(log) Yuushi and Kenya [PART ONE]
Who: Oshitari Yuushi and Oshitari Kenya/Keina
What: One Oshitari finds themselves wet and the other was the one with a bucket of water in hand
When: Aug 20th
Where: Kenya’s apartment
Rating: Fluff
Warnings: Cuteness and feels all over the place
Her apartment was spotless. Not a dust molecule in sight, not a poster or knick knack out of place, nor a wrinkle on the sheets of her bed. It looked like something out of a magazine, and Kenya wanted to tear it apart again just for something to do. She was going absolutely stir crazy inside of her apartment, no school to take her mind off of things, not wanting to step foot outside unless she had to. People would see her as a woman, and while they knew she was at the moment, it was... embarrassing. In fact, she’d taken to doing aerobics in the middle of her floor just to keep in shape while she couldn’t jog, which was part of why she was so bored.
Sighing, Kenya flopped onto a big comfy sofa against the wall of her apartment and curled up. Her eyes drifted to the bright red phone on a small table by the arm. Maybe she should call Yuushi? He’d have some kind of cure for her boredom, right? He always did whether he intended for it or not. She tentatively reached for the phone, only to flail and flop onto her back so she didn’t have to see it. Nevermind. Even if he was the only person at the moment that she could even remotely trust not to laugh at her for still being female after weeks, she wouldn’t do it. Nope. She could suffer in boredom before she balked, always trying to make it harder for herself before doing something.
Well, and every time she even remotely thought of Yuushi visiting again it made her burn with a need so strong she became instantly wet. It was more frustrating than being locked up in her apartment without anything interesting to do. Just what the hell had happened to make her want him more than she should ever probably want anyone?
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since he had seen his beloved cousin. Head from him..well...her maybe. He had spent an enjoyable day with her, but in the end, she had ultimately kicked him out. He hadn’t been able to move in like he wanted. Not only that, he hadn’t been able to get in touch with her after. He had called. Almost every day. And emailed too. But she hadn’t responded to him. Perhaps she regretted it. He never regretted it. What they had done that day, he would never once regret it. He would treasure it. But he did miss his cousin. He missed her and just wanted to talk to her again. But he didn’t think she would answer the phone if she hadn’t already done so by now. Which left him with only one option.
Adjusting his shirt a little, making sure he was rather presentable, he leaned down and opened up the violin case. He leaned down to pick up a small rock and launched it at her window. It was followed by another. Then he set the violin under his chin and started to play, voice singing to the melody he dragged from the strings. Singing of his deep love and devotion to his cousin.
At first she hadn’t heard the rocks at her window. Kenya was too buried under her own arms to really register the sound of much more than her own breathing. The violin was quite a bit louder and drifted past the long sleeve shirt she wore, that she swam in instead of clinging to her like it would have done if she were himself. Her arms drifted down to her sides as she listened to the melody floating into her closed window. It was still muffled but she could hear it, and hear the man singing with it.
Quickly, the speedstar climbed to her feet and vaulted haphazardly toward the window, pulling it up in a surge. Then she saw him, Yuushi singing his heart out to her window, and the heat rushed to her cheeks. Did he even realize how embarrassing that was?! Not only did every single one of her neighbors know that Yuushi was there to see her, but he was acting like she was some woman he had to woo. It was infuriating. Embarrassing.
Just as soon as she appeared in the window, she disappeared to grab... jeez what could she grab?! Kenya didn’t have enough income to hurl a dish at him, and didn’t want to risk having to take him to the hospital either, so that wouldn’t work. The same with tossing one of her shoes at him, too. Uhg. W-- She smiled slyly as her eyes landed on the bucket of sudsy water still on the counter from wiping her counters and walls down. It wasn’t disgusting, but it would definitely do the trick. She hefted the sloshing mess up and brought it to her window. “Oh, Yuu~ shut up!” And then dumped it out the window.
He was getting to the best part. He was getting to the part of his song where he was going to start describing all the many ways he loved her and all the romantic and naughty things he wanted to do to her. For anyone else, he was sure he would have them swooning and inviting him up. He hoped the same for Kenya. Since he had seen her. Seen that blond hair and made him feel terribly happy about it. Finally seeing her after so long. But then she disappeared again. He was about to go louder when she came back. He smiled warmly and raised the volume.
SPLASH!!
The violin stopped. It was soaked...if he didn’t dry it immediately, it would be ruined. He was wet too. Soaked to the skin, the water dripping off his hair making him look rather like a drowned rat. He put the violin down to his side and looked up at her as if she had just stabbed him through the chest with a terribly blunt object. “Ken-tan...” He pouted softly. “Don’t be like that.” He put the violin in the case and then started to try and ring out his shirt a little. So much for looking presentable, even if he looked just as handsome and sexy wet as he did dry.
Oh god. That was probably a very bad idea, on Kenya’s part. As she looked down, somewhat smug that she’d managed to make him shut up before he sang about anything else embarrassing, all she could really do was allow it to be wiped clean. Yuushi’s clothing clung to him like nobodies business and... and he looked even hotter than he had only a brief moment ago. And he looked so... so sad that it made her feel bad.
“D-don’t sing that stuff at my window dammit!” Of course she puffed her chest out indignantly, begrudging what she had to do next. “So just get up here and dry off.”
Without a moment’s hesitation and a swift closing of her window she was gone from sight, nervously inching her way toward the door to unlock it. Uhg. What was she going to do?
If he wasn’t allowed to sing at her window, how else was he going to be able to see her? But it seemed that it worked better than he imagined. She was inviting him up. Carefully, he snapped the case closed and picked it up. Then, dripping all the way, he went to her door. There he stood until she opened it for him. Only then would he let himself in. “I’ll need a towel...” Not for him. For the violin. He could be wet a little while longer.
It was followed very closely by a small sweet purr of “I missed you, Kenya. I think your phone might be broken. I called but no one ever answered.” He sighed, tragically, as if it was the world’s fault Kenya hadn’t gotten his calls.
Wicked and cruel when she wanted to be, Kenya left Yuushi at her door, not bothering to invite him in. Not on her clean floors. She disappeared once again, this time into the bathroom, only to produce a large towel that she presented to him once she got back to the threshold of her doorway. Though looking at him, her resolve was crumbling fast. He looked so pathetic and somehow lovesick, drenched from head to toe but still happy to see her.
Kenya wiggled uncomfortably.
“My phone’s fine, I’ve just been busy.” She was such a terrible liar, she couldn’t even believe it herself. It left the blond to reach up to her hair, ruffling it as her foot scratched her leg nervously. “...If ya want in, next time do it the conventional way, ‘kay? My neighbors are nosy enough without you instigating it.”
He stood there, looking inside the place and then back at her. Accepting the towel, he knelt down, looking for all the world like he was just going to up and propose to her. But instead, he opened the case again and started drying the instrument. As he did, he spoke softly. “I’ve just been so worried about you, Ken-tan.” He meant it too. The way he held his body said he was telling the honest truth. “I know this is a hard time for you. And I just want to make sure you’re doing as okay as you can be,” Well, that and that no other man had managed to steal her away from him. She was beautiful and available if only because any relationship between them was...not really smiled upon by the polite society that Yuushi lived in.
He finished his drying and then started upon himself, taking out the small band in his hair and starting to dry vigorously, sure when he was done it would look like a lover and just run fingers through his hair. “All right. I promise. Next time, I’ll just knock on your door.” And not like last time. Not acting like a jilted lover. “Can I come in, or do I get to camp out in front of your door?” It sounded just romantic enough that Yuushi would do it. He’d do it in a heart beat.
At least Kenya wasn’t delusional enough to think that Yuushi was going to propose to her, and didn’t hope for it either. She wasn’t actually a woman and didn’t wish for those kinds of things. Though being a woman was starting to sour more and more with each passing day she didn’t wake back up with the nightmare over. It was starting to feel like she would never be a man again, honestly. Maybe she should start hoping for those kinds of things? Like settling down t-- well, if it was with Yuushi she probably couldn’t do that. Creating a real life with him could be disastrous. Marriage and children were out of the question since their genetics were too close.
