The Play
Lately, he had begun to notice her…. A girl that always ran as if she were trying to escape the very winds that blew through her hair. Every morning, she would be there, running. He imagined she would occasionally glance at him as she turned the corner, but even then, he would be too shy to meet her gaze. All he could do, was silently hand out the papers that rested on the back of his bike.
Life had been difficult for Daiki, ever since he had made up his mind, to go to Tokyo, and start his own life there. He had found himself a small apartment that he could afford comfortably with money from doing the occasional odd job, and delivering papers in the morning. It was hard, but he knew that one day he would find a place where he could put his talents to work. He had such ambitions, he wanted to dance, to sing, to act… but lately…. It seems they had all been put on the backburner.
“Ah!” Daiki exclaimed as he watched a car pull up to the small track field and the girl stepped in. They drove off into the distance as he watched.
“Someday….. I’ll have the confidence to introduce myself…” He promised himself as he threw the paper with dire accuracy and pedaled onward.
“Good Work Ari-Chan!” The manager of the paper routes greeted him on his return. He had just been hired, but the man always treated him as if he were his own son.
“Arigatou, Tama-San” Daiki parked the bike in front of the small book store as he took off riding gloves.
“Did you see her again?”
“Yeah…” Daiki sighed
“Well… that’s good…. She has to be waiting for you….”
“Haha I’m not that naïve…”
“Maybe….” The man shrugged playfully
“Anyway, Tama-San, I’m going home now!” Daiki waved as he turned and began to walk
“Ah! Wait Ari-Chan, while you were gone, a person phoned for you. Here.” The store owner handed him a piece of paper. It was the director of a play that Daiki had tried out for!
“Yattaa!!” Daiki screamed into the morning. Air and he quickly shushed himself, embarrasse. He didn't want to wake the neighbors, he had heard they were rather cranky in the early morning hours.
Daiki quickly ran home and as he did he thought of all th wonderful things he would soon be participating in.
He quickly opened the small door that barred the way into hi small apartment. It was certainly small, but cozy. It had room for everything a person needed, although it was a bit plain, Daiki loved it.
“Today is a great day!” He cheered to himself as he felt himself brimming with confidence. He darted into the kitchen and pulled open the small fridge. Inside, was a small sandwich that had been the result of two days of saved food. The barebox housed little more than enough food for one day, and even so he ate sparingly. He grabbed the sandwich half and bit into it as he sat down at the small table in the center of the apartment. He smiled to himself happily as he ate and watched the light in the small lamp that he had bought. Granted, it was a cheap lamp that he had managed to fix, but he found it charming.
“Ahhhh” The futons found their way out of the closet and he laid down upon the soft cushions and sighed to himself as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Success! “He whispered to himself as he closed his eyes, making sure to turn on his alarm clock as he did. It would be four hours before he had to wake up for his next job….. and at night, he had to be a waiter for a private party. This was his life now, and he had never been happier.
After days and days of waiting, the day for the first rehearsal finally came. Daiki had been working very hard to memorize his lines. It seemed, it was to be a romance play, between a prince and a poor orphan girl.
“Forbidden love eh?” Daiki raised an eyebrow at the script as he read through it the first time. It had been such an amazing store though, and he couldn’t wait to be in it. He had been chosen to take the lead as the prince!
As Daiki arrived at the small theater that housed some of the most brilliant plays that he had ever seen or heard about, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, a familiar car was parked before the entrance.
“Huh, what are the odds…” He mumbled to himself as he opened the doors and stepped in. Immediately he was greated with the mumbling of well over 30 people walking around setting up props, designing stage backdrops and the like. He walked up to the director who turned immediately to face him. He was a nice man, in his early 30s, with gentle eyes, and a strong streak of brown hair.
“Ah! You are…. Arioka-Kun!” He exclaimed and gave Daiki an unexpected hug. He was about to thank him when he was immediately cut off by him noticing someone entering the room. Quickly, he grabbed Daiki’s wrist and brought him over to the door.
“Good timing! Arioka-Kun, this is your co-star on the stage!” He laughed happily as Daiki worked the nerve to look at the girl standing before him. He had unconsciously turned his head downwards to avoid her gaze, but as he lifted his head and his eyes noticed her legs and her body, he realized there was something familiar about her. It wasn't until he reached the ends of her hair that his eyes widened. It was her. The very hair that always flowed freely from the running girl’s ponytail was in front of him now. Daiki gulped as he worked up the last bit of courage he had, forcing himself to face her.
“Hello, My name is Ayumi.” She smiled happily as she extended her hand.
“D-Daii…” He stuttered.
“Yoroshiku” She nodded to him .
“Jya! Hasegawa-chan, please follow this lady here, she will be fitting you for your costumes...” The director broke their moment as he quickly whisked her away.
“Ayumi….. what a pretty name….” Daiki sighed as he fidgeted with his hands.
Throughout what little rehearsal they did, Daiki found it incredibly difficult to focus. Every time rehearsed his lines, she was opposite him. Whenever Ayumi spoke, her voice seemed just so…. soothing. She definitely wasn’t like the other girls at school. Her long straight hair flowed down to her shoulders, parting neatly with only a small streak left to run down her face. He loved to watch as every few lines, she would wistfully use her hand to brush away the stray lock of hair. Really, Daiki didn’t know what he was so drawn to this girl… but for some reason, it felt right….
“Daiki-San?”
“Hm?”
