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Who: Mirai, Miyume.
Where: Dorms then Chitoku.
When: Tuesday, April 18th.
What: Whirlwind in the city.

Mirai inspected his watch as he waited outside the dorm, with bright glimmers of streetlight illuminating behind him against a dusk-shrouded path. These last few minutes took forever to pass - waiting was hard, like forcing yourself to work on an essay about your worst subject. Meanwhile, they piled more work on his shoulders after forcing him to his knees. It wasn't work. He kept imagining he heard his father telling him it was his duty. He had no intention of letting someone as unmerciful as his father tell him about duty.

It was utterly ridiculous. He assumed his father was calculating the kudos he would earn from having a son who was among the brightest hopes for the future. He shut his eyes. Then he whistled to himself and the worry was gone, so silently and quickly that it seemed he was taking no notice of it.

In the relative quiet, he had been keeping a silent watch on the dormitory. Now he saw the door open, not inviting but to let someone escape, and she was waving. Then he whistled his appreciation and set up a camera with his fingers. Seeing the dark sky, particularly such a starry one, had been calming. He hoped very much that other good things would happen.

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Miyume blushed at Mirai's response to what she was wearing. It seemed her semi-frantic texting to Shizuru for advice had paid off. Of course, she'd had to borrow the short black skirt from a girl down the hall but she'd had an appropriately lacy blouse to go with it. After far too much deliberating, she left the top two buttons undone and put on a silver cross pendant she'd been given during her last hospital stay. She was wearing a pair of pearl stud earrings and had pulled her hair back from her face, fastening it with a hairclip designed to look like a seashell.

Miyume had done her make-up a little differently as well, looking up some cosmetic tips online. Even though it'd been her first time, it'd come out well. She looked a little more mature, she thought, though whether it was because of the make-up job or her expression, she couldn't be sure.

"I'm glad you like it," she said modestly, not quite able to keep the shyness completely out of her tone. "Are you ready to go?"

The camera lowered. Mirai's hands unfolded their shape and crossed his chest to keep the sense of secrecy. A sort of smug smile spread across his face. He was as delighted with Miyume as she was. He lifted his head into the air, where she would see that his scheming nature had returned for only the tiniest of moments.

In turn, he could almost see her sympathy. Now he felt his heart fill, with the heat he was feeling. But he reined in his drive and pushed it down where it could rest.

"No," he said. "There's just one thing." A small circle around, with one hand lifting the hair he could see hanging around her. "Only if you wear this." Then he pulled out a woolly scarf - black and blue - and his eyes watched with the expectation she take it. "It's mine. I don't want you to freeze to death," he said.

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Miyume stared at scarf, stunned. Whatever she'd been expecting, it hadn't been this. Her mouth fell open slightly, her blush from moment before deepening to scarlet. However, she was smiling beautifully and there was a slight sheen of tears in her eyes, revealing just how unbelievably touched she actually was.

She took it with a hand that trembled slightly with emotion rather than weariness and carefully wound it around her neck and shoulders as if it was something far more precious and expensive than a simple wooly scarf. Once that was done, she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, lingering a moment.

"Thank you, Mirai," she said in total sincerity. "I love it."

Mirai appreciated this kindness. He gave a smile and leaned in to a close position, where he could see that Miyume might ice through in the chill of the evening. As he watched, his hands began moving. His eyes half-closed. His fingers pulled, and they adjusted the scarf, so swiftly and gently that Miyume could only think he was behaving fondly. And he only thought that it was much more than that.

"Very well," he said. He began to adjust a little more. When he was satisfied, he downed the scarf, although he looked as if he wasn't satisfied leaving it alone. "Lovely evening today, isn't it?"

"It is," she said with a small nod, a very pleased smile spreading across her face.

Her cheeks were still a little pink and her heart was racing. The possessive undertone to Mirai's action hadn't gone missed. She didn't look the slightest bit perturbed, if anything the gesture had simply ignited a spark deep within her and once more her gaze seemed far too mature to belong to a fifteen year old girl.

"The stars look beautiful tonight, don't they?" she murmured as she looked up at the sky.

Mirai was gancing up occasionally at the firmament, puzzled. He was not any too sure how people found such spiritual things beautiful because they were billions of miles away and they drew your nose out of the richness you had here.
He gave a huge sigh. They were beautiful but how would they help him? For everything on earth was closer when needed.

"You don't think yourself as beautiful, do you?" he muttered. He found her question difficult enough to answer that he spent some time touching at her scarf.