Though she did curiously watch as Yuushi started drying off his violin, and suddenly she felt guilty for having gotten that wet along with him. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to get that too. Will it be okay?” She stepped back and swung the door wider, though, still avoiding eye contact like the last time she’d gotten a visit from her cousin. “Go ahead and use the shower, I’ll gather some clothes for you to wear.”
Gratefully, he stepped past her, brushing against her as he went. It wasn’t on purpose...really. Okay, it was. He did miss her and wanted to touch her, even indirectly. Once inside though, he shook his head. He knew she knew just how much his violin meant to him. “It’ll be okay, Kenya...” He had started calling her by her boy name again. Maybe later, he would slip back to her girl name, but for now, it was just easier to call her who she really was. Kenya. His Kenya. “It’ll be fine. I dried it quickly enough and I’m sure it’ll just need new strings and maybe new resin on the bow.”He wasn’t really all that worried...yet. He would be if it sounded bad after all the maintenance was done
“I’ll just leave it here with you.” He accepted the offer of the shower but paused on his way, “Unless, of course, you want to join me.” He added with a playful wink, moving quickly (for Yuushi), so as not to drip too much on her nice clean carpets.
They way they interacted always reminded her of a manzai act, where she was the straight man and Yuushi the silly one. Now was no different as she shouted ‘horndog’, only it didn’t come out quite as jokingly as she had hoped. It felt more serious, though she didn’t mean it as such. She certainly didn’t mind it! She was just.. having a hard time not looking at him and projecting that she did want to hop into the shower with him and have fun in the suds. Which was evident when her toes curled and she bit her lip, trying not to white-knuckle the violin case.
When he disappeared from sight, she sighed heavily and slumped slightly as she pulled the violin to her small table and set it down gently. Really, if the thing was ruined because of her rash action, she’d feel so guilty. Yuushi loved his violin and he played it beautifully.
Not allowing herself to dwell on it more, Kenya set about grabbing close from her dresser that she thought was big enough to fit Yuushi’s broad shoulders and wider hips. Underwear, shorts, and a comfy t-shirt. That would do, right? Right. She knocked on the door once before she came in, intending to leave them on the toilet.
Yuushi went to the shower like a good boy. He carefully put his soaked clothing aside so that they could be dried eventually. Then it was into the shower with him. A part of him wanted to sing in the shower too. Complete the song he has started for her outside her window. But he had just been let in. No reason to purposely do things that might get him kicked out. So instead, he sighed and enjoyed the hot water, wishing that things weren’t so...complex. Wishing that they weren’t related..or that it wasn’t so wrong...or a million other impossible things. He leaned his head against the shower wall and sighed deeply, the sigh of a man in love. And he was. Deeply so.He groaned a little. What was he going to do? He wanted to be close to her. Be with her.
He heard the knock and smiled just a little and shifted the curtain just enough that Kenya could get a peek if she wanted, of the bluenette in his full glory. “You can come in, Kenya. I’m almost done. I hope you’ll at least let me stay until my clothing is dry.” He could think of a million pleasurable ways to pass the time until then.
“Yeah, I’m not all heartless.” Kenya laughed and set the clothing on top of the toilet. She did peak, too. Not willingly, of course, because it had been an accident. That curtain was just begging to be pulled aside so that she could hop in with him. Ngh, why was he her cousin?
She reached for the curtain and pulled it the rest of the way closed quickly and started out of her bathroom. Almost tripping on a puddle, of course. If it weren’t for balance training as a teenager, she might have fell to her doom on the tile flooring, but thankfully she had somewhat better balance thanks to that and the set of breasts she now owned that acted as weight to pull her backward when she needed it. “Sit on the floor when you come out, I’ll help dry your hair.” At least there was a smile in her voice? But then she was gone, back into the living and bedroom area of her dinky apartment.
She had looked. He knew she had. It made him smile. He wished she would have decided to join him, but one small victory at a time. He was lucky she was even talking to him right now. Which was why, for once, he didn’t take his time in the shower. He went at what was a normal pace (not a Yuushi speed) and not long after he entered the shower, he was leaving it.
He looked at the clothing and smiled a bit more. Kenya’s cloths. They weren’t at all the fine clothing he was used to, but they were Kenya’s. They suited him. And they were warm after his little dousing. He put them on without hesitation, confident that he could make even the most normal of clothing look like it was made just for him to wear. Then he went out, towel in hand to sit obediently on the floor and call out for his cousin. “Kenya. I’m out now.”
It wasn’t like Kenya had to clean for Yuushi being over, what with being something of a neat freak the last two weeks. Going stir crazy, she didn’t have anything else to do and watching too much television made her feel lazy and she hated that. It just... left her with little to do but stare out the window and try to forget that her sexy cousin was naked in another room. That he’d come to her window to serenade her like some lovesick idiot from one of those cheesy movies and novels he had. Was it even genuine? She didn’t remember Yuushi taking such a high interest in her when she was normal. There was flirtations, yeah, but... nothing so drastic as the day she turned into a woman.
Another flush formed on her cheeks at the memory of that day, and it caused Kenya to ruffle her hair in frustration as she stare out the window waiting for Yuushi to be done in the shower.
What were her feelings on the matter, anyway? It was all so damn confusing. Was there even a line drawn somewhere that said how and when she started liking Yuushi, or was she just that confused that she couldn’t see it. Did she even feel the same? It was such a doomed relationship and it actually legitimately frightened her. If she turned back into a guy, would things revert to how they’d been or would they be even more taboo in the eyes of society? She didn’t even know if he liked guys, since everything she ever heard was about Yuushi’s skirt chasing. Kenya didn’t think she wanted that sort of fate for either of them, having to sneak around and keep that sort of thing a secret and potentially stealing him away from women, if he happened to like her as herself. It made her feel guilty and she couldn’t even help it because she did want something. That much she knew.
When Yuushi announced his presence, she looked up, staring a little blankly until it registered. “Oh!” She pulled herself from leaning against the window, but when she smiled there was no sunshine behind it like there normally would have been, her thoughts too gloomy and insecure. Grabbing the towel, she slid around him, one leg on either side as she sat down on the sofa and plunked the fluffy thing over his head. “Sorry if I ruined your clothes too, Yuu. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning or getting you new ones or do something to make up for it.”
For a moment, he just looked at her looking out the window. She was so beautiful yet so distant. How long had he looked at Kenya and felt that way. Male or female. Kenya was attractive and perfect in every way...and distant. So close to him and yet because of circumstances, so very far. The ultimate in look but don’t touch. But he had touched. More than touched. And he couldn’t just be contented with look anymore. He’d taken a bit of the forbidden fruit known as his cousin and he was addicted. It would leave him sick and miserable and heartbroken in the end. he knew that. But he would still eat heartily of the dish while he could.
He wanted to hold her when he saw her smile. That was not the Kenya he knew. Confident and a bit flighty. Spazzing at everything he did and arguing. Trying all the time to one up him in their never ending battle of bragging rights. That was his Kenya. But this new unsure tragic woman also tugged at his heartstrings. She was like a heroine in one of his novels. In fact, he was sure she was going to become one in the near future as he wrote out all the things he wished could happen but never would. So he could create a world where they could be together, even if just imaginary.
Yuushi leaned back a little and reached up to stroke her calf a little. He did so love her legs and he was flanked by them. Wedged between two long bits of soft heaven. He couldn’t help but touch, really. “It’s just clothes.” He replied, voice muffled by the movement of the towel. “You don’t have to pay me back or anything like that. I’m just happy I got to come in. I’d been wanting to see you again.” He paused. “Maybe...to see if you wanted to have dinner and see a movie with me?” There he was, on her floor, getting dried off and asking for a date like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Dinner and a movie?” Kenya felt hope spring forth, but quickly tamped it down. She wasn’t that stupid or naive and shouldn’t think that doing normal things was something to give her an indication. Maybe if she were a he again, but even then it might seem questionable. “Okay, but I don’t want to go anywhere. I’ve still got boobs, and until I find out if it’s permanent or not I only want you to really see me.”