“It’s your line…”
“Uh.. oh! Ah! Sorry… “ Daiki shook his head and picked up the script, reading aloud the next line in the conversation.
Soon the rehearsal ended, and Daiki was left awestruck as he looked at what the tiny staff had accomplished in the short few hours they had been there. The entire stage had changed, a small backdrop painted to match the night sky, with a single trellis that was woven with vines, lay against the outline of a house, a part of the set yet to be put in.
“Bye Arioka-Kun! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“Eh?” Daiki turned to see Ayumi putting on her coat and waving at him.
“You deliver the papers around where I run in the mornings right? Maybe we can practice our lines together then!” She smiled brightly as she turned and left without another word.
“M-Maybe…..” Daiki stuttered. Immediately a whole slew of thoughts ran into his head. He had to dress nicer tomorrow…. What if it rained though? He should bring an extra umbrella for her, just in case. What if it didn't rain though? He’d look like an idiot carrying not one but TWO umbrella on a clear morning. Feeling overwhelmed by his own worries, Daiki sighed and closed his eyes. He cleared his mind and shook his head, brushing away the thoughts that had cluttered around in his focus. Taking a final look at the theater, he smiled to himself and left. This was his big chance!
It was around dinner time when Daiki reached his small apartment and he sighed to himself again as he pulled open the fridge to find nothing in it. It looks like tonight he would go without dinner. At the very thought, his stomach grumbled its disapproval.
“Oh hush… we don’t have any money until tomorrow, when we get paid…. You’ll be fine for one day.” He whispered quietly to it.
Daiki sat down at the small desk in the corner and picked up the script. He had been reading it on the way back from the theater, occasionally bumping into poles and the occasional person when the interesting parts caught his attention.
“Huh…Who knew…..?” Daiki whispered as he finished the script and lay back on the padded floor. Closing his eyes, he imagined the play as he would have directed, but was immediately awoken again by a growl from his stomach. He was really starving now…. His thin frame had been growing thinner still as the days passed, and he was powerless to stop it.
“Maybe…. A bath…” He said to himself as he walked into the bathroom and set the water to run, filling the small tub. It was just his size, big enough for him to comfortably lay in it, and small enough for him not to drown while doing so. When the waters were warm enough for him, he slid in dunking his head underwater and feeling the warmth against his cold face. When he resurfaced, the water pooled in the front and dripped down his face in a steady pillar of fluid. He sighed as he lay back and felt his stomach grumble again, this time muffled by the waters around it. He had to get his mind off food…. Maybe the events of the day would be a good distraction…
Daiki closed his eyes and immediately a picture of Ayumi appeared. She was waiting for Daiki atop a mountain, dressed in a dress of pure white, with ribbons that flowed with the soft breeze that whipped around her. She was beautiful… and he looked at himself to see that he was in tatters, a beggar’s robe. Still he ran towards her and found the path to be very steep indeed, yet every time his eyes met hers, they called to him, a need… a want….
“Ayumi!” Daiki jumped to the top of the mountain after struggling with the path, and when he did, the moment his feet touched the ground, his body felt… strange. He found himself pushing the girl down upon the soft grass that grew at the mountain’s peak. Eagerly he kissed her, as her eyes still beckoned to him. He traced a finger down from her lips down slowly to her neck, her chest, her navel until it reached the…..
“AH!” Daiki jerked awake as he fell backwards and hit his head hard against the back wall behind the tub. He had fallen asleep in the tub!
“Mou… you baka…. Sleeping in the tub….” He scolded himself, before noticing a certain….. not-so-small problem that had quite literally surfaced. He blushed as he saw his own limb erect and stiff with need.
“I can’t eat, and my mind’s stuck on her….. great……” He mumbled as he waited until his problem subsided before getting out of the tub and pulling out a small futon, and a pair of sleeping pants that he had mended over and over again.
Thankfully, the night held no surprises for Daiki, the lull of the city life around him brought about only soothing thoughts. It was always times like this, that he could put his life into perspective. Although his life was hard, he was balancing it, and it was fulfilling….. and that’s all that matters, right? Still, he couldn't shake the voice that rang in the back of his head. It kept whispering to him that there was something missing…. But he couldn’t quite figure out what.
“Ayumi?” He asked himself, as the voice fell silent.
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Once again, early in the morning the small alarm clock next to Daiki rang, signaling the start of a new day, and he was more reluctant than ever to accept its message. Slowly he dragged himself out under the covers and opened a single eye to meet the darkness outside that awaited him. Quickly he threw on his clothes and ran out of the house, arriving at the small store where a large bundle of newspapers awaited him. It wasn’t until he grabbed his bike that he remembered, today was the day that Ayumi was going to see him! He looked at himself carefully, it wasn't as perfect an outfit as he would have liked, but he decided it was acceptable…after all…. What choice did he have?
Slowly he pedaled down the streets of the suburbs that he serviced, throwing papers with enough force to land them perfectly in front of the door. That is, until he came to the house at the end. He’d always liked this house, it had a gate where the yard met with the road, and provided a sort of challenge for him. When he had first started, he had always been unable to throw the paper perfectly through the gaps between the bars, but now… he’d been practicing. Grinning to himself, he picked up a neatly folded paper and, taking aim, he threw it. It turned and turned in mid-air before jumping between the iron bars and landing on the welcome mat that sat before the house’s entrance.
“Yosh!” Daiki pumped his fist into the air. His eyes widened as he realized he wasn’t alone. Someone was clapping for him…..
