Not Good Enough [KWMS] [Aoi x Misaki?]
Disclaimer: I don't own Kaichou wa Maid-sama!
Warning: AU; HIGHLY OOC; T-RATED; DRUNK-AOI; MASSIVE FLUFF+KISSING
Author’s Note: AU because Aoi is 18 years old. Things change, thoughts change… hormones kicked in. I’m sorry, I’m really scared to post this… it’s too, gross, maybe?
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Not Good Enough
Another KWMS fanfiction from Solitary Sanctuary…
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This is not good. He’s drunk, and it’s bad. Not bad because, after all he’s legal, but bad, because this is his first time. His friends let him go for the reason that he can walk in a straight line. But that’s because he had a good sense of balance. -Hey, he wore high heels back then. It’s a good training how to balance on those finger thick hills that’s so unstable on ground.
Outwardly, he’s looking normal… minus his askew hair and clothes, the red-tinge of his face, and the way his eyes almost rolling on its socket as he walk. His mind was so fuzzy right now, and the world is a bit spinning, he felt like he’s walking on a tightrope. -Walk where? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care.
For he was following a thread of fate, a fate that fate chose for his fate… and if he says fate one more time, he might share the same fate as the fate of his ballpoint pen. -Lost somewhere, in between something, and never to be found again… or yeah, he’s feeling doing a bit of a poem right now.
"GAAAAH." He brought both of hands and clutched as his hair, which gave him a bit of a reprieve, and since it was not enough he slapped both of his cheeks to give his brain a jolt, as it reviving it from the depths of the slumber. Shaking away the twinkling stars that littered in his eyesight, Aoi continued walking down the watery sidewalk.
It was raining, he was getting wet, but he didn’t care. He was Aoi, a man amongst men. -Ignore that tidbit about him cross-dressing back in Junior High- He knew what to say to women, and he knew what kind of man a woman wants. -Because, really, being a cross-dresser gave him an insight of how a female mind works, not fully, but it was enough.
But that’s the thing, for all his experience and knowledge, it points to one single woman like a beacon from a lighthouse. But it was something out of his reach, the girl was older than him… but that doesn’t mean that she isn’t an idiot, because she is, and that’s what he likes the from her. She has her own set of principles, and stubbornness that complemented that trait of her. But she’s taken, not recently, but rather for a long time now.
Wedding bells would ring in a short while…
His first love, and only love, because he was forced to give way. But now… upon recognizing the path he took, he knew he is a man with a mission…
To confess his unyielding love; No one can stop him; He will not fail.
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One other thing that alcohol inhibits in his system is his thinking process. That, in process, proceeds to eliminate any thorough check in how he would act, or in simple words: It turns his tsundere off, and just acts on the first thing that comes on his mind.
Now approaching the rusty gate, he kicked it open, but it refused to swing the other way. Instead, it fell off its hinges, and made a ruckus. Even at Aoi’s state, he cringed at the sharp sound it made. Misaki is going to kill him.
At the door, he intended to knock and shout, but when he turned the knob… it actually turned, and so he entered the premises with a bang, his blue eyes darting towards the outline of the house…
…then he found her. And their eyes connected. Her wide-opened amber eyes and his half-lidded blue eyes sought each other. Aoi smiled as he looked at how he caught her off guard. On how mouth was slightly ajar, and how she froze on the middle of the hallway, going to the door. -Possibly to check the commotion.
He had caught her so off-guard to the point of him, Aoi, taking three staggering steps towards her before she took a step back… and back, and back, until she was pressed on the wall.
He eyes, now just a bit wide, bore into him as she mouthed a silent, "Aoi.", which proved to him that he had recognized him. ‘Good.’ He had thought. "You’re drank…" she stated quietly.
"I…" He croaked. Aoi frowned, and cleared his throat. Blinking, he placed both of his arms between Misaki’s head, for support, and said "I love you."
Her eyes widened for a fracture, her lovely mouth parted, and sweet smell of something akin to a strawberry, left her mouth in her breath. Its sweet aroma pulls her to him, making him curious if her pink lips are as delicious as it seems. And one way to find out was…
He dipped his head low, and he sealed those pink lips with his own.
He had forgotten that his hair is actually wet from the rain, as his whole body, and streams of water coming from his hair was transferring to her… through their connected forehead, and through the droplets from his arms to her shoulders. -It didn’t bother him, but the water was actually cold. -As his lips.
It was no wonder that she shivered, at the rough and sloppy kiss from him. The kiss actually disgraces his name, as the perfect guy that girls would love. But what would one expect? Aoi is drunk.
The kiss, now over, staunched the moment between them. Both were at a standstill, with Aoi waiting for a response, and Misaki forming a response. -Or what to make of her situation. And Aoi is having fun while at it.
Never mind the frantic heartbeat, or the ragged breaths. Ignore the desire-laced eyes of both persons involved, and how they’re staring at each other, nor the fact that the girl hadn’t pushed the boy away from her.
‘Its more delicious…’ Aoi thought, as he recalled the taste of her lips. Surprisingly, Aoi managed to clear his mind before her, so he managed to see the desire on those yellow-brown eyes of her. --He smirked, knowing that he bagged her.
But it isn’t so, because soon, as recognition replaced the dazed look, those eyes turned a bit sharp and somehow bored, as her mouth upturned to a semblance of a mocking smirk, "Is that how you, an expert on love, kiss?" she baited.
Getting baited, and gearing up for the challenge, Aoi lowered his head for the second time. Their lips touched again, their eyes closed again, and Aoi’s hand, that was on the wall, moved to cup Misaki’s face. As soon as his cold hands touched her cheeks, she let out a silent gasp… which Aoi took opportunity to slip a tongue.
And that’s when Aoi, himself, was lost in the sensation…
They parted, this time out of lost of breath. Huffing, Aoi didn’t really care if his kiss was adequate for her. He just want to find a reason to kiss those damn lips… enticing him, the saliva that connects both of their mouths dangle in the small space they create for breathing purposes. But still, Aoi was self-conscious, "So…?" He inquired.
He knew that both of their eyes were filled with desire at the moment, they both want the same thing… screw breathing, Aoi already died and went to heaven. But that isn’t so, with deeply ingrained mischief on her eyes, Misaki smirked at him, desire still prevalent in her eyes, "Not good enough…" she muttered, he breath brushing at his face.
Grinning, he closed the gap again… this time with Misaki joining him halfwa-
"WHA-WHAT THE HELL?"
Aoi looked at the source of the noise, as was Misaki. Aoi couldn't clearly see, but… it was a woman, and that woman was oddly familiar. In his drunken stupor, he couldn’t see it very well, but it seems like Misaki did, and he could feel her clearing her throat.
"Hi, sister." Misaki… monotones…?
Aoi blinks his eyes, and looked carefully at the girl he had previously having a hot kiss with. As if looking at her for the first time, his heart stopped as he realizes, "Suzuna?"
OH SHI-
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Author’s Note: Don’t kill me, Ayyah. HAHAHA.