Sleep is a funny thing. You go into it one way, and come out of it another.
For example, I went to sleep with Tsuna on one side of the bed, and me on the other. And yet, when I woke up…
Mufh?! Geez, why is it so hard to breath? And what’s this… Oh, warm and soft… I guess I can stand the lack of oxygen if it’s like this…
… eh? Wait… something’s off, here…
Why does this feel like… oh crap…
Just to be sure that I really am where I think I am, I open one eye. Complete darkness.
Yep… I’ve really done it. I sigh, wishing that… well, that I didn’t do things like this. I mean, I was unconscious, even! Mou!
“Osuitsume-sama…?”
Tsuna’s sleepy voice brings me back to reality from my self-berating. Moments pass and nothing happens, save for a very slight shift of Tsuna’s body. And then…
Soft hands, on my head, and her fingers gently detangling my absurdly long hair.
“Osuitsume-sama…” She whispers gently, her hands delicately playing with my hair.
“Why are you… there?” She asks, her voice holding nothing but curiosity.
“Anno… it’s warm and soft?” I venture, my voice muffled by the swelling of her breasts on either side of my face. I pull my face out of the gulf that is her cleavage, and grin sheepishly; I can’t help it. I really do love breasts…
She giggles, from what I’ve said or because my breath is tickling her I’ve no idea, but her chest bounces lusciously. It’s… mesmerizing. I hope I’m not staring too much… or drooling…
“Osuitsume-sama, someone is at the door.”
“Uwah?” I yelp gracelessly, my consciousness abruptly, and jarringly, brought back from my mammary-induced heaven.
Very faintly, from beyond the bedroom, standing outside the door to my apartment, I can hear something very familiar…
“Inari-chan! WAKE UP!!”
My eyes go wide, all remnants of sleep gone with a spike of adrenaline. Megu-chan?! This early, on a Tuesday?! Wait… Tuesday? I’m late for school… and my midterms?!! She’s gonna kill me!!
“Crap!”
And among various other expletives, many of which would earn me a smack with Megu-chan’s paper fan were she to hear such words pass my lips, I manage to stumble out of bed, ascertain which way is up, and miraculously stagger my way to the door amid a very painful, very disorienting head-rush. My hand is on the knob, ready to open the door when an errant, trivial thought makes it way through the panicked haze that is my brain: how am I going to explain Tsuna to Megu-chan? Moreover, why is it so damn cold in here? I swear, at this sort of temperature my nipples are going to poke right through my shirt-
Wait a sec. What shirt?
… why am I wearing less clothing than I went to bed in?
The surprise is enough to send me into a stupor. Is this what it’s like to have a stroke?
After a moment of investigation into this most curious of matters, I conclude that I’m not wearing less clothing, my clothing has merely shifted. That is to say, my shirt is bunched around my neck and my pants and underwear are askew. Huh, no wonder it was hard to walk…
A quick readjustment later and the temperature is a tad more reasonable, at least on my more sensitive areas. And the pounding at the door seems to have ceased, for the moment, but that won’t last; it’s Megu-chan after all. She’s nothing if not… tenacious. Satisfied with my appearance, I once more reach for the door knob, but am besieged by a nagging feeling as my hand touches the cold metal of the knob. I’m forgetting something really important…
“Osuitsume-sama, would you like me to get the door for you?” Tsuna asks subserviently from mere inches behind me.
Oh yeah… that.
How to explain an adorable, well-endowed, scantily clad girl in my room? I don’t think even I could talk my way out of that one…
“Tsuna, take your fox form!”
“INARI~!”
“Now!”
She’s so cute when she’s confused, and I’d love to able to tease her like she deserves for being so adorable, but right now I’m too worried about whether or not I’m going to live through the five minutes after I open that door…
I’m not panicking, I’m not panicking… ok, I’m panicking, but there’s a really good reason…!
“As you wish, Osuitsume-sama.”
And, with not a sound, a sight nor any kind of warning, in front of my feet sits an adorable black-furred fox pup exactly where Tsuna was not a moment before.
It’ll have to do…
Fumbling only a little, I open the door… to a nearly-rabid Megu-chan.
“YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!!!”
Oh… wow… she’s really mad… Also, I think my ears are ringing…
“Eh heh heh, ohaiyou, Megu-chan…” I greet her sheepishly and smile my best ‘let’s calm Megu--chan down so she doesn’t eviscerate me’ smile.
She stares at me for a moment, whether in surprise that I’ve got the nerve to show my face or something else entirely, I’m not sure. After that short moment, though, she looks to the side and pouts ever so cutely, puffing her cheeks and… is she blushing?
Furthermore, am I drooling at the sight of her blushing? I hastily regain my composure, clearing my throat pointedly with a small ‘ahem’.
A silent, possibly awkward moment passes before she pushes past me into my apartment, and I’m given a quick up-down once over.