She went about grabbing clumps of Yuushi’s hair, patting them dry with a gentle touch. Only then did she really see just how long it had gotten, and how silky soft it was with a brush of her fingers through it. What would it look like at this length if he let it free like he had when they were kids? She used to like that, and was envious that he had the patience to take care of such hair. It was bad enough that she bleached her own still and barely had the patience for it. “Why do you always wear your hair up now anyway?”
He nodded. “That’s right. You can even pick the movie.” Because if Yuushi had his way, it would be a three tissue box tearjerker. He knew Kenya wasn’t into that sort of film. And dinner...a nice comfortable restaurant with...or not. It seemed the restaurant would end up in the novel and not in reality. But he wasn’t saddened by that. He felt...special. She didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. He was trusted enough that he got to see it. It made him want to smile. Girl Kenya was his and his alone to enjoy. A bit creepy and possessive in a way, but he meant it in the nicest sense.
“We can always purchase a movie from the TV.” And there was always delivery. Or he could cook something. Yuushi did have some talent in the kitchen. One of the many things being a tensai had helped with. He wondered if she would let him. Cook her something. He was about to ask her, but her question came first. He wasn’t about to answer a question with another question. It was rude. Plus, he didn’t feel like being contrary at the moment. He was too contented to be taken care of in such a sweet manner as she was. He hummed in thought.
“It’s romantic.” A cheesy answer, but an honest one. “The romantic poets and artists all have stylish little ponytails.” He reached up to pull forward a lock of that bluenette hair. “Also, it tends to get into my face when I’m reading or studying so I always end up pulling it back anyway. But I won’t cut it. I like this style a lot.” He let the strand go and leaned back enough that he was looking up at her. She was just as amazing upside down. “You don’t like it?”
“No, I do. It’s just--” She fidgeted briefly. That was something she needed to stop doing. It wasn’t her. Kenya was a confident man, but as a woman she was filled with so much unsure and anxiety. Whether from a difference of hormones or feelings themselves, she wasn’t sure. “It would look nice down once in awhile too.”
She imagined this length of Yuushi’s hair free flowing down and dry. Maybe on a real date with candles and stuff, over a dinner at some restaurant with violin music in the background. It made her sigh softly and wrap her arms around Yuushi’s neck, half draping herself on him so her head rested near his, cheek to cheek.
The sad thing was, it was taking a lot of effort to be her usual self. Was it proper to tease him and challenge him like this? Especially now that their relationship had changed and she didn’t know where things stood and it was too awkward to ask. Nevermind how wrong it was to even think of pursuing a relationship with him. weuojsidh uhg. That was it! She needed to act natural. Kenya tilted her head slightly and smirked in an attempt to make things more normal. More like them, rather than awkward lovers. Even though they kind of were. “And I bet it would keep you from going bald prematurely.”
So, she thought it would look nice, hmm? Perhaps he would wear it down more often then, just for Kenya. After all, he did like to spoil his cousin every once in awhile. He definitely decided he would when her arms went about his neck in a hug. It felt nice. He felt warm. He turned his head a little to the side and lightly brushed his lips against her cheek. He wanted lips, but he would settle for that much.
Then his beloved cousin was back. “Me. Go bald. Never. If anyone, it will be you. Hair bleach isn’t good for you, you know.” Though to be honest, he rather liked Kenya’s blond hair. He liked that texture and the color and the style. He wanted to run his fingers through it even now. However, he was comfortable right where he was. But he couldn’t sit on the floor forever. Even if he was very much enjoying the feeling of her arms about him. He reached up to do so, lightly tangling his fingers into her hair and give her a strange hug of his own. “But there is a way to fix that. Let me cook for you tonight.” He way of asking the question he had wanted to earlier.
Kenya paled at the thought of going bald prematurely. If she stayed a woman for the rest of her life she wouldn’t have to worry about that so much, but as a man? It was frightening! Not that it was on her mind, what with the prospect of not having to cook on the table. Kenya... wasn’t such a good cook. There was a reason a majority of her meals came from a can or box. They were simple, fast, and allowed her to do other things more quickly.
“You got it! Anything’d be better than ramen again.” She laughed, finally smiling more genuine. “You’re not gonna make that are you?”
Cue one pout. At least she hoped he wouldn’t make something like that. Kenya knew he was a better cook than her. He did everything better except for being fast like her, which is why she prided herself so much on her speed. It was the one thing she was better at than Yuushi.
He grinned warmly. His hand left her hair and he hauled himself almost reluctantly to his feet. He missed her closeness immediately. He made up for it by leaning and stealing a kiss after all. Just a warm peck on the lips. Chaste as it came for Yuushi. “I promise. No ramen.” But then what. He didn’t know what sort of groceries she had. But there was only one way to do that. But first, he pulled his hair back. He didn’t have a tie and let it go again. He would just have to be careful. He doubted she had an apron either, but he figures he could look anyway, when he was looking through her cupboards for ingredients.
He grinned and started bringing out bowls and a great many ingredients. “Next time, I’ll bring by an apron.” He was offering to cook again. Then he was at it, knife in hand, chopping vegetables and heating a skillet. Up in Hokkaido, Yuushi knew proper okonomiyaki was hard to come by. Yes there was a version from up here, but it was nothing compared to the taste of the Osakan style. Which was what he was going to make this night. It was an easy recipe and quick to make. It also made the apartment smell amazing with a few sizzling moments. “Ken-tan.” He purred happily. “Would you like to help me a little?” He nodded to the cabinets. “Get the plates set up for me? And pick a nice cable movie. My credit card is in my wallet.”
Kenya practically bounced off the sofa, half running toward the kitchen area with an enthusiasm completely driven by her gut. Real food! Real food cooked by Yuushi. A-and the kiss, chaste as it was, seemed to pick her spirits up all the more. Even though it shouldn’t at all and she should feel completely guilty for but somehow... didn’t.
“You got it,” She almost tripped into Yuushi, if only to skid to a halt within an inch of him. It was something she could laugh off and quickly turn directions to, grabbing plates and eating utensils. Doing practically everything quickly, she zoomed off with equal enthusiasm and set the table, only to vanish a few moments later into the bathroom where she found Yuushi’s wallet with his clothing. She should really do something about those. Biting into the leather, Kenya picked Yuushi’s clothing out and rang them out a little in the shower, only to flop them over top of the shower rod to dry out.
“Ne, Yuushi~” Kenya called as she came out of the bathroom. “You’re staying over tonight, right?”
She was adorable. How energetic she was. How eager. It was nice to see. He definitely would cook for her more often. Or at least whenever she let him. Maybe even when she was a guy again. He wanted to cook for Kenya. It made him think of family. Of home. Of the future. It made him go into his little image of perfection in his head. Years from now. They’d have a practice together. Both of them accomplished doctors. Perhaps sharing more than a practice together. In his world...definitely sharing more than that. Being together with his cousin, as a couple. Sharing meals and kisses and nights of bliss. It was such a nice, sweet image of the future. A future that would never come because their relationship was taboo. If anyone found out...it would be everything. Their lives. Their families. Their careers. But in his world...he could pretend that no one would care and that they could have such things.
He flipped the yaki and smiled at her question from the other room. If she was asking, it meant she was open to the idea of it. He was going to take advantage while he could. “At least until my clothes are dry. Maybe until the morning. My classes tomorrow don’t really start until right before noon.” Early morning classes...they would probably kill him when he had to take them. So far he had been able to avoid them. “So you’ll have someone to make you breakfast too.” If Kenya ate breakfast after ten o’clock in the morning.
Classes. Kenya almost forgot what those were like. It was strange to think that just a couple weeks ago she was swimming up to her eyeballs in them, falling behind in life because she was too busy filling her time with studying and classes. Now she was bored out of her mind and flipping through the pages of her textbooks aimlessly, not knowing which chapter they were on, what they were doing, and if she’d be able to catch up again when she got back. If she got back.
