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Good Morning, Sassy [28.08.2006] by ul33
Pairing : DiexShinya (or vice versa?) Genre : SA, PG-13, AU, slight OOC, fluff First Note : The idea is generated from my dear’s story about his friend’s true experience at station. I’m kind of addicted to Shinya-bullies-Die plot like what I developed at ‘Jack of All Trades’, so I produce it again. In this fic, Die is only a year older than Shinya. Have a jolly moment as much as I did when I wrote this piece!
First Train
Sardine’s Adventure
… I was a canned sardine.
Mm…no, ‘a creasy, stinky sardine, pathetically stooped in an unbelievably tiny space among the other fishes’ would be more appropriate.
Morning train was my most loathed enemy. I dared to testify that the slightest idea of its foully crammed and damnably congested interior never occurred to your mind! I always hurled my ass to catch the train few seconds before its departure (Blame my famed habit of clinging koala-like to my beloved pillow until 20 minutes past my alarm clock’s vain awakening screams… but that was not my point), only to be confined in a wee stance for about 15 eternal minutes, before I labored to wriggle out of the condensed flock of passengers, and finally arrived at my destination - crumpled and hideous - despite time was just displaying 7.45 ante meridiem when I still required to appear glossy and handsome for 8 hours forward in school, thank you!
…Phew, even this ‘human-sardine’s-daily-routine’ depiction enervated me.
Today was just another ordinary sardine-y day. Dwelling near the train doors, I was ensuring painless exit when I reached my station. The train swayed monotonously, somnolence jubilantly seized my vitality. I veiled my heavy eyelids and harbored my upper physique to beige wall, declaring hibernation state during the rest of my travel.
As the speed decreased, I intuitively sensed the train gradually halted at my station. Rubbing drowsiness’s powder from my eyes, I sobered up listlessly and dawdled among dense crowd of hectic white-collar workers and high school pupils disembarking from railway coaches. Somebody accidentally bumped my frame from behind, resulting on me to nudge someone striding before me. I was just ascending my droopy skull to apologize to whomever present there while suddenly….
“SLAP!!”
“What are you doing, pervert??!”
… I was blessed by a racking cheek on such diminutive lapse of my day.
“What have I done?!” I squeaked at the owner of fleet flying paw who had swatted my innocent cheek.
“You have molested me!!” a svelte, terracotta haired youngster furiously glared back.
“Excuse me, do we share common definition of ‘molestation’ here?!” I hissed, stroking at the soreness which, I was guessing, was hued in crimson.
“You schemed a casual impel, rubbed your loathsome groin against my bottom, and THAT fits molestation to a T!!” He viciously accused.
Good Gods in Heaven.
This ferocious kitten had obviously misunderstood the essence of this incident, badly.
I was strolling in half narcolepsy, didn’t even imagine a single salacious preoccupation God forbad on such early hour, when some random person bumped onto me and… voila, suddenly I was crowned as the most perverse guy on Japan.
My injured pride couldn’t perceive why I, the guiltless Andou Daisuke, deserved his stinging smack… Hell, I didn’t even acquire a chance to figure out what type of ass he possessed!
“..Hey, let me explain here! Some guy knocked my back and made my pelvis accidentally brushed your sacred butt! That’s it! It was a plain ACCIDENT!! And you are totally misunderstood the WHOLE situation!!”
“Hah, the GOOD old excuse perverse mind invented one millennium ago!!” He rolled his honey colored eyes “I won’t buy such lame nonsense!!”
I was suffering shortage of defense as the delicate-looking auburn head hard-headedly repelled my honest elucidation and maintained his dagger-aiming glower.
…Fine.
If he insisted I had perverted him, then I would make myself merit his slap (a severe one, I must add).
Swiftly leaning forward, I agilely swerved to his right and projected my arm towards his posterior.
“What are you…?!!”
Whatever rebuke he planned to utter he certainly choked back as I clutched his precious treasure, savoring brief moment of forbidden indulgence. Ooh, his consecrated ass was indeed lovely, I told ya.
I retracted my obscene assault and crossed my limbs in front of my torso while he bashfully shielded his lower back and shockingly viewed my victorious smirk.
“You didn’t believe my clarification that I didn’t intend to harass you, so there, I did it… so I didn’t get whacked for nothing”
He froze in stupefaction, probably couldn’t believe that he had just been the object of my bluff perversion, and after a good three seconds, amused laughter emanated from his damask lips.
“…Goodness, you’re unbelievable! I never found a guy who frankly insulted me like you just did!! Hahaha…”
“So I guess you just found one. Welcome to the bright mind of lascivious kind” I playfully bowed and he chuckled melodiously. Hey, he seemed a lot prettier when his lean cheek rouged in peachy hue…
“…Oh, I haven’t acquainted myself. I’m Terachi Shinya, but please just address me as Shinya. I’m sorry for bashing you… hard. I really hope it doesn’t hurt too much” He peeked at my left cheek (which must be adorned in faint palm signature) and cutely winced
“Oh, I’m perfectly sound! Don’t worry; I’m a man of steel!” I demonstrated a ‘no-problem-Honey’ attitude “I’m Andou Daisuke, but all my friends call me Die”
A cordial handshake, a sugary smile exchange and we reformed our status from strangers to friends.