It was such a non-sequitor that Miyume tore her eyes away from the sky to look at him. She studied his face curiously, searching for any indication of where that statement had come from.

"Honestly, not really. I guess I'm cute. That's what everyone says, anyway. How cute or adorable I am. I used to be a lot happier about it than I am now. I haven't really liked thinking about my body much the past few years."

Mirai stared quietly into Miyume's eyes for some time. She searched his face - he studied hers. While behind it, shrouded in a darkness as black as the sky above, were mystery, compassion, curiosity and genuine understanding. It was as if she was looking at his soul, or the umbra that surrounded it in the thought that was who he was.

"That's not good. You need to start having more confidence. I wonder if you'll let me help you with that?" He gave a cocksure smile. "I can think about your body too, if you wish."

On impulse, Miyume took his hand in hers and simply held it. She let her head droop a little toward his shoulder but stopped just short of actually resting it there.

"I do need more confidence," Miyume agreed. "And yes, you may. I need your help."

She didn't reply to his comment about thinking about her body directly but she did give seem to give permission in the form of a tolerant, affectionate smile.

Mirai seemed soothed by this. His right hand touched gently down on her shoulder and stayed there. Her kind smile gave him quiet confidence and quite a few naughty thoughts, enough that he soon had a head full of secrets that could possibly scare anyone else off.

"... Hmm. I'll remember that." He took the time to look behind himself and checked his watch, then offered his arm. "Well then, shall we go?"

Edited 2013-08-29 12:03 (UTC)

"Of course."

Miyume looked up at him with a mixture of open fondness and admiration. Then she slipped her arm through his. She nestled close for a moment.

"Where do you want to go first?

With considerable gentleness, Mirai helped the young woman down the path. He kept his pace down and allowed her to keep up.

"I hope you realise why you're dressed like that," he said. "You're going clubbing."

Miyume smiled with relief. So her hunch had been correct, after all. Once more Miyume mentally thanked Shizuru.

"Oh, my. I've never done that before," she admitted not sounding nearly as surprised as her words indicated. She smiled gently at Mirai.

"Please be gentle with me?"

"... Hmmm? Why don't you tell me what you want?"

Mirai couldn't promise he'd be gentle. But he did value the freedom of choice Miyume so deserved.

It was strange. Even though Miyume had stopped giving much thought to what she wanted long ago, she found words spilling out of her mouth of their own volition, so quickly it felt more like she was merely a mouthpiece for someone else.

"I want to have fun. I want to be happy. I want to be free of constraints and judgement. People look at me like I'm not even here, like all they can see is themselves reflected in me. They're too caught up in their own belief that they know me that they never bother actually getting to know me."

The anger, frustration, misery, and disgust behind Miyume's words were unmistakable. When her thoughts began to stray back to Taue's casual comment about her being a moe-blob, she closed her eyes and simply focused on her breathing until she was able to speak calmly again.

"I'm sorry, Mirai. I didn't mean to dump this all on you so quickly."

Though she seemed to be standing a little taller now than she had before, she also looked more fragile and vulnerable somehow.

"It's been a long time since anybody's asked me what I wanted, I guess," she explained with a barely perceptible edge of shame in her voice.

This left Mirai to give another smile, which seemed to grow wider the quieter and distressed Miyume got. Though there was no sign of any cruel enjoyment - he would have looked kind no matter how he was expressing himself. He expected her to understand him better than that.

His arm around her began to pull itself. It was growing chillier now, and he wanted her close. He was just about to say she had a spine when he thought it was unnecessary. He had a little shiver go down the length of his.

"I was talking about something else. I would tell you what, but I think it would be inappropriate."

"Oh," she said, turning pink with embarrassment.

The arm around her felt nice and so did the physical closeness. She began to relax a bit more. She still wasn't completely comfortable with this social life thing. Even before she'd gotten sick, Miyume hadn't been much of a social life. For as long as she could remember, people had always been more into her than she'd been with them.

Miyume leaned into his side, resting her head against his shoulder, wondering what he had been talking about and why he thought it'd be inappropriate.

Miyume would discover that the sound of embarrassment made Mirai go a little pink too. The smile he gave was deviously, agonisingly cool - redness rising from his chin, nowhere over his mouth. The glint in his eyes was the one bright thing in a sea of emotions that had suddenly become dark.

He dug in closer with a well-placed thumb and didn't seem at all anxious of being seen. His right hand on the arm around her patted her side, and his left rested on Miyume's head - though from the way his hand moved, it was clear he had some interest in trying to get her believing likewise - that there was a lot more to live for.