“I guess if I’m still a woman after this long, I should prepare for the worst huh?” She asked coming back out, eyes down at Yuushi’s wallet in her hands so she didn’t have to look at him. “Just suck it up and go back to my own classes and stop hiding.”
Turning the tv on, she grabbed the remote from atop the stand it was on and flopped onto her sofa. She leaned against the arm, curled up as she started flipping through the pay-per-view titles, biting her lip. Not a lot of the titles looked appealing, but then she’d gone into the romance section because it was something Yuushi would like. Maybe she could go with a happy medium and pick a romantic comedy? At least those were more entertaining than those wishy washy full on romance movies were.
If Kenya wanted, Yuushi would have been more than happy to tutor her. He hadn’t opened a book yet. He might go to a class but oft times, he seemed not to be paying much attention. Yet he was still at the top of his class in his major. It had been that way at Osaka U as well. Another joy of being a tensai. He just sort of learned quickly or already knew things. He could easily give Kenya study sessions. Studying. Sitting together, heads over books. Him pointing out some key word or phrase. Kenya looking up at him. And then...they kiss. They kiss and studying becomes something more and the rest of the session would end in bed together.
He was sure he had that look on his face. That deeply fantasizing look. But he looked up at her, blinking. “I think you have nothing to worry about. Sanada and Akutsu seem to have changed back. So I’m sure you’ll change back too. We just have to be patient and wait. I know that’s hard, but you’ll be back to yourself before you know it.” And as much as he enjoyed girl Kenya, he was sure boy Kenya would be just as fun. “And if you need help...I’ll be more than happy to help you study. We’re studying the same thing, after all.” At least they had the same major. It was obvious because they were Oshitaries and that meant they would become doctors. It was...expected of them.
He flipped the yaki skillfully, perhaps showing off a bit, watching it land upon the plates. He picked them up and started over. “Dinner is served, Ken-tan.” He presented the steaming plate of home cooking to Kenya.
That was perfect timing, since Kenya had just found a movie. One of those typical romantic comedies where one of the two was a bumbling idiot and they had to overcome adversity to be together. Something like what they’d have to do. Maybe. Probably. God, the food smelled good.
Kenya’s eyes followed the okonomiyaki, drool forming on the corner of her mouth and stomach rumbling from hunger. She even closed her eyes to smell it and let it permeate her senses. Sometimes, it really made her wonder why she got the clumsy gene and Yuushi got the ‘good-with-everything-ever’ gene. She wasn’t stupid, but it took more effort to do certain things, too. Like studying had always been taxing on her attention span. So, Yuushi offering was probably for the best. Not that she’d say so as she slid to the floor and eagerly picked up a utensil to eat with. “Yeah, that’d probably be great. You could always come over here since it’s quieter than a dorm, if you need to study.”
Not now, but maybe sometime she’d show him where the spare key was hidden. Kenya trusted Yuushi at least that much, and obviously more if she allowed him to see her as she was, and even get into her pants. “Oh, and I hope the movie I picked was okay? Figured we’d both like it that way.” She beamed.
He sat next to her, so that their knees touched. He needed that in a way. He was always touchy feely and to know his cousin was close...even if it was just a brush of knees. It made him happy. It made him even more happy to see her enjoying his cooking. He smiled and adjusted his glasses a little. “I might. I have rather...noisy neighbors.” The thug and his boyfriend...well...girlfriend at the moment. Yuushi was surprised he hadn’t been shanked in the showers since he did sort of practice his violin at odd hours. To be able to come here...it would be nice. He doubted she’d let him move in though. He had already made that attempt.
“I’d like that.” He answered and dug in himself. He only glanced a little at the movie. It was one he had seen, but he wouldn’t say that. It was a good movie and Kenya had picked it, so he would watch it a second time. Besides, it was a long one. It meant that maybe once they were done eating, he could set their plates aside and see if Kenya was willing to use him as a backrest.
The gentle brush of their knees together didn’t bother her at all. It felt comforting, in a way. It shouldn’t, but it made her feel like they weren’t an eternity away from each other. Like maybe the outside world didn’t matter, however briefly that was.
Though the moment she took the first bite of her food, having blown on it enough that she wouldn’t get burnt if she bite into it. It was like an orgasm in her mouth, making her sigh softly and relax. Oh god. Oh god oh god. Real food again. Who knew that this could be made with the crap she had laying around her kitchen? It was almost as though she glowed as she tucked into her food none too daintily. Kenya was, after all, a man at heart with the nickname of speed star. There was no such thing as being delicate with that. “hng. I’d almost want you to move in if it meant you’d cook more often.”
He wondered if he should have made more. But there had only been enough for the two, even though both were rather large. He’d have to go out shopping to restock her with proper sustenance at some point. The way she was eating, she would be done before he was even halfway through his. It made him happy though. Knowing that she enjoyed it that much. So much that she would say that, though he had a feeling she really didn’t mean it. He wished that she did. He wouldn’t mind being her live in cook if it meant spending together time with her. “Almost, hmmmm?” He baited playfully. “What do I need to do to make it definite?” He was teasing. Almost was good enough. “Perhaps if I give you some of mine?” He suggested, cutting a piece and holding it up towards her. “Say....ahhhh.” The second sound was more a moaning purr than it should have been. He wondered if she would actually accept the food from him.
Kenya was almost about to wink and say ‘almost’, until his voice struck her in the right way. By now Yuushi should know that his voice was pretty damn lethal, enough to make pretty much everyone swoon or crumble. She wasn’t really an exception, and hadn’t been for a while. Already now, it had been her downfall twice. This time wasn’t any different, her mind going straight to the dirtiest gutter she’d probably ever seen in her life. That, above Yuushi’s voice alone, made her blush furiously and look away, laughing nervously. She even reached up to scratch her chin lightly.
“H-haha, no you go ahead. I’m almost full and I still have a little bit left.” Which, looking down at her plate, she noticed that she did indeed only have a little left. Hah! Still the fastest eater~.
He knew just what his voice did to people. It was hard not to lean over and start whispering into her ear. Tempting her into taking that bite. He was sure he could cajole her if he wanted to. But he wouldn’t tease her so. That and he’d be tempted to nip at her ear and then he’d have cold food later. No good. So...for once, he behaved. He sighed, a bit slighted from being denied the opportunity to feed her and returned to eating. His voice tragically marose. Like he had been told his new kitten had been run over of something equally as devastating. “I suppose I’ll just have to share something else with you.” He heaved another dramatic sigh and glanced over. She was almost completely finished.
“Don’t worry about the dishes.” He stated, utterly depressed. “I’ll take care of them later, okay?” He cooked. He did dishes...He really was a great catch. “Maybe we can watch the movie together on the sofa after?” And he hoped he wouldn’t get shot down again.
And he was doing it again. Influencing her with his voice, though this time it took her from boiling to freezing. She felt bad all of a sudden and showed it by poking at what was left. Almost like if her hands were her feet, she’d be toeing something on the floor. She decided she wouldn’t let it get to her, because all she did was disallow him to feed her, and she shouldn’t be feeling guilty over it. In fact, she nudged him with her knee and wolfed down the last of her portion.
“I’ll do the dishes tomorrow when you leave, so don’t you worry about them. It gives me something to do tomorrow between jog in place to cure my boredom.” Yep. Total admission of being a homebody since becoming a woman. She only went out the bare minimum, such as when she was out of soda and snacks.. and ramen. Though she said nothing about curling up on the sofa, because she definitely intended to use him as a pillow anyway.
Kenya leaned in real quick and gave Yuushi a peck on the cheek before she stood just as fast and grabbed her plate, only to skitter off toward the sink. It was awkward, saying ‘thank you’ in any kind of way, and she figured he might like that way best. Hopefully.
He hated seeing her leave...but he loved watching her go. Yuushi smiled a little at the kiss, his sudden foul mood seemingly cured by that small little thing. “You’re welcome.” He murmured and finished his own plate while she rushed off to the sink. He placed the empty aside and slid up onto the couch, to sprawl like he belonged there. Like hew as an important part of the couch that shouldn’t ever be removed. There, he could watch her while looking like he was watching whatever previews were on before the movie they had ordered with his card.