“…So, Shinya… is this your station too?”
“Yes, it is. My school is three minutes away from here”
My brilliant memory pictured the nearest building from the station and it was the most prestigious private school in town.
“You are attending THAT ‘Garden’ school?!”
His serene mien suddenly glowed in royal radiance. Students who attended that exquisite institute mostly came from affluent family… I was implying REAL top-of-society strata here.
“Hey…you make it sounds like we’re some kind of nobility. I beg to differ to that idea. I never categorize people by his status. If I fancy his company, I will befriend him. It all depends in personality, not money”
Ooh, I adored him immediately, a comely personage with broad insight (and not to mention, priceless ass too, hehe…).
“And where’s yours, Die?”
“It’s the ‘Zakuro’ public school, ten minutes away from here”
“Well...aren’t you supposed to hurry now?” He motioned at the station’s gigantic watch “You only have five minutes before school bell rings”
“WHAT??!! God, I can’t believe I have to sweat my ass off again to school!! I am already looking messy and ugly!!” I tugged my scarlet mane in panic-ridden mode.
“You better go now! Go, go!” He spiritedly cheered
“See you later… !” I fled the platform and dashed madly towards my school.
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… I was a stupid sardine.
No, ‘an imbecilic sardine that somehow lost his train subscription ticket and didn’t even sense when and how it fell from his pocket’ would be most appropriate.
Tangerine streaks graced indigo canvas as afternoon slipped to twilight. In the meantime, I was still scrutinizing every inches of station’s floor, hoping to find any trace of my missing ticket. I had ducked, humped, bent and posed every style of ‘a secret agent on field duty’ for almost an hour for futile result. Kicking myself inwardly, I expelled my thin wallet; only to be mocked by the fact of not carrying adequate money to purchase even a one-way ticket home.
Oh, stupidity couldn’t be more ironic.
In depression I squatted, doodling meaninglessly on lime-colored tiles with my index finger while someone lightly tapped my back.
“Hey, are you looking for this?”
“..Mmm?” I languidly swiveled my skull but instantaneously beheld familiar card-in-a-case.
“My train ticket!!” I seized the glossy paper and longingly gazed at the article which was emitting imaginary glitter for awhile before my sober manner reminded me that I hadn’t even thanked the generous savior who had retrieved my lost item.
Upraising my countenance, I noticed an acquainted slender figure
“… Shinya?”
“Hi there, Die!”
“You… found this?”
“Mm-hm…You dropped it when you ‘sweated your asses’ to school at lightning speed” He gestured adorably while emphasizing my saucy quote.
My coffee wells watered in tears of overwhelming gratitude.
“You know, I’ve been searching for this thing for about one distressing hour” I caressed the encased item fondly.
“I know…I’ve witnessed the whole ticket search-and-rescue scene since the very beginning”
My forehead creased.
Wait…There’s something absolutely incorrect inside his sentence.
… Did he mention “since the VERY beginning”?! …Wasn’t he the one who was graciously retrieving my ticket??!
…. So that indicated he let me went near and far, to every nook and cranny, and practiced a hustle-bustle 911 ticket rescue from corner to corner, for absolutely NOTHING??!!!
I felt outright betrayed… and downright retarded.
“You know, if you brought along a broom while you were doing that high-spirited hunt, you might sweep this whole place sparkly clean” He snickered.
I allowed disbelief to drop my squarish jaws five feet below.
“Naughty bi…”
“What did you say, Die?” His palm was forming a hazardous jab.
“…brat…” I ameliorated my expression before he persecuted my poor visage again then he loosened up his clenched fist.
“By the way, you haven’t said the magic words…” He suggestively leaned his upper stature.
“What magic words…?”
He glared in a “thank-me-silly!” kind-of-stare.
“Thank…you…” I muttered unwillingly for his benevolence.
“Good! Now, because I am your ticket savior, you have to repay my kindness! It’s almost dinner time, so why don’t we find something to eat?!” He excitedly chirped “…Sukiyaki would be good”
“WHAT??!! I don’t have any yen to buy you sukiyaki!!” I shrieked, recalling my minimal wallet content “I don’t even have money to buy dinner for myself!”
“Poor pauper…” He sighed pitifully“…Well, I guess it can’t be helped, I’ll pay for the meal. But since observing your endless ticket 911 have left me starving; now you have to accompany me wherever I please!”
“Who told you to spy-Hey!” My protest was truncated when he forcefully dragged my arm to the nearest restaurant.
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