“Nice throw Arioka-Kun!” Ayumi’s voice came. Daiki turned to see Ayumi standing at the corner of the road and she was the person who had been clapping for him. She gestured in the path that would be his delivery route and he nodded. Together they went down the roads, Daiki pedaling gently, and Ayumi jogging steadily beside him. Even in the mornings, she was beautiful…. Now that he was up close, Daiki noticed that in her perfectly straight hair, were small highlights of a light brown, and her eyes were a deep shade of emerald green.
“Ja…. Arioka-Kun, lets start shall we?” She asked as he produced the script from a small bag she wore on her back. Daiki nodded hoping that he had managed to memorize what he had read last night.
“Prince…. our love is one that is forbidden, you of royal descent and me a mere beggar…” Ayumi read with such conviction, Daiki felt himself coming into the scene, and pittying her….her character of course…. He clarified himself.
“Don’t use my title, you and I, we have been closer than this before, and your attempts to distance me do nothing but break my heart. For you, I’d forsake my title and live contently as a poor man.” Daiki recited.
“You, are not made for this world of mine…..”
“Then I shall become one with you.. and you will shape me, like a rock against the sands of time, you will change me, until I am worthy of this world of yours.” Daiki continued, before he realized that he had reached the end of his route. He turned to look at Ayumi who had stopped and turned to look at him as well. Their eyes met, and a silence fell over them. Gently they leaned in, and with a touch of their lips, played out the last part of the scene.
“Uh.. I’m sorry!” Daiki quickly apologized as he watched the girl put a finger to her lips, considering the event that had just happened.
“Mm it’s okay…. Ario….Daiki” Ayumi used his first name!
“A-Ayumi?”
“Lets…. Go get breakfast okay?”
“U..Uh sure..” Daiki nodded as they made their way back to the small store and he dropped off his bike.
Together they stepped into a small café on the corner of Daiki’s apartment complex. He sighed as he used some of his emergency money to buy a small cup of coffee and a croissant, rare treats that he allowed himself…. But then again, this was a rare occasion. Ayumi ordered the same, and they sat down in a small circular booth in the corner of the room. The sun still hadn’t risen yet, and they peered out of the store windows at the darkness, still lit only by the small streetlights that lined the pavement.
“Daiki…. What… do you think of me?” Ayumi blurted out
“E-Eh?” He raised an eye brow.
“What do you think of me…?” She repeated
“I… I…” He stuttered. He had wanted to tell her that he loved her, that he admired her, that he wanted their lives to be like this forever. But who was he kidding, he who was poor as the pauper she played, and she who was wealthy as the prince he played.
“You’re not very good with words are you?” She asked giving him a small peck on the cheek, casuing Daiki to blush.
“W-What do you mean?”
“Well… it seems like whenever you’re nervous you start to stutter a lot.” She smiled as she sipped her coffee.
“I.. uh..”
“Well nevermind then, lets….. get to know each other then…” Ayumi perked up and turned to look at Daiki with those beautiful green eyes.
For the next hour or so, they spent the time talking about their families, their ambitions, their hopes for the future…….
“He’s so gentle…. And so nice…. I think he’d make such a wonderful father… I hope his dreams come true…. He has such ambition… such drive….” Ayumi thought to herself as she nodded happily when Daiki was talking about his plans for his future.
“She’s so pretty…. So compassionate and so honest…She’d be a wonderful wife and mother… she’s so pure… and…” Daiki’s thoughts were interrupted as Ayumi abruptly kissed him again. There was such a connection between them, and over the hour they had strengthened it. Gently, the girl rested her hand on his knee and he turned even redder.
“Ayumi…” He whispered as their kiss ended.
“Daiki….” She returned, gazing at him lovingly with her eyes.
“I…just…” He couldn't think of anything to say….. but she smiled and brought him close again, bringing together their lips for yet another kiss, this time deeper, more passionate……
The door swung open with a bang, slamming into the wall behind it. The two figures were nestled against each other, the boy’s lips conjoined with the girl’s. Without looking, he kicked close the door and threw off his jacket as she did. His arms were now wrapped around her waist, as all the while their lips never broke contact. He could feel her tugging away at his shirt and reluctantly, he broke their contact to allow it all the way off his body.
“Daiki…” She whispered breathlessly as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Ayumi looked up and down the boy’s thin but firm frame and smiled. He was certainly cute, and his body was shaped by a life of working and living on his own merits. Slowly the fabric fell to the ground and she undid the small ponytail that held her hair. Gently he put his arms around her again, and together they laid down upon the soft futon that was on the floor. Without even noticing that she had done it, Daiki felt the pants around his waist loosen as she cast aside the belt that had held them in place. Slowly she pushed them down his toned legs and off of him leaving Daiki completely naked. The boy’s body rippled with motion as he returned the favor. Soon what little coverings were left on their bodies, found themselves on the floor, thrown into a heap beside old comic books or textbooks. The two hot bodies pressed against each other, Daiki put a finger to her lips as he raised himself off of her to take in the sight. Even now she was like a goddess, her hair streamed out from her head, forming a beautiful shock of silky black and brown. Slowly Ayumi licked and sucked on his finger and he smiled as he leaned down again and began to kiss her neck, suckling gently up and down her collarbone. All the while, his finger had taken to streaming down her body, down her neck, down her chest, past her navel, until… it found the one place that caused her to gasp his name. Slowly the digit teased its way into her body as she gasped from the sudden intrusion. Her own arms had moved to his body and was following the contours of his skinny but firm abs and his strong well-defined hips. Slowly she brought her hands together, meeting at the center of his hips, clasping his already hardened member between them. She marveled at the thick and long length that was in her hands, but only for a second. Daiki had snaked yet another finger into her and she gasped as her grip upon his cock tightened, causing him to groan against the tension.