What: One Oshitari finds themselves wet and the other was the one with a bucket of water in hand
When: Aug 20th
Where: Kenya’s apartment
Rating: Fluff
Warnings: Cuteness and feels all over the place
Her apartment was spotless. Not a dust molecule in sight, not a poster or knick knack out of place, nor a wrinkle on the sheets of her bed. It looked like something out of a magazine, and Kenya wanted to tear it apart again just for something to do. She was going absolutely stir crazy inside of her apartment, no school to take her mind off of things, not wanting to step foot outside unless she had to. People would see her as a woman, and while they knew she was at the moment, it was... embarrassing. In fact, she’d taken to doing aerobics in the middle of her floor just to keep in shape while she couldn’t jog, which was part of why she was so bored.
Sighing, Kenya flopped onto a big comfy sofa against the wall of her apartment and curled up. Her eyes drifted to the bright red phone on a small table by the arm. Maybe she should call Yuushi? He’d have some kind of cure for her boredom, right? He always did whether he intended for it or not. She tentatively reached for the phone, only to flail and flop onto her back so she didn’t have to see it. Nevermind. Even if he was the only person at the moment that she could even remotely trust not to laugh at her for still being female after weeks, she wouldn’t do it. Nope. She could suffer in boredom before she balked, always trying to make it harder for herself before doing something.
Well, and every time she even remotely thought of Yuushi visiting again it made her burn with a need so strong she became instantly wet. It was more frustrating than being locked up in her apartment without anything interesting to do. Just what the hell had happened to make her want him more than she should ever probably want anyone?
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since he had seen his beloved cousin. Head from him..well...her maybe. He had spent an enjoyable day with her, but in the end, she had ultimately kicked him out. He hadn’t been able to move in like he wanted. Not only that, he hadn’t been able to get in touch with her after. He had called. Almost every day. And emailed too. But she hadn’t responded to him. Perhaps she regretted it. He never regretted it. What they had done that day, he would never once regret it. He would treasure it. But he did miss his cousin. He missed her and just wanted to talk to her again. But he didn’t think she would answer the phone if she hadn’t already done so by now. Which left him with only one option.
Adjusting his shirt a little, making sure he was rather presentable, he leaned down and opened up the violin case. He leaned down to pick up a small rock and launched it at her window. It was followed by another. Then he set the violin under his chin and started to play, voice singing to the melody he dragged from the strings. Singing of his deep love and devotion to his cousin.
At first she hadn’t heard the rocks at her window. Kenya was too buried under her own arms to really register the sound of much more than her own breathing. The violin was quite a bit louder and drifted past the long sleeve shirt she wore, that she swam in instead of clinging to her like it would have done if she were himself. Her arms drifted down to her sides as she listened to the melody floating into her closed window. It was still muffled but she could hear it, and hear the man singing with it.
Quickly, the speedstar climbed to her feet and vaulted haphazardly toward the window, pulling it up in a surge. Then she saw him, Yuushi singing his heart out to her window, and the heat rushed to her cheeks. Did he even realize how embarrassing that was?! Not only did every single one of her neighbors know that Yuushi was there to see her, but he was acting like she was some woman he had to woo. It was infuriating. Embarrassing.
Just as soon as she appeared in the window, she disappeared to grab... jeez what could she grab?! Kenya didn’t have enough income to hurl a dish at him, and didn’t want to risk having to take him to the hospital either, so that wouldn’t work. The same with tossing one of her shoes at him, too. Uhg. W-- She smiled slyly as her eyes landed on the bucket of sudsy water still on the counter from wiping her counters and walls down. It wasn’t disgusting, but it would definitely do the trick. She hefted the sloshing mess up and brought it to her window. “Oh, Yuu~ shut up!” And then dumped it out the window.
He was getting to the best part. He was getting to the part of his song where he was going to start describing all the many ways he loved her and all the romantic and naughty things he wanted to do to her. For anyone else, he was sure he would have them swooning and inviting him up. He hoped the same for Kenya. Since he had seen her. Seen that blond hair and made him feel terribly happy about it. Finally seeing her after so long. But then she disappeared again. He was about to go louder when she came back. He smiled warmly and raised the volume.
SPLASH!!
The violin stopped. It was soaked...if he didn’t dry it immediately, it would be ruined. He was wet too. Soaked to the skin, the water dripping off his hair making him look rather like a drowned rat. He put the violin down to his side and looked up at her as if she had just stabbed him through the chest with a terribly blunt object. “Ken-tan...” He pouted softly. “Don’t be like that.” He put the violin in the case and then started to try and ring out his shirt a little. So much for looking presentable, even if he looked just as handsome and sexy wet as he did dry.
Oh god. That was probably a very bad idea, on Kenya’s part. As she looked down, somewhat smug that she’d managed to make him shut up before he sang about anything else embarrassing, all she could really do was allow it to be wiped clean. Yuushi’s clothing clung to him like nobodies business and... and he looked even hotter than he had only a brief moment ago. And he looked so... so sad that it made her feel bad.
“D-don’t sing that stuff at my window dammit!” Of course she puffed her chest out indignantly, begrudging what she had to do next. “So just get up here and dry off.”
Without a moment’s hesitation and a swift closing of her window she was gone from sight, nervously inching her way toward the door to unlock it. Uhg. What was she going to do?
If he wasn’t allowed to sing at her window, how else was he going to be able to see her? But it seemed that it worked better than he imagined. She was inviting him up. Carefully, he snapped the case closed and picked it up. Then, dripping all the way, he went to her door. There he stood until she opened it for him. Only then would he let himself in. “I’ll need a towel...” Not for him. For the violin. He could be wet a little while longer.
It was followed very closely by a small sweet purr of “I missed you, Kenya. I think your phone might be broken. I called but no one ever answered.” He sighed, tragically, as if it was the world’s fault Kenya hadn’t gotten his calls.
Wicked and cruel when she wanted to be, Kenya left Yuushi at her door, not bothering to invite him in. Not on her clean floors. She disappeared once again, this time into the bathroom, only to produce a large towel that she presented to him once she got back to the threshold of her doorway. Though looking at him, her resolve was crumbling fast. He looked so pathetic and somehow lovesick, drenched from head to toe but still happy to see her.
Kenya wiggled uncomfortably.
“My phone’s fine, I’ve just been busy.” She was such a terrible liar, she couldn’t even believe it herself. It left the blond to reach up to her hair, ruffling it as her foot scratched her leg nervously. “...If ya want in, next time do it the conventional way, ‘kay? My neighbors are nosy enough without you instigating it.”
He stood there, looking inside the place and then back at her. Accepting the towel, he knelt down, looking for all the world like he was just going to up and propose to her. But instead, he opened the case again and started drying the instrument. As he did, he spoke softly. “I’ve just been so worried about you, Ken-tan.” He meant it too. The way he held his body said he was telling the honest truth. “I know this is a hard time for you. And I just want to make sure you’re doing as okay as you can be,” Well, that and that no other man had managed to steal her away from him. She was beautiful and available if only because any relationship between them was...not really smiled upon by the polite society that Yuushi lived in.
He finished his drying and then started upon himself, taking out the small band in his hair and starting to dry vigorously, sure when he was done it would look like a lover and just run fingers through his hair. “All right. I promise. Next time, I’ll just knock on your door.” And not like last time. Not acting like a jilted lover. “Can I come in, or do I get to camp out in front of your door?” It sounded just romantic enough that Yuushi would do it. He’d do it in a heart beat.
At least Kenya wasn’t delusional enough to think that Yuushi was going to propose to her, and didn’t hope for it either. She wasn’t actually a woman and didn’t wish for those kinds of things. Though being a woman was starting to sour more and more with each passing day she didn’t wake back up with the nightmare over. It was starting to feel like she would never be a man again, honestly. Maybe she should start hoping for those kinds of things? Like settling down t-- well, if it was with Yuushi she probably couldn’t do that. Creating a real life with him could be disastrous. Marriage and children were out of the question since their genetics were too close.