“Mou, I woke you up? You’re not even dressed!” She complains, her voice rife with displeasure and her arms crossed over her chest. She plants herself right in the middle of my living room, and positively glowers at me with a look that would probably outright kill a lesser being.
As it is, I’m only moderately mortified as I close the door and scratch the back of my head with embarrassment.
“Well you see, this morning there was a little trouble getting out of bed…” I begin, but trail off laughing nervously; probably not a good idea to mention how I woke up this morning is it? All those pesky explanations and revelations, you know? Best to keep it simple…
Before I can think of anything suitable to say, though, she sighs with exasperation and then steps lightly over to me takes my hand, gently. She seems oblivious for a moment, her are eyes closed even and she has a blissful expression upon her delicate, angel-like face… she seems absorbed in thought, so much so that I’m not even sure she’s aware of her actions.
I feel my face soften in a kind of silent awe; she really is beautiful.
Ah… my chest… hurts. There’s nothing wrong with it, but… it really hurts.
Megumi’s… heart-breaking... beauty…
“I was worried, you know.” She says, her eyes closed and expression pensive, “When you weren’t waiting for me at the station, I got really scared.”
“Megu-chan…” I whisper her name softly, and of its own accord my hand cups her cheek.
I can’t help but smile; she really is so wonderful.
“I’m sorry, Megu-chan.”
I wish I could tell her more, tell her everything, but as with so many times before I squash the urge.
Seconds of silence tick by, and my thoughts are filled with her. My precious, precious Megumi. Before I can form any coherent thought, I’m already leaning towards her, my lips parting automatically. I’m inches from her now… a second from her soft, pale pink lips…
“Come on, we’re going to be late.” She says suddenly, and turns from me briskly, pulling me with her into my bedroom without a second glance at me. She looks at my uniform, carelessly discarded the night before on the floor, and gives me an exasperated look. I shrug automatically, my thoughts far from this time and place.
The throws it to me and with the parting words of “Hurry up.”, she returns to the living room.
Moments later I can here her cooing at, I assume, Tsuna.
I sigh and feel suddenly very, very tired. I stand there, unmoving, my thoughts containing only her, for a long time. Something wet slides down my check, but I ignore it, as I always do.
“Megumi…” Her name crosses my lips with bated breath.
From the living room, again, she calls to me. “Inari~! Hurry!!”
Even with such a petulant tone, I can’t help but smile.
… … … … …
To be honest, there are few things I have patience for in this world. Call it an ironic personality, since after living as long as I have you’d think I’d be used to waiting. But, even if you say that, it really doesn’t change the fact that I hate sitting around doing nothing.
As you might guess from that line of thought, I’m taking my midterms right now.
Or, should I say, I’m sitting here waiting for everyone else to take their midterms. I was done like thirty minutes ago.
And after staring at the ceiling for the last twenty minutes, I’m getting bored. Like really bored.
Maybe some fire would liven things up…
“Time! Pencils down.” Obana-sensei shouts, her voice a godsend for my dwindling patience, and my classmates. After all, I doubt they’d enjoy being set on fire…
Our tests are collected, and then we’re dismissed for lunch.
Or, that’s what I’m assuming happened, but I wasn’t there to be sure, because the second sensei said ‘time’ I was out of my seat and out the door. I make it up the stairs and out to the roof before the bell even rings. A new record!
I burst through the door, scattering a few pigeons who take flight with fear at my rancorous entrance. The sun is shining and the sky is a perfect, cloudless blue. It’s unseasonably warm for early autumn, even for southern Japan. It really is a great day to have lunch outside!
… now, if only I had some lunch to eat, that would pretty much make my day.
Oh well, nothing to be done about it now, I guess. I’m not quite hungry enough to eat the school’s food, so… I’ll just sit here next to the door. I sigh, again. Seems to be my modus operandi for the day, considering how much I’ve done so today…
My thoughts drift towards Megu-chan, but I squash them before I can dwell on her. It’s pointless, I’ve known that for a long time now; not only is she oblivious as to how I feel about her, but someone like me can’t get involved with a human…
And, even beyond that, there are complications… hell, I don’t even know if she likes girls! I mean, she hasn’t had a boyfriend, but she’s never had a girlfriend, either…! Damn it, why does this have to be so difficult?! Also, is it just me or is it just too ironic, and more than a little ridiculous, that a kami would be stressing over something like this?
I’m practically throwing a fit, but at this point I don’t even care. It’s not like anyone is around…
A high-pitched giggle interrupts my thoughts.
“Those are some funny faces you’re making there.”
That voice… a girl’s voice… it’s coming from above me… on top of the access door?!
I look upwards, but due to the sun I only see a silhouette… but even so she’s definitely wearing a uniform. And… what is this aura I’m sensing from her? It’s cold and dark, tinged with blood, hate, and pure malice.
My eyes go wide as I realize what she is: a demon.