“D-Daiki….” She gasped as the fingers within her started their slow motion. Gently the boy turned his body around, until the magnificent length was before her. Giving in to her savage needs, she forgot her composure and hungrily inhaled him in his entirety. At the same time, and intense sensation radiated throughout her body as she cried out, her muffled sounds sending vibrations deep into Daiki’s body. The boy’s mouth was slowly tantalizing her, brushing against her most private parts, and curling its way around with unbelievable flexibility. He kissed her, deeply, letting his tongue enter her private sanctuary. Immediately she arched her back, pressing herself upwards against his firm body. Still, despite all the incredible feelings she was experiencing, her own mouth had begun its exploration… Gently Ayumi traced circles around its thick head and followed it down its entire length. She lapped lovingly at the underside, paying attention to the sensitive spot that seemed to make the boy above her shiver with pleasure.
Still now, his tongue pushed in and out of her, bringing about gasp after gasp of pleasure. Daiki brought two fingers from each hand and slowly dug them into her, the slick saliva helping his progress as he opened her from within. She was ready.
“Daiki…..please….” Ayumi moaned around his length as he nodded and raised himself off of the girl’s body. She let her own hands caress her body, one going to her perfect nipples, the other tracing down the side of her body. Daiki knelt down before her and grasped her hips. With a firm pull and lift, he brought them together, pressing the tip of his throbbing member against her inner most entrance. He allowed his muscles to tense, pushing his cock into her, just enough for her to feel, but not enough to provide anything more than a tease of sensation.
“Daiki! Please….” She whimpered again as turned her head from side to side, his small teases drove her wild with lust.
“Anything for you… Ayumi.” He replied as he raised himself and with a firm conviction, thrust himself, causing her to scream as the monstrously thick length penetrated her. It felt so wonderful, the small mix of pain and pleasure that she was feeling. Every little motion of his hips, she felt, and every inch of his length that she took in, she moaned. Sensually Daiki began to push his hips in and out, retracting only an inch or so before pushing it back into her. He relished the warmth that was wrapped around his most private part. It felt so welcoming, and so right. Gently he traced his hands down her thighs, tickling her and up her small stomach up and up until he reached her breasts, he leaned down and let his tongue dance around the delicate tips, making her arms fling themselves around his head. Gently he kissed them, nursing as a baby would. Every small suck he administered, she gasped.
Yet during all this, Daiki hadn’t forgotten his lower half, as by now, his motions quickened and strengthened. He thrust in and out, sending shivers up and down Ayumi’s spine. He angled his thrusts, letting his length explore and plumb the depths of her body until… at last he found the treasure he had been looking for. With a strong push of his hips, he slammed into her, ramming his cock against her sweet spot, making her scream out his name. Convulsions overtook her body as the sensations were so strong. Daiki felt her silky hands tremble along his sides as she tried her best to keep her composure, but it seemed to be a losing battle. By now, Daiki was pulling himself out until only the thick head atop his limb was still in her. He would push himself in strongly sometimes, and slowly others, all to tease her, and drive her mad with desire as she moaned her approval. At last, he would tease her a final time, pulling himself out again, until just the head was inside. He bobbed his hips back and forth, letting the thickest part of his member pull out before immediately being pushed back in. Each time, he stretched her to her limits, and she loved it. She moaned and moaned as within the span of a second, his thick cock seemed to be penetrating her over and over again.
Finally, she could feel the waves of pleasure compound within her as her body went numb for a few seconds before suddenly bursting forward with an intense climax. She screamed Daiki’s name as her entire body tensed up….
At the same time, Daiki knew his own orgasm was coming, he teased his cock in and out a few times more, before the sensations grew to be too much, and he pushed himself deep within her before letting his own wave of pleasure crash upon his body. Deep within her body, he spilled his seed. As he withdrew his now semi-soft member from her, he watched as some of his silky white cum came with it, slithering its way down her body until it dripped onto the ground below.
Together they lay on the futon covered floor, both panting and their bodies numb with pleasure. They turned to look at each other and kissed yet again, smiling lovingly at each other.
“I love you…” They whispered, the sounds of their beating hearts dulled their hearing, but the message was clear. Daiki wrapped his arms around Ayumi’s body, and the two naked forms were covered by the blanket that had been a witness to their first union.
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“Prince… Daiki! We can be together at last!” Ayumi cheered as she jumped towards the boy, dressed in a simple brown dress, sewn with tatters.
“We can be together for all of eternity, now that my father has decreed it” Daiki replied as he ran towards her, dressed in clothes made of the softest silk and golden trimmings.
Their hands joined at the center of the stage, before an audience of well over a thousand people. Gently they leaned in and kissed, as the audience leapt to their feet and clapped, some of them crying, some of them pretending to “have something in their eye”. Unbeknownst to them, the kiss was much deeper than it appeared. The two lovers smiled at each other as the curtains closed and the crowd’s cheers dulled. Ayumi rested her head upon Daiki’s chest and the two sighed contently.