Though she did curiously watch as Yuushi started drying off his violin, and suddenly she felt guilty for having gotten that wet along with him. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to get that too. Will it be okay?” She stepped back and swung the door wider, though, still avoiding eye contact like the last time she’d gotten a visit from her cousin. “Go ahead and use the shower, I’ll gather some clothes for you to wear.”
Gratefully, he stepped past her, brushing against her as he went. It wasn’t on purpose...really. Okay, it was. He did miss her and wanted to touch her, even indirectly. Once inside though, he shook his head. He knew she knew just how much his violin meant to him. “It’ll be okay, Kenya...” He had started calling her by her boy name again. Maybe later, he would slip back to her girl name, but for now, it was just easier to call her who she really was. Kenya. His Kenya. “It’ll be fine. I dried it quickly enough and I’m sure it’ll just need new strings and maybe new resin on the bow.”He wasn’t really all that worried...yet. He would be if it sounded bad after all the maintenance was done
“I’ll just leave it here with you.” He accepted the offer of the shower but paused on his way, “Unless, of course, you want to join me.” He added with a playful wink, moving quickly (for Yuushi), so as not to drip too much on her nice clean carpets.
They way they interacted always reminded her of a manzai act, where she was the straight man and Yuushi the silly one. Now was no different as she shouted ‘horndog’, only it didn’t come out quite as jokingly as she had hoped. It felt more serious, though she didn’t mean it as such. She certainly didn’t mind it! She was just.. having a hard time not looking at him and projecting that she did want to hop into the shower with him and have fun in the suds. Which was evident when her toes curled and she bit her lip, trying not to white-knuckle the violin case.
When he disappeared from sight, she sighed heavily and slumped slightly as she pulled the violin to her small table and set it down gently. Really, if the thing was ruined because of her rash action, she’d feel so guilty. Yuushi loved his violin and he played it beautifully.
Not allowing herself to dwell on it more, Kenya set about grabbing close from her dresser that she thought was big enough to fit Yuushi’s broad shoulders and wider hips. Underwear, shorts, and a comfy t-shirt. That would do, right? Right. She knocked on the door once before she came in, intending to leave them on the toilet.
Yuushi went to the shower like a good boy. He carefully put his soaked clothing aside so that they could be dried eventually. Then it was into the shower with him. A part of him wanted to sing in the shower too. Complete the song he has started for her outside her window. But he had just been let in. No reason to purposely do things that might get him kicked out. So instead, he sighed and enjoyed the hot water, wishing that things weren’t so...complex. Wishing that they weren’t related..or that it wasn’t so wrong...or a million other impossible things. He leaned his head against the shower wall and sighed deeply, the sigh of a man in love. And he was. Deeply so.He groaned a little. What was he going to do? He wanted to be close to her. Be with her.
He heard the knock and smiled just a little and shifted the curtain just enough that Kenya could get a peek if she wanted, of the bluenette in his full glory. “You can come in, Kenya. I’m almost done. I hope you’ll at least let me stay until my clothing is dry.” He could think of a million pleasurable ways to pass the time until then.
“Yeah, I’m not all heartless.” Kenya laughed and set the clothing on top of the toilet. She did peak, too. Not willingly, of course, because it had been an accident. That curtain was just begging to be pulled aside so that she could hop in with him. Ngh, why was he her cousin?
She reached for the curtain and pulled it the rest of the way closed quickly and started out of her bathroom. Almost tripping on a puddle, of course. If it weren’t for balance training as a teenager, she might have fell to her doom on the tile flooring, but thankfully she had somewhat better balance thanks to that and the set of breasts she now owned that acted as weight to pull her backward when she needed it. “Sit on the floor when you come out, I’ll help dry your hair.” At least there was a smile in her voice? But then she was gone, back into the living and bedroom area of her dinky apartment.
She had looked. He knew she had. It made him smile. He wished she would have decided to join him, but one small victory at a time. He was lucky she was even talking to him right now. Which was why, for once, he didn’t take his time in the shower. He went at what was a normal pace (not a Yuushi speed) and not long after he entered the shower, he was leaving it.
He looked at the clothing and smiled a bit more. Kenya’s cloths. They weren’t at all the fine clothing he was used to, but they were Kenya’s. They suited him. And they were warm after his little dousing. He put them on without hesitation, confident that he could make even the most normal of clothing look like it was made just for him to wear. Then he went out, towel in hand to sit obediently on the floor and call out for his cousin. “Kenya. I’m out now.”
It wasn’t like Kenya had to clean for Yuushi being over, what with being something of a neat freak the last two weeks. Going stir crazy, she didn’t have anything else to do and watching too much television made her feel lazy and she hated that. It just... left her with little to do but stare out the window and try to forget that her sexy cousin was naked in another room. That he’d come to her window to serenade her like some lovesick idiot from one of those cheesy movies and novels he had. Was it even genuine? She didn’t remember Yuushi taking such a high interest in her when she was normal. There was flirtations, yeah, but... nothing so drastic as the day she turned into a woman.
Another flush formed on her cheeks at the memory of that day, and it caused Kenya to ruffle her hair in frustration as she stare out the window waiting for Yuushi to be done in the shower.
What were her feelings on the matter, anyway? It was all so damn confusing. Was there even a line drawn somewhere that said how and when she started liking Yuushi, or was she just that confused that she couldn’t see it. Did she even feel the same? It was such a doomed relationship and it actually legitimately frightened her. If she turned back into a guy, would things revert to how they’d been or would they be even more taboo in the eyes of society? She didn’t even know if he liked guys, since everything she ever heard was about Yuushi’s skirt chasing. Kenya didn’t think she wanted that sort of fate for either of them, having to sneak around and keep that sort of thing a secret and potentially stealing him away from women, if he happened to like her as herself. It made her feel guilty and she couldn’t even help it because she did want something. That much she knew.
When Yuushi announced his presence, she looked up, staring a little blankly until it registered. “Oh!” She pulled herself from leaning against the window, but when she smiled there was no sunshine behind it like there normally would have been, her thoughts too gloomy and insecure. Grabbing the towel, she slid around him, one leg on either side as she sat down on the sofa and plunked the fluffy thing over his head. “Sorry if I ruined your clothes too, Yuu. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning or getting you new ones or do something to make up for it.”
For a moment, he just looked at her looking out the window. She was so beautiful yet so distant. How long had he looked at Kenya and felt that way. Male or female. Kenya was attractive and perfect in every way...and distant. So close to him and yet because of circumstances, so very far. The ultimate in look but don’t touch. But he had touched. More than touched. And he couldn’t just be contented with look anymore. He’d taken a bit of the forbidden fruit known as his cousin and he was addicted. It would leave him sick and miserable and heartbroken in the end. he knew that. But he would still eat heartily of the dish while he could.
He wanted to hold her when he saw her smile. That was not the Kenya he knew. Confident and a bit flighty. Spazzing at everything he did and arguing. Trying all the time to one up him in their never ending battle of bragging rights. That was his Kenya. But this new unsure tragic woman also tugged at his heartstrings. She was like a heroine in one of his novels. In fact, he was sure she was going to become one in the near future as he wrote out all the things he wished could happen but never would. So he could create a world where they could be together, even if just imaginary.
Yuushi leaned back a little and reached up to stroke her calf a little. He did so love her legs and he was flanked by them. Wedged between two long bits of soft heaven. He couldn’t help but touch, really. “It’s just clothes.” He replied, voice muffled by the movement of the towel. “You don’t have to pay me back or anything like that. I’m just happy I got to come in. I’d been wanting to see you again.” He paused. “Maybe...to see if you wanted to have dinner and see a movie with me?” There he was, on her floor, getting dried off and asking for a date like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Dinner and a movie?” Kenya felt hope spring forth, but quickly tamped it down. She wasn’t that stupid or naive and shouldn’t think that doing normal things was something to give her an indication. Maybe if she were a he again, but even then it might seem questionable. “Okay, but I don’t want to go anywhere. I’ve still got boobs, and until I find out if it’s permanent or not I only want you to really see me.”