Miyume's face grew flushed for an entirely different reason. The way he was looking at her... nobody had ever seen her so clearly before. Not even Ayana during one of their better times. She felt naked under Mirai's intense gaze but rather than be scared of it or the future implications it suggested, Miyume found herself enjoying it somehow.

Feeling emotionally overwhelmed, not just by his but by her own as well, she pressed her face against his chest, all too aware of how her breathing and heartbeat quickened. She curled her fingers slightly in his shirt. After a moment, she embraced him entirely, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist.

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Mirai dreamed of her hands climbing his back, stretched out on their palms and proceeding to push against his clothing, encouraging him to homage her by possessing the entirety of her beauty.

He had even kissed the top of her head with a loving "Don't worry" and his fingers had dug and buried and caught and twined strands of her hair. They were rising upwards, clutching at more hair this side and that, as they continued into the smooth-soft sides of her face.

They made tiny gestures there and it showed that he had been caught in her affection. There was no mistaking that his eyes were desirous as well as shrewd. He loved magical mystery like the way a dragon loved gold. Still, there was something kind about the look he gave.

"You act like it's been hard," he said. "I'll make it fun when I can. I will be your-"

He unhooked his arms and his fingers lifted from her face - only to return a moment later. In fact, they seemed to touch her more tenderly than before and brushed up and down her cheekbones.

"Sorry. I guess I'm forcing your decision." He remembered the incident that had triggered her awakening, and stepped back.

"Mmm?"

Miyume had been in the middle of accepting and thoroughly enjoying the caring way Mirai was holding her. The warm haze of bliss lifted rather abruptly when he stepped back. She blinked a few times, as if being jarred awake from a very pleasant dream. The thought of simply pulling him back to her crossed at the fore front of her mind but instead, she simply looked at him with that soulful stare of hers that seemed to see far beyond the physical. She did, however, gently stroke his cheekbone with the back of her fingers.

"You're not forcing me into anything," she smiled reassuringly. "It has been hard and I would like you to finish your statement, Mirai. What would you be to me if I gave you complete reign over me and the decision was all yours to make?"

She caressed his cheek again.

"Tell me how you feel, Mirai? I'd like to know the truth. All of it, no matter how dark or terrible or inappropriate you think it might be."

Edited 2013-08-30 05:02 (UTC)

Before her hand had finished stroking, Mirai gently plucked the wrist to raise it to his ear. When the wall he had been building had begun crumbling down, Miyume was the person who had been standing there with armfuls of bricks and his flask of tea - which he was glad to learn had something stronger. Whatever help she thought she could give, he felt that he was interested in taking anything he could from it.

"It's hard, Miyume. I'm a selfish guy. You are just too kind because you're still here even though you know what I am. Don't think bad of me. You should understand me better." He was just looking like he had been caught completely. "I think you're not like the others. I use them. It's just a game," he protested, "a bit of fun. But you're here, so I guess you understand - you're different."

The words were coming quite slowly. In the difficult emotional thoughts filling his mind he almost lost sight of what point he had settled on, and wanted to build back his wall to sit on. That would be where he remembered Miyume was helping him to build it with no intention of tricking him into taking it down.

Truth be told, Miyume did understand. As she'd promised, she didn't judge him. He liked having fun. Learning that he viewed her differently than those other girls made her breathe a small sigh of relief. His honesty put an encouraging smile on her face that widened the more he spoke.

She stepped forward again, slipping her arms his waist once more. She tilted her head back slightly so she could look at him earnestly.

"I don't think badly of you, Mirai. I don't believe I could," she said, sweet and sincere, eyes sparkling. "But don't go taking that as a challenge to prove me otherwise."

Without so much as a second thought or hesitation, Miyume removed her arms from around his waist, draping them around his shoulders and neck instead. A tiny, satisfied smile was the only warning Mirai got before Miyume suddenly stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips firmly against his.

Mirai lent down. She lent up. He shifted and brought his arms slowly to her back, where his hands pushed her closer without a word of approval. To be calmed by this! He was not misunderstood then. He leaned into the kiss as a warmth slowly spread from their mouths and his whole face reddened gently to pink, and he brought down a hand from that blouse of hers. Behind her it moved cautiously across her skirt, where his fingers played with the edges before it rested again. Now he had to rise for a bit of air, and separated after a small closed-mouthed kiss.

"... Hmmmm. That's no good," he said mildly. "You need to watch less dramas."