The prince had finally found his pauper… or was it the other way around?
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Uwa…. Sorry this one took so long to write! But here it is! Once again, comments are appreciated!
~Emmie
Life had been difficult for Daiki, ever since he had made up his mind, to go to Tokyo, and start his own life there. He had found himself a small apartment that he could afford comfortably with money from doing the occasional odd job, and delivering papers in the morning. It was hard, but he knew that one day he would find a place where he could put his talents to work. He had such ambitions, he wanted to dance, to sing, to act… but lately…. It seems they had all been put on the backburner.
“Ah!” Daiki exclaimed as he watched a car pull up to the small track field and the girl stepped in. They drove off into the distance as he watched.
“Someday….. I’ll have the confidence to introduce myself…” He promised himself as he threw the paper with dire accuracy and pedaled onward.
“Good Work Ari-Chan!” The manager of the paper routes greeted him on his return. He had just been hired, but the man always treated him as if he were his own son.
“Arigatou, Tama-San” Daiki parked the bike in front of the small book store as he took off riding gloves.
“Did you see her again?”
“Yeah…” Daiki sighed
“Well… that’s good…. She has to be waiting for you….”
“Haha I’m not that naïve…”
“Maybe….” The man shrugged playfully
“Anyway, Tama-San, I’m going home now!” Daiki waved as he turned and began to walk
“Ah! Wait Ari-Chan, while you were gone, a person phoned for you. Here.” The store owner handed him a piece of paper. It was the director of a play that Daiki had tried out for!
“Yattaa!!” Daiki screamed into the morning. Air and he quickly shushed himself, embarrasse. He didn't want to wake the neighbors, he had heard they were rather cranky in the early morning hours.
Daiki quickly ran home and as he did he thought of all th wonderful things he would soon be participating in.
He quickly opened the small door that barred the way into hi small apartment. It was certainly small, but cozy. It had room for everything a person needed, although it was a bit plain, Daiki loved it.
“Today is a great day!” He cheered to himself as he felt himself brimming with confidence. He darted into the kitchen and pulled open the small fridge. Inside, was a small sandwich that had been the result of two days of saved food. The barebox housed little more than enough food for one day, and even so he ate sparingly. He grabbed the sandwich half and bit into it as he sat down at the small table in the center of the apartment. He smiled to himself happily as he ate and watched the light in the small lamp that he had bought. Granted, it was a cheap lamp that he had managed to fix, but he found it charming.
“Ahhhh” The futons found their way out of the closet and he laid down upon the soft cushions and sighed to himself as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Success! “He whispered to himself as he closed his eyes, making sure to turn on his alarm clock as he did. It would be four hours before he had to wake up for his next job….. and at night, he had to be a waiter for a private party. This was his life now, and he had never been happier.
After days and days of waiting, the day for the first rehearsal finally came. Daiki had been working very hard to memorize his lines. It seemed, it was to be a romance play, between a prince and a poor orphan girl.
“Forbidden love eh?” Daiki raised an eyebrow at the script as he read through it the first time. It had been such an amazing store though, and he couldn’t wait to be in it. He had been chosen to take the lead as the prince!
As Daiki arrived at the small theater that housed some of the most brilliant plays that he had ever seen or heard about, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, a familiar car was parked before the entrance.
“Huh, what are the odds…” He mumbled to himself as he opened the doors and stepped in. Immediately he was greated with the mumbling of well over 30 people walking around setting up props, designing stage backdrops and the like. He walked up to the director who turned immediately to face him. He was a nice man, in his early 30s, with gentle eyes, and a strong streak of brown hair.
“Ah! You are…. Arioka-Kun!” He exclaimed and gave Daiki an unexpected hug. He was about to thank him when he was immediately cut off by him noticing someone entering the room. Quickly, he grabbed Daiki’s wrist and brought him over to the door.
“Good timing! Arioka-Kun, this is your co-star on the stage!” He laughed happily as Daiki worked the nerve to look at the girl standing before him. He had unconsciously turned his head downwards to avoid her gaze, but as he lifted his head and his eyes noticed her legs and her body, he realized there was something familiar about her. It wasn't until he reached the ends of her hair that his eyes widened. It was her. The very hair that always flowed freely from the running girl’s ponytail was in front of him now. Daiki gulped as he worked up the last bit of courage he had, forcing himself to face her.
“Hello, My name is Ayumi.” She smiled happily as she extended her hand.
“D-Daii…” He stuttered.
“Yoroshiku” She nodded to him .
“Jya! Hasegawa-chan, please follow this lady here, she will be fitting you for your costumes...” The director broke their moment as he quickly whisked her away.
“Ayumi….. what a pretty name….” Daiki sighed as he fidgeted with his hands.
Throughout what little rehearsal they did, Daiki found it incredibly difficult to focus. Every time rehearsed his lines, she was opposite him. Whenever Ayumi spoke, her voice seemed just so…. soothing. She definitely wasn’t like the other girls at school. Her long straight hair flowed down to her shoulders, parting neatly with only a small streak left to run down her face. He loved to watch as every few lines, she would wistfully use her hand to brush away the stray lock of hair. Really, Daiki didn’t know what he was so drawn to this girl… but for some reason, it felt right….
“Daiki-San?”
“Hm?”
“It’s your line…”
“Uh.. oh! Ah! Sorry… “ Daiki shook his head and picked up the script, reading aloud the next line in the conversation.