She went about grabbing clumps of Yuushi’s hair, patting them dry with a gentle touch. Only then did she really see just how long it had gotten, and how silky soft it was with a brush of her fingers through it. What would it look like at this length if he let it free like he had when they were kids? She used to like that, and was envious that he had the patience to take care of such hair. It was bad enough that she bleached her own still and barely had the patience for it. “Why do you always wear your hair up now anyway?”
He nodded. “That’s right. You can even pick the movie.” Because if Yuushi had his way, it would be a three tissue box tearjerker. He knew Kenya wasn’t into that sort of film. And dinner...a nice comfortable restaurant with...or not. It seemed the restaurant would end up in the novel and not in reality. But he wasn’t saddened by that. He felt...special. She didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. He was trusted enough that he got to see it. It made him want to smile. Girl Kenya was his and his alone to enjoy. A bit creepy and possessive in a way, but he meant it in the nicest sense.
“We can always purchase a movie from the TV.” And there was always delivery. Or he could cook something. Yuushi did have some talent in the kitchen. One of the many things being a tensai had helped with. He wondered if she would let him. Cook her something. He was about to ask her, but her question came first. He wasn’t about to answer a question with another question. It was rude. Plus, he didn’t feel like being contrary at the moment. He was too contented to be taken care of in such a sweet manner as she was. He hummed in thought.
“It’s romantic.” A cheesy answer, but an honest one. “The romantic poets and artists all have stylish little ponytails.” He reached up to pull forward a lock of that bluenette hair. “Also, it tends to get into my face when I’m reading or studying so I always end up pulling it back anyway. But I won’t cut it. I like this style a lot.” He let the strand go and leaned back enough that he was looking up at her. She was just as amazing upside down. “You don’t like it?”
“No, I do. It’s just--” She fidgeted briefly. That was something she needed to stop doing. It wasn’t her. Kenya was a confident man, but as a woman she was filled with so much unsure and anxiety. Whether from a difference of hormones or feelings themselves, she wasn’t sure. “It would look nice down once in awhile too.”
She imagined this length of Yuushi’s hair free flowing down and dry. Maybe on a real date with candles and stuff, over a dinner at some restaurant with violin music in the background. It made her sigh softly and wrap her arms around Yuushi’s neck, half draping herself on him so her head rested near his, cheek to cheek.
The sad thing was, it was taking a lot of effort to be her usual self. Was it proper to tease him and challenge him like this? Especially now that their relationship had changed and she didn’t know where things stood and it was too awkward to ask. Nevermind how wrong it was to even think of pursuing a relationship with him. weuojsidh uhg. That was it! She needed to act natural. Kenya tilted her head slightly and smirked in an attempt to make things more normal. More like them, rather than awkward lovers. Even though they kind of were. “And I bet it would keep you from going bald prematurely.”
So, she thought it would look nice, hmm? Perhaps he would wear it down more often then, just for Kenya. After all, he did like to spoil his cousin every once in awhile. He definitely decided he would when her arms went about his neck in a hug. It felt nice. He felt warm. He turned his head a little to the side and lightly brushed his lips against her cheek. He wanted lips, but he would settle for that much.
Then his beloved cousin was back. “Me. Go bald. Never. If anyone, it will be you. Hair bleach isn’t good for you, you know.” Though to be honest, he rather liked Kenya’s blond hair. He liked that texture and the color and the style. He wanted to run his fingers through it even now. However, he was comfortable right where he was. But he couldn’t sit on the floor forever. Even if he was very much enjoying the feeling of her arms about him. He reached up to do so, lightly tangling his fingers into her hair and give her a strange hug of his own. “But there is a way to fix that. Let me cook for you tonight.” He way of asking the question he had wanted to earlier.
Kenya paled at the thought of going bald prematurely. If she stayed a woman for the rest of her life she wouldn’t have to worry about that so much, but as a man? It was frightening! Not that it was on her mind, what with the prospect of not having to cook on the table. Kenya... wasn’t such a good cook. There was a reason a majority of her meals came from a can or box. They were simple, fast, and allowed her to do other things more quickly.
“You got it! Anything’d be better than ramen again.” She laughed, finally smiling more genuine. “You’re not gonna make that are you?”
Cue one pout. At least she hoped he wouldn’t make something like that. Kenya knew he was a better cook than her. He did everything better except for being fast like her, which is why she prided herself so much on her speed. It was the one thing she was better at than Yuushi.
He grinned warmly. His hand left her hair and he hauled himself almost reluctantly to his feet. He missed her closeness immediately. He made up for it by leaning and stealing a kiss after all. Just a warm peck on the lips. Chaste as it came for Yuushi. “I promise. No ramen.” But then what. He didn’t know what sort of groceries she had. But there was only one way to do that. But first, he pulled his hair back. He didn’t have a tie and let it go again. He would just have to be careful. He doubted she had an apron either, but he figures he could look anyway, when he was looking through her cupboards for ingredients.
He grinned and started bringing out bowls and a great many ingredients. “Next time, I’ll bring by an apron.” He was offering to cook again. Then he was at it, knife in hand, chopping vegetables and heating a skillet. Up in Hokkaido, Yuushi knew proper okonomiyaki was hard to come by. Yes there was a version from up here, but it was nothing compared to the taste of the Osakan style. Which was what he was going to make this night. It was an easy recipe and quick to make. It also made the apartment smell amazing with a few sizzling moments. “Ken-tan.” He purred happily. “Would you like to help me a little?” He nodded to the cabinets. “Get the plates set up for me? And pick a nice cable movie. My credit card is in my wallet.”
Kenya practically bounced off the sofa, half running toward the kitchen area with an enthusiasm completely driven by her gut. Real food! Real food cooked by Yuushi. A-and the kiss, chaste as it was, seemed to pick her spirits up all the more. Even though it shouldn’t at all and she should feel completely guilty for but somehow... didn’t.
“You got it,” She almost tripped into Yuushi, if only to skid to a halt within an inch of him. It was something she could laugh off and quickly turn directions to, grabbing plates and eating utensils. Doing practically everything quickly, she zoomed off with equal enthusiasm and set the table, only to vanish a few moments later into the bathroom where she found Yuushi’s wallet with his clothing. She should really do something about those. Biting into the leather, Kenya picked Yuushi’s clothing out and rang them out a little in the shower, only to flop them over top of the shower rod to dry out.
“Ne, Yuushi~” Kenya called as she came out of the bathroom. “You’re staying over tonight, right?”
She was adorable. How energetic she was. How eager. It was nice to see. He definitely would cook for her more often. Or at least whenever she let him. Maybe even when she was a guy again. He wanted to cook for Kenya. It made him think of family. Of home. Of the future. It made him go into his little image of perfection in his head. Years from now. They’d have a practice together. Both of them accomplished doctors. Perhaps sharing more than a practice together. In his world...definitely sharing more than that. Being together with his cousin, as a couple. Sharing meals and kisses and nights of bliss. It was such a nice, sweet image of the future. A future that would never come because their relationship was taboo. If anyone found out...it would be everything. Their lives. Their families. Their careers. But in his world...he could pretend that no one would care and that they could have such things.
He flipped the yaki and smiled at her question from the other room. If she was asking, it meant she was open to the idea of it. He was going to take advantage while he could. “At least until my clothes are dry. Maybe until the morning. My classes tomorrow don’t really start until right before noon.” Early morning classes...they would probably kill him when he had to take them. So far he had been able to avoid them. “So you’ll have someone to make you breakfast too.” If Kenya ate breakfast after ten o’clock in the morning.
Classes. Kenya almost forgot what those were like. It was strange to think that just a couple weeks ago she was swimming up to her eyeballs in them, falling behind in life because she was too busy filling her time with studying and classes. Now she was bored out of her mind and flipping through the pages of her textbooks aimlessly, not knowing which chapter they were on, what they were doing, and if she’d be able to catch up again when she got back. If she got back.
“I guess if I’m still a woman after this long, I should prepare for the worst huh?” She asked coming back out, eyes down at Yuushi’s wallet in her hands so she didn’t have to look at him. “Just suck it up and go back to my own classes and stop hiding.”