The other hand was moving to grasp a fistful of hair. He pulled it gently and tilted her head, then leaned from a greater height to kiss her neck, starting just below her ear. Now he was finding she was bringing him happiness, because she had stepped over his wall completely - and respected him and left it intact.

A pleasant shiver ran up Miyume's spine. Her inexperience and desire to know more made her a very willing student. Her breathing and heartbeat sped up again. The feelings of bliss from before returned. The kisses left her a little dizzy and she felt a warm feeling spring from somewhere deep inside her.

"This feels nice, senpai. Very nice. But would you rather go someplace a little more private? Where we can a little more comfortable?"

All thoughts of clubbing amd dancing had been firmly put on the background for now.

"Oh no," he said between kisses, "How about trusting in me for a moment, Miyume?" His fingers were playing with her skirt, out of sight. They kept flicking the edges and then rubbing them between their tips. Now he came to kiss at the front of her neck. "I'm not a bad man."

There was definitely something agonising about the way he pulled back - but he was only stooping to pick up her cane, very carefully, holding her in a delicate, tender way.

"I told you you're special," he said. "So let's get going."

Miyume decided she liked this kissing thing. Especially when Mirai kissed and sucked at the front of her neck. Dimly, Miyume wondered if he'd left a mark, a thought that pleased her immensely.

"I trust you, Mirai," she murmured as she took the cane away from him. She turned away from him to face the path again.

"Are we taking a cab?"

Mirai did not wait for Miyume to finish speaking. He slapped her ass. When she looked back she would see an observant self-satisfied smile on his face. "I said that you can make your own decisions, right? So then, why are you asking me?"

Miyume jumped at the smack, her question ending in a semi-coherent mumble. When she caught his smile, she stuck her tongue out at him then faced forward again.

"We'll take a cab, then. Do you know the address of the club we're going to?"

At least, the question distracted her from dwelling on just how good that spank had felt.

"Yes, of course," he said absentmindedly. "That's the internet. The whole thing is full of information about pleasure."

He caught up quickly and was pleased with himself for having hidden something naughty in his words. She understood just where his heart was now, and cradled it in her hands instead of kicking it. He had no intention of letting someone as special as her forget that she was desirable and looked back at her, very naughtily, smiling as his words drew to a close.

It was later now, with one or two drinks already empty on the table before Mirai and Miyume, who sat in an alcove staring around. It felt so quiet where they were, but out on the floor there was music, and a whole crowd of swirling lithe dancers who were in the darkness too much to be seen clearly. And since Mirai was one of those guys who liked to sit and watch, he was looking out at those he could spot - pink spotlights making it hard - like a predator sizing out prey to call its own.

He was leaning back in the couch, his brow narrowed in thought and he was trying not to pay attention to anybody but the girl sitting next to him. Though with the way his head was turning, it was clear there was very much to see indeed.

Miyume's angelic smile looked somewhat out of place in her current environment. She appreciated Mirai's efforts to keep his eyes on hers; that he was trying hard, even this early in the relationship brought her a curious sense of peace and comfort. She scooted a little closer to him, partly as a reward for his efforts, but mostly because she simply wanted more personal contact. Looking at her, one might assume her to be a bit tipsy but she'd ordered a virgin strawberry daiquiri rather than something alcoholic. The last thing she wanted to do was to force the night to an early close and passing out thanks to a bad interaction with her medications.

And in all honesty, Miyume was a bit distracted by all the new sights and sounds of Kobe's night life as well. It was like Mirai had opened the door to an entirely new world for her, one that no one had ever let her so much as glimpse before. There was something both calming and mesmerizing about watching people much older than her dance, some with more abandonment and less discretion than others.

After a moment, she rested a hand on Mirai's knee then spoke.

"Would you like to dance? The music's still a little too fast for me but when a slower one comes on I can dance with you."

Mirai was somewhat left curious by the drinks Miyume put down in front of her. Her face wasn't red, her mouth wasn't half-open, and he heard she could actually speak right. Her hand brushed his knee, just like it had brushed his hair aside earlier that night. He took a drink from his glass. He took another one when he sat back, turning his eyes rapidly to the person sitting beside him.

"Miyume..." His voice faded. He leaned himself into her side, and rubbed his face against her. He then closed his eyes. "Just a moment, then." He was clearly used to resting his head on a girl's bosom, since he was being very confident indeed. "I have to say that you're quite comfortable. You'll let me stay here for a moment?"