Soon the rehearsal ended, and Daiki was left awestruck as he looked at what the tiny staff had accomplished in the short few hours they had been there. The entire stage had changed, a small backdrop painted to match the night sky, with a single trellis that was woven with vines, lay against the outline of a house, a part of the set yet to be put in.
“Bye Arioka-Kun! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“Eh?” Daiki turned to see Ayumi putting on her coat and waving at him.
“You deliver the papers around where I run in the mornings right? Maybe we can practice our lines together then!” She smiled brightly as she turned and left without another word.
“M-Maybe…..” Daiki stuttered. Immediately a whole slew of thoughts ran into his head. He had to dress nicer tomorrow…. What if it rained though? He should bring an extra umbrella for her, just in case. What if it didn't rain though? He’d look like an idiot carrying not one but TWO umbrella on a clear morning. Feeling overwhelmed by his own worries, Daiki sighed and closed his eyes. He cleared his mind and shook his head, brushing away the thoughts that had cluttered around in his focus. Taking a final look at the theater, he smiled to himself and left. This was his big chance!
It was around dinner time when Daiki reached his small apartment and he sighed to himself again as he pulled open the fridge to find nothing in it. It looks like tonight he would go without dinner. At the very thought, his stomach grumbled its disapproval.
“Oh hush… we don’t have any money until tomorrow, when we get paid…. You’ll be fine for one day.” He whispered quietly to it.
Daiki sat down at the small desk in the corner and picked up the script. He had been reading it on the way back from the theater, occasionally bumping into poles and the occasional person when the interesting parts caught his attention.
“Huh…Who knew…..?” Daiki whispered as he finished the script and lay back on the padded floor. Closing his eyes, he imagined the play as he would have directed, but was immediately awoken again by a growl from his stomach. He was really starving now…. His thin frame had been growing thinner still as the days passed, and he was powerless to stop it.
“Maybe…. A bath…” He said to himself as he walked into the bathroom and set the water to run, filling the small tub. It was just his size, big enough for him to comfortably lay in it, and small enough for him not to drown while doing so. When the waters were warm enough for him, he slid in dunking his head underwater and feeling the warmth against his cold face. When he resurfaced, the water pooled in the front and dripped down his face in a steady pillar of fluid. He sighed as he lay back and felt his stomach grumble again, this time muffled by the waters around it. He had to get his mind off food…. Maybe the events of the day would be a good distraction…
Daiki closed his eyes and immediately a picture of Ayumi appeared. She was waiting for Daiki atop a mountain, dressed in a dress of pure white, with ribbons that flowed with the soft breeze that whipped around her. She was beautiful… and he looked at himself to see that he was in tatters, a beggar’s robe. Still he ran towards her and found the path to be very steep indeed, yet every time his eyes met hers, they called to him, a need… a want….
“Ayumi!” Daiki jumped to the top of the mountain after struggling with the path, and when he did, the moment his feet touched the ground, his body felt… strange. He found himself pushing the girl down upon the soft grass that grew at the mountain’s peak. Eagerly he kissed her, as her eyes still beckoned to him. He traced a finger down from her lips down slowly to her neck, her chest, her navel until it reached the…..
“AH!” Daiki jerked awake as he fell backwards and hit his head hard against the back wall behind the tub. He had fallen asleep in the tub!
“Mou… you baka…. Sleeping in the tub….” He scolded himself, before noticing a certain….. not-so-small problem that had quite literally surfaced. He blushed as he saw his own limb erect and stiff with need.
“I can’t eat, and my mind’s stuck on her….. great……” He mumbled as he waited until his problem subsided before getting out of the tub and pulling out a small futon, and a pair of sleeping pants that he had mended over and over again.
Thankfully, the night held no surprises for Daiki, the lull of the city life around him brought about only soothing thoughts. It was always times like this, that he could put his life into perspective. Although his life was hard, he was balancing it, and it was fulfilling….. and that’s all that matters, right? Still, he couldn't shake the voice that rang in the back of his head. It kept whispering to him that there was something missing…. But he couldn’t quite figure out what.
“Ayumi?” He asked himself, as the voice fell silent.
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Once again, early in the morning the small alarm clock next to Daiki rang, signaling the start of a new day, and he was more reluctant than ever to accept its message. Slowly he dragged himself out under the covers and opened a single eye to meet the darkness outside that awaited him. Quickly he threw on his clothes and ran out of the house, arriving at the small store where a large bundle of newspapers awaited him. It wasn’t until he grabbed his bike that he remembered, today was the day that Ayumi was going to see him! He looked at himself carefully, it wasn't as perfect an outfit as he would have liked, but he decided it was acceptable…after all…. What choice did he have?
Slowly he pedaled down the streets of the suburbs that he serviced, throwing papers with enough force to land them perfectly in front of the door. That is, until he came to the house at the end. He’d always liked this house, it had a gate where the yard met with the road, and provided a sort of challenge for him. When he had first started, he had always been unable to throw the paper perfectly through the gaps between the bars, but now… he’d been practicing. Grinning to himself, he picked up a neatly folded paper and, taking aim, he threw it. It turned and turned in mid-air before jumping between the iron bars and landing on the welcome mat that sat before the house’s entrance.
“Yosh!” Daiki pumped his fist into the air. His eyes widened as he realized he wasn’t alone. Someone was clapping for him…..