Turning the tv on, she grabbed the remote from atop the stand it was on and flopped onto her sofa. She leaned against the arm, curled up as she started flipping through the pay-per-view titles, biting her lip. Not a lot of the titles looked appealing, but then she’d gone into the romance section because it was something Yuushi would like. Maybe she could go with a happy medium and pick a romantic comedy? At least those were more entertaining than those wishy washy full on romance movies were.
If Kenya wanted, Yuushi would have been more than happy to tutor her. He hadn’t opened a book yet. He might go to a class but oft times, he seemed not to be paying much attention. Yet he was still at the top of his class in his major. It had been that way at Osaka U as well. Another joy of being a tensai. He just sort of learned quickly or already knew things. He could easily give Kenya study sessions. Studying. Sitting together, heads over books. Him pointing out some key word or phrase. Kenya looking up at him. And then...they kiss. They kiss and studying becomes something more and the rest of the session would end in bed together.
He was sure he had that look on his face. That deeply fantasizing look. But he looked up at her, blinking. “I think you have nothing to worry about. Sanada and Akutsu seem to have changed back. So I’m sure you’ll change back too. We just have to be patient and wait. I know that’s hard, but you’ll be back to yourself before you know it.” And as much as he enjoyed girl Kenya, he was sure boy Kenya would be just as fun. “And if you need help...I’ll be more than happy to help you study. We’re studying the same thing, after all.” At least they had the same major. It was obvious because they were Oshitaries and that meant they would become doctors. It was...expected of them.
He flipped the yaki skillfully, perhaps showing off a bit, watching it land upon the plates. He picked them up and started over. “Dinner is served, Ken-tan.” He presented the steaming plate of home cooking to Kenya.
That was perfect timing, since Kenya had just found a movie. One of those typical romantic comedies where one of the two was a bumbling idiot and they had to overcome adversity to be together. Something like what they’d have to do. Maybe. Probably. God, the food smelled good.
Kenya’s eyes followed the okonomiyaki, drool forming on the corner of her mouth and stomach rumbling from hunger. She even closed her eyes to smell it and let it permeate her senses. Sometimes, it really made her wonder why she got the clumsy gene and Yuushi got the ‘good-with-everything-ever’ gene. She wasn’t stupid, but it took more effort to do certain things, too. Like studying had always been taxing on her attention span. So, Yuushi offering was probably for the best. Not that she’d say so as she slid to the floor and eagerly picked up a utensil to eat with. “Yeah, that’d probably be great. You could always come over here since it’s quieter than a dorm, if you need to study.”
Not now, but maybe sometime she’d show him where the spare key was hidden. Kenya trusted Yuushi at least that much, and obviously more if she allowed him to see her as she was, and even get into her pants. “Oh, and I hope the movie I picked was okay? Figured we’d both like it that way.” She beamed.
He sat next to her, so that their knees touched. He needed that in a way. He was always touchy feely and to know his cousin was close...even if it was just a brush of knees. It made him happy. It made him even more happy to see her enjoying his cooking. He smiled and adjusted his glasses a little. “I might. I have rather...noisy neighbors.” The thug and his boyfriend...well...girlfriend at the moment. Yuushi was surprised he hadn’t been shanked in the showers since he did sort of practice his violin at odd hours. To be able to come here...it would be nice. He doubted she’d let him move in though. He had already made that attempt.
“I’d like that.” He answered and dug in himself. He only glanced a little at the movie. It was one he had seen, but he wouldn’t say that. It was a good movie and Kenya had picked it, so he would watch it a second time. Besides, it was a long one. It meant that maybe once they were done eating, he could set their plates aside and see if Kenya was willing to use him as a backrest.
The gentle brush of their knees together didn’t bother her at all. It felt comforting, in a way. It shouldn’t, but it made her feel like they weren’t an eternity away from each other. Like maybe the outside world didn’t matter, however briefly that was.
Though the moment she took the first bite of her food, having blown on it enough that she wouldn’t get burnt if she bite into it. It was like an orgasm in her mouth, making her sigh softly and relax. Oh god. Oh god oh god. Real food again. Who knew that this could be made with the crap she had laying around her kitchen? It was almost as though she glowed as she tucked into her food none too daintily. Kenya was, after all, a man at heart with the nickname of speed star. There was no such thing as being delicate with that. “hng. I’d almost want you to move in if it meant you’d cook more often.”
He wondered if he should have made more. But there had only been enough for the two, even though both were rather large. He’d have to go out shopping to restock her with proper sustenance at some point. The way she was eating, she would be done before he was even halfway through his. It made him happy though. Knowing that she enjoyed it that much. So much that she would say that, though he had a feeling she really didn’t mean it. He wished that she did. He wouldn’t mind being her live in cook if it meant spending together time with her. “Almost, hmmmm?” He baited playfully. “What do I need to do to make it definite?” He was teasing. Almost was good enough. “Perhaps if I give you some of mine?” He suggested, cutting a piece and holding it up towards her. “Say....ahhhh.” The second sound was more a moaning purr than it should have been. He wondered if she would actually accept the food from him.
Kenya was almost about to wink and say ‘almost’, until his voice struck her in the right way. By now Yuushi should know that his voice was pretty damn lethal, enough to make pretty much everyone swoon or crumble. She wasn’t really an exception, and hadn’t been for a while. Already now, it had been her downfall twice. This time wasn’t any different, her mind going straight to the dirtiest gutter she’d probably ever seen in her life. That, above Yuushi’s voice alone, made her blush furiously and look away, laughing nervously. She even reached up to scratch her chin lightly.
“H-haha, no you go ahead. I’m almost full and I still have a little bit left.” Which, looking down at her plate, she noticed that she did indeed only have a little left. Hah! Still the fastest eater~.
He knew just what his voice did to people. It was hard not to lean over and start whispering into her ear. Tempting her into taking that bite. He was sure he could cajole her if he wanted to. But he wouldn’t tease her so. That and he’d be tempted to nip at her ear and then he’d have cold food later. No good. So...for once, he behaved. He sighed, a bit slighted from being denied the opportunity to feed her and returned to eating. His voice tragically marose. Like he had been told his new kitten had been run over of something equally as devastating. “I suppose I’ll just have to share something else with you.” He heaved another dramatic sigh and glanced over. She was almost completely finished.
“Don’t worry about the dishes.” He stated, utterly depressed. “I’ll take care of them later, okay?” He cooked. He did dishes...He really was a great catch. “Maybe we can watch the movie together on the sofa after?” And he hoped he wouldn’t get shot down again.
And he was doing it again. Influencing her with his voice, though this time it took her from boiling to freezing. She felt bad all of a sudden and showed it by poking at what was left. Almost like if her hands were her feet, she’d be toeing something on the floor. She decided she wouldn’t let it get to her, because all she did was disallow him to feed her, and she shouldn’t be feeling guilty over it. In fact, she nudged him with her knee and wolfed down the last of her portion.
“I’ll do the dishes tomorrow when you leave, so don’t you worry about them. It gives me something to do tomorrow between jog in place to cure my boredom.” Yep. Total admission of being a homebody since becoming a woman. She only went out the bare minimum, such as when she was out of soda and snacks.. and ramen. Though she said nothing about curling up on the sofa, because she definitely intended to use him as a pillow anyway.
Kenya leaned in real quick and gave Yuushi a peck on the cheek before she stood just as fast and grabbed her plate, only to skitter off toward the sink. It was awkward, saying ‘thank you’ in any kind of way, and she figured he might like that way best. Hopefully.
He hated seeing her leave...but he loved watching her go. Yuushi smiled a little at the kiss, his sudden foul mood seemingly cured by that small little thing. “You’re welcome.” He murmured and finished his own plate while she rushed off to the sink. He placed the empty aside and slid up onto the couch, to sprawl like he belonged there. Like hew as an important part of the couch that shouldn’t ever be removed. There, he could watch her while looking like he was watching whatever previews were on before the movie they had ordered with his card.