There followed a strange and eerie problem. Miyume was wanting to dance but refusing to try anything stronger. He mentally scratched his head - but he was respectful, in his own fashion.

"You can stay as long as you like," Miyume said, shifting slightly to allow him more access and comfort.

As if she'd done this a million times before, she instantly began stroking his hair, toying with individual strands here and there. Comfort was something she knew how to do, the one area Miyume still saw herself as competent in, even if half the time all she told were lies. This time she wasn't, however. There was something completely honest about her body language.

"We don't have to dance if you'd rather do this. I like this, too."

"... Okay."

This answer gave Mirai a few seconds of peace in which to lean in even closer - and as she played with his hair, which gave a wonderful feeling, he thought that he would stay here and enjoy her company even more so. And during several moments did he settle down more comfortably, with her chest supporting his neck.

He did not move or speak, but he had to stretch his legs out over the arm and feel gravity pull them down. There was a rustle of leather when he reached for his drink.

"I have ideas," he said, "about other things to do. But this is good."

"What kinds of ideas?"

She closed her eyes, an almost dream-like contentment washing over her. She touched his temples and began to massage them gently with her fingertips. She sighed, feeling a bit like she was floating on a cloud, far removed from the rest of the world. There was an odd sort of detachment from the dancers and music playing, as if all of that was taking place just outside her reach.

"I'm curious."

Mirai felt the redness of his face heat up. He shut his eyes. Then he began thinking of the ideas he really wanted to try himself. Unfortunately, they did not take Miyume's preferences to mind. His satisfaction was necessary. He had tried romance and charmed her at a whirlwind pace, and responded to her understanding with respect. He had struggled into having her give herself to him, seeking, obtaining and holding power. Now he saw the uses he had in keeping it unused and took her hands to bring them to his chest - wondering when, like the others, he would only grow bored of her. Would this really bring him freedom?

He was clearly very thoughtful. And now, with a murmur, stirring from his rest - not to speak but simply drink. And he stretched out a lithe arm to the small counter, where he placed his glass.

Whatever they did, wherever they were, he was certainly at least expecting self-opinionated and harsh people to confront him. Miyume was a nice girl and they knew exactly his type. It seemed that they were more aware of him than he - though there was something about it that left him dumb and confused at times. All he wanted was to make them writhe so much that he spent some time thinking of his position.

"I don't want to share," he said enticingly. "But if you ask nicely..."

Miyume chuckled to herself and let him hold her hands to his chest. She made no effort to do anything with them or actively touch him any way, however. She was content to just let him do what he wanted for now.

"And how would I best go about that, Mirai?" she asked in soft, oddly mesmerizing tone of voice. "How would you instruct me to ask you nicely?"

"... Hmmm? You'll listen to what I say, won't you?"

Mirai liked different souls running around after him. But something about the comment was off-handed. He simply could not imagine doing anything else at this moment. His needs would fulfill themselves somehow, he knew that. A selfish thing. He reasoned it away with all the excuses he could think of. He was considerate of her feelings. He was being understood at last. He could not resist his humour though, nor how Miyume might turn a shade of red.

"How about massaging me for a moment, Miyume? It might make me think, right?"

"Of course, Master Mirai," Miyume purred playfully, seeming to snap back to attention all of a sudden.

She began to rub her hands slowly in circles across his chest. Her fingers teased the open edges of his button down shirt, seeming like they might slip into it but falling just short of of doing so.

"Any ideas yet?"

Mirai had been enjoying a restful moment on the couch. Now he felt his shirt opening, and a pair of fingers gliding around there. He was curious about this level of intimacy. This felt extraordinarily new. Why was it a surprise? Perhaps it was that he had exhausted all his in previous relationships. Or that he had even tricked himself into believing it was a relationship of mutual affection.

He looked down, and lifted his hands until those underneath were free to move to a place where they wanted. Or hopefully, under his shirt - he was not sure what he wanted.

"... Nope." He didn't sound disappointed - even serious. But he did seem to be searching, and turned a little on his side. "Ah, Miyume? Would you go right a bit? I've got a terrible itch."

Miyume didn't speak, she simply slipped her hands under his shirt, one breaking off to the right to comply with his request for a scratch. Her expression was calm and relaxed; the strain on her face from earlier was nowhere to be seen now.

While she didn't look particularly happy or sad, she did seem to have found a moment of peace. And in a life as riddles with obstacles as hers, peace was more than enough for Hazama Miyume. Happiness faded and sorrow always found its way home to her one way or another.

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