“Nice throw Arioka-Kun!” Ayumi’s voice came. Daiki turned to see Ayumi standing at the corner of the road and she was the person who had been clapping for him. She gestured in the path that would be his delivery route and he nodded. Together they went down the roads, Daiki pedaling gently, and Ayumi jogging steadily beside him. Even in the mornings, she was beautiful…. Now that he was up close, Daiki noticed that in her perfectly straight hair, were small highlights of a light brown, and her eyes were a deep shade of emerald green.
“Ja…. Arioka-Kun, lets start shall we?” She asked as he produced the script from a small bag she wore on her back. Daiki nodded hoping that he had managed to memorize what he had read last night.
“Prince…. our love is one that is forbidden, you of royal descent and me a mere beggar…” Ayumi read with such conviction, Daiki felt himself coming into the scene, and pittying her….her character of course…. He clarified himself.
“Don’t use my title, you and I, we have been closer than this before, and your attempts to distance me do nothing but break my heart. For you, I’d forsake my title and live contently as a poor man.” Daiki recited.
“You, are not made for this world of mine…..”
“Then I shall become one with you.. and you will shape me, like a rock against the sands of time, you will change me, until I am worthy of this world of yours.” Daiki continued, before he realized that he had reached the end of his route. He turned to look at Ayumi who had stopped and turned to look at him as well. Their eyes met, and a silence fell over them. Gently they leaned in, and with a touch of their lips, played out the last part of the scene.
“Uh.. I’m sorry!” Daiki quickly apologized as he watched the girl put a finger to her lips, considering the event that had just happened.
“Mm it’s okay…. Ario….Daiki” Ayumi used his first name!
“A-Ayumi?”
“Lets…. Go get breakfast okay?”
“U..Uh sure..” Daiki nodded as they made their way back to the small store and he dropped off his bike.
Together they stepped into a small café on the corner of Daiki’s apartment complex. He sighed as he used some of his emergency money to buy a small cup of coffee and a croissant, rare treats that he allowed himself…. But then again, this was a rare occasion. Ayumi ordered the same, and they sat down in a small circular booth in the corner of the room. The sun still hadn’t risen yet, and they peered out of the store windows at the darkness, still lit only by the small streetlights that lined the pavement.
“Daiki…. What… do you think of me?” Ayumi blurted out
“E-Eh?” He raised an eye brow.
“What do you think of me…?” She repeated
“I… I…” He stuttered. He had wanted to tell her that he loved her, that he admired her, that he wanted their lives to be like this forever. But who was he kidding, he who was poor as the pauper she played, and she who was wealthy as the prince he played.
“You’re not very good with words are you?” She asked giving him a small peck on the cheek, casuing Daiki to blush.
“W-What do you mean?”
“Well… it seems like whenever you’re nervous you start to stutter a lot.” She smiled as she sipped her coffee.
“I.. uh..”
“Well nevermind then, lets….. get to know each other then…” Ayumi perked up and turned to look at Daiki with those beautiful green eyes.
For the next hour or so, they spent the time talking about their families, their ambitions, their hopes for the future…….
“He’s so gentle…. And so nice…. I think he’d make such a wonderful father… I hope his dreams come true…. He has such ambition… such drive….” Ayumi thought to herself as she nodded happily when Daiki was talking about his plans for his future.
“She’s so pretty…. So compassionate and so honest…She’d be a wonderful wife and mother… she’s so pure… and…” Daiki’s thoughts were interrupted as Ayumi abruptly kissed him again. There was such a connection between them, and over the hour they had strengthened it. Gently, the girl rested her hand on his knee and he turned even redder.
“Ayumi…” He whispered as their kiss ended.
“Daiki….” She returned, gazing at him lovingly with her eyes.
“I…just…” He couldn't think of anything to say….. but she smiled and brought him close again, bringing together their lips for yet another kiss, this time deeper, more passionate……
The door swung open with a bang, slamming into the wall behind it. The two figures were nestled against each other, the boy’s lips conjoined with the girl’s. Without looking, he kicked close the door and threw off his jacket as she did. His arms were now wrapped around her waist, as all the while their lips never broke contact. He could feel her tugging away at his shirt and reluctantly, he broke their contact to allow it all the way off his body.
“Daiki…” She whispered breathlessly as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Ayumi looked up and down the boy’s thin but firm frame and smiled. He was certainly cute, and his body was shaped by a life of working and living on his own merits. Slowly the fabric fell to the ground and she undid the small ponytail that held her hair. Gently he put his arms around her again, and together they laid down upon the soft futon that was on the floor. Without even noticing that she had done it, Daiki felt the pants around his waist loosen as she cast aside the belt that had held them in place. Slowly she pushed them down his toned legs and off of him leaving Daiki completely naked. The boy’s body rippled with motion as he returned the favor. Soon what little coverings were left on their bodies, found themselves on the floor, thrown into a heap beside old comic books or textbooks. The two hot bodies pressed against each other, Daiki put a finger to her lips as he raised himself off of her to take in the sight. Even now she was like a goddess, her hair streamed out from her head, forming a beautiful shock of silky black and brown. Slowly Ayumi licked and sucked on his finger and he smiled as he leaned down again and began to kiss her neck, suckling gently up and down her collarbone. All the while, his finger had taken to streaming down her body, down her neck, down her chest, past her navel, until… it found the one place that caused her to gasp his name. Slowly the digit teased its way into her body as she gasped from the sudden intrusion. Her own arms had moved to his body and was following the contours of his skinny but firm abs and his strong well-defined hips. Slowly she brought her hands together, meeting at the center of his hips, clasping his already hardened member between them. She marveled at the thick and long length that was in her hands, but only for a second. Daiki had snaked yet another finger into her and she gasped as her grip upon his cock tightened, causing him to groan against the tension.
“D-Daiki….” She gasped as the fingers within her started their slow motion. Gently the boy turned his body around, until the magnificent length was before her. Giving in to her savage needs, she forgot her composure and hungrily inhaled him in his entirety. At the same time, and intense sensation radiated throughout her body as she cried out, her muffled sounds sending vibrations deep into Daiki’s body. The boy’s mouth was slowly tantalizing her, brushing against her most private parts, and curling its way around with unbelievable flexibility. He kissed her, deeply, letting his tongue enter her private sanctuary. Immediately she arched her back, pressing herself upwards against his firm body. Still, despite all the incredible feelings she was experiencing, her own mouth had begun its exploration… Gently Ayumi traced circles around its thick head and followed it down its entire length. She lapped lovingly at the underside, paying attention to the sensitive spot that seemed to make the boy above her shiver with pleasure.
Still now, his tongue pushed in and out of her, bringing about gasp after gasp of pleasure. Daiki brought two fingers from each hand and slowly dug them into her, the slick saliva helping his progress as he opened her from within. She was ready.
“Daiki…..please….” Ayumi moaned around his length as he nodded and raised himself off of the girl’s body. She let her own hands caress her body, one going to her perfect nipples, the other tracing down the side of her body. Daiki knelt down before her and grasped her hips. With a firm pull and lift, he brought them together, pressing the tip of his throbbing member against her inner most entrance. He allowed his muscles to tense, pushing his cock into her, just enough for her to feel, but not enough to provide anything more than a tease of sensation.
“Daiki! Please….” She whimpered again as turned her head from side to side, his small teases drove her wild with lust.
“Anything for you… Ayumi.” He replied as he raised himself and with a firm conviction, thrust himself, causing her to scream as the monstrously thick length penetrated her. It felt so wonderful, the small mix of pain and pleasure that she was feeling. Every little motion of his hips, she felt, and every inch of his length that she took in, she moaned. Sensually Daiki began to push his hips in and out, retracting only an inch or so before pushing it back into her. He relished the warmth that was wrapped around his most private part. It felt so welcoming, and so right. Gently he traced his hands down her thighs, tickling her and up her small stomach up and up until he reached her breasts, he leaned down and let his tongue dance around the delicate tips, making her arms fling themselves around his head. Gently he kissed them, nursing as a baby would. Every small suck he administered, she gasped.
Yet during all this, Daiki hadn’t forgotten his lower half, as by now, his motions quickened and strengthened. He thrust in and out, sending shivers up and down Ayumi’s spine. He angled his thrusts, letting his length explore and plumb the depths of her body until… at last he found the treasure he had been looking for. With a strong push of his hips, he slammed into her, ramming his cock against her sweet spot, making her scream out his name. Convulsions overtook her body as the sensations were so strong. Daiki felt her silky hands tremble along his sides as she tried her best to keep her composure, but it seemed to be a losing battle. By now, Daiki was pulling himself out until only the thick head atop his limb was still in her. He would push himself in strongly sometimes, and slowly others, all to tease her, and drive her mad with desire as she moaned her approval. At last, he would tease her a final time, pulling himself out again, until just the head was inside. He bobbed his hips back and forth, letting the thickest part of his member pull out before immediately being pushed back in. Each time, he stretched her to her limits, and she loved it. She moaned and moaned as within the span of a second, his thick cock seemed to be penetrating her over and over again.
Finally, she could feel the waves of pleasure compound within her as her body went numb for a few seconds before suddenly bursting forward with an intense climax. She screamed Daiki’s name as her entire body tensed up….
At the same time, Daiki knew his own orgasm was coming, he teased his cock in and out a few times more, before the sensations grew to be too much, and he pushed himself deep within her before letting his own wave of pleasure crash upon his body. Deep within her body, he spilled his seed. As he withdrew his now semi-soft member from her, he watched as some of his silky white cum came with it, slithering its way down her body until it dripped onto the ground below.
Together they lay on the futon covered floor, both panting and their bodies numb with pleasure. They turned to look at each other and kissed yet again, smiling lovingly at each other.
“I love you…” They whispered, the sounds of their beating hearts dulled their hearing, but the message was clear. Daiki wrapped his arms around Ayumi’s body, and the two naked forms were covered by the blanket that had been a witness to their first union.
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“Prince… Daiki! We can be together at last!” Ayumi cheered as she jumped towards the boy, dressed in a simple brown dress, sewn with tatters.
“We can be together for all of eternity, now that my father has decreed it” Daiki replied as he ran towards her, dressed in clothes made of the softest silk and golden trimmings.
Their hands joined at the center of the stage, before an audience of well over a thousand people. Gently they leaned in and kissed, as the audience leapt to their feet and clapped, some of them crying, some of them pretending to “have something in their eye”. Unbeknownst to them, the kiss was much deeper than it appeared. The two lovers smiled at each other as the curtains closed and the crowd’s cheers dulled. Ayumi rested her head upon Daiki’s chest and the two sighed contently.
The prince had finally found his pauper… or was it the other way around?
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Uwa…. Sorry this one took so long to write! But here it is! Once again, comments are appreciated!
~Emmie