《A Summer Stuck With You (An Alice Academy Fanfic) - COMPLETE》Dirty Thoughts Could Break
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"Ruka-pyon... It's too painful..."
"Hold still."
Silence.
"OUCH!!!"
Yuu and Tsubasa's eyes widened and they pinned their heads against the wooden vertical pane.
"I said stop moving, Sakura! I can't concentrate..."
"Gomeno, Ruka-pyon... but I can't stand the pain. Please... be gentle."
The creaking sound of the steel bed screeched.
I knew Ruka was smart... but I never thought he'd be too wise...
The fire wielder clenched his pockets firmly as he steamed with shady eyes.
At the thought of what he was about to do, his two companions started to shiver.
Oh no... Natsume's gonna burst into flames if this door'll be opened! Yuu thought as he inched away.
He definitely saw us! And now... he's trying to score on Mikan first! Sly dog... Natsume thought as his head steamed.
The whole atmosphere felt steamy hot as Natsume's eyes faded beneath his dim bangs. This sent shivers in Tsubasa's spine.
If I'll use my powers now, then it wouldn't be too late-
"Ohayou, Iincho!!!!!!!!!!!!" cutting off Tsubasa's thoughts, a greeting came from behind their backs as Koko's cheery face welcomed their eerie faces.
"Ohayou, Tsubasa-senpai! Ohayou, Iincho! Ohayou, Natsume!!!"
All three of them looked at each other.
"What's up?"
Without a second more, poor Koko's body crashed to the nearest wall, cracking it, and he sort of fainted for a while.
"Why'd you did that?!" Tsubasa yelled grabbing Natsume's collar.
"Ruka!" a scream came once again, getting their attention back, and just at the same time, Tsubasa's sleeve went burning.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Put it out! Put it out!!!"
Tsubasa cramped here and their, shaking his hands while Yuu panicked, his attention split with Tsubasa's burning shirt, the fainted innocent Koko, and to Natsume, who had just burst into the room tension-filled.
And of course, Natsume halted at the sight that welcomed his enraged face.
"Natsume?!!!" the couple exclaimed.
The dim-witted boy stared at the two, who looked quite flabbergasted.
"Natsume!" Mikan repeated with a cheery smile, yet she crouched once again, "Ouch!!!"
There they were, with Ruka, arching on top of the little brunette who lied on her belly with dotty eyes. His left hand was holding her head with the slightest clasp while the other stretched down to her waste, as if he was pulling her crooked back into place.
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"Mikan?!" Tsubasa appeared behind Natsume, scoffed with wide eyes, as his shirt was half-consumed by the wildfire. Poor him was dripping with smelly water someone had just splashed to his smoldering shoulder... Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Yuu's head bobbed at his shoulders and he came out, holding a pail. "Like what are you two doing?" he asked, nailing a word.
"Waahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Please, oh please.... Help me, Iincho!!!" she weeped loudly with tweedy eyes, tears streaming like a river down her cheeks.
"I called her attention, and accidentally surprised her. She jumped up, and twisted a long nerve maybe along her spine." Ruka explained as he went down the bed. "I kept telling her to hold still, but she just can't stop moving."
Mikan puffed her cheeks as tears flowed freely. She screamed, yet not a single sound came out this time.
Wondering, all heads turned to Natsume and saw that he was holding a remote he bought from Hotaru.
"You're too noisy, idiot." He said in a cheesy tone, pressing the mute button. The plainness in his voice indicated he wasn't mad anymore, since what they all thought turned out just the product of their wild imaginations. (As in wild... XD).
Tsubasa giggled and he nudged Yuu's head.
"Gee... I really thought they were... you know-ing, a while ago!"
Yuu's sweat dropped.
"Same..."
Ruka scratched his head as he stood beside the bed, confused.
"What?"
"Nothing!" Tsubasa cried, his eyes turning to lines.
The sound of Mikan's crying came back again, and it went off, came in again, and went off while Natsume kept pressing the mute button on and off.
"Eternal joy out of sixty rabbits..." Natsume smirked. "I never thought this thing could be useful."
"Natsume, have pity on her..." Ruka interrupted. "She's been like that for almost half an hour now, and you just go and fuzz your new remote there."
"Help-...-sume-...waa-...aaah-..."
"She could just stay put. It won't hurt anymore." Natsume muttered, pressing more buttons.
"Natsume." Ruka giggled.
"Okay... just let me have a little more fun for a sec."
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At last, after he had enough of it, he threw the remote away and jumped right on top of her back, producing a very loud crack.
"OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Poor Koko..." Mikan said with a tone of pity, scratching her weak eyes from the aftershock of long night's comfy sleep.
She had a sling on her left elbow which had the injury Natsume made when he jumped on her. His weight did manage to fix her curved back, yet it did another damage, breaking her left triceps mildly.
"You shouldn't have punched him that hard, Natsume!"
The sound of water splashing down the ceramic tiled floor of the bathroom went into her ears and she puffed her cheeks.
"Are you sure he slept well in the clinic?"
"Oi." Natsume grunted as he appeared at the bathroom door, his hands leaning on the door's frame.
His hair was wet in clamps as it rested on his forehead sexily, and his top was bare, revealing a nice shoulder brace as well as firmly built six pocket abs.
"Would you shut up?"
He looked so cool with that pose and it could have sent his fan girls' eyes twinkling stars, yet for Mikan's dense personality, he was nothing but a plain-looking pervert.
Seeing he was already done, the still-sleepy idiot snatched a towel from a peg along the wall and slipped inside, when cold fingers suddenly gripped her wrist as he passed by him.
For a second, their eyes met and they kept still, yet when a knock came in the door, they shook their looks away as they took separate ways.
"Oi, Lover boy!" Tsubasa called as he balanced a tall pile of newspapers, getting in the room. "Stop whining there and get your share of work!"
"Tch." He grunted as he slipped into a pair of tattered-knee blue jeans.
"Ruka's waiting at the front lobby, in case you wanna know. You have to finish delivering the magazines before you proceed-"
"I thought this's supposed to be a summer vacation." He cut him off, a towel hanging at the side of his messy hair as he rummaged his cabinet for a shirt.
A bold cross popped at the shadow manipulator's head.
"Idiot! Like we have any single rabbit more to spend for it! We... are in great need of the thing you call money, moron! In case you still don't know... Koko's confinement for that cheekbone break you've made cost all our piggy banks' stomachs turn flat!!! Yuu, me, Ruka, and as well as YOU have no more savings and to earn money we'd have to work!!!! Now work!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tsubasa turned out too pissed while Natsume just whistled and wore a jacket over a white tee that had a blue round collar.
"Whatever."
Enraged, he busted out the room together with his newspapers, bringing back harmony in the room.
The shower's water made raindrop-like sounds and it made a rhythm with Mikan's hums while Natsume slumped back on his messy bed and listened.
Silence is here again
The silence is here again tonight
Will the love ever come back?
Will the love ever come back?
I know I've been pushing you away
I know it's been going on for days
Those awkward little things
So endearing
Those awkward little things
Wear on me
See, what we got here is a tired love
What we got here is a lazy love
It mooches around the house
Can't wait to go out
What it needs, it just grabs
It never asks
We sit and watch the divide widen
We sit and listen to our hearts crumble
With our only chance to jump
Neither of us had the guts
Maybe we're just too proud
To say it out loud
Silence is here again tonight
Silence is here again tonight
"Tch." He muttered, and slowly closed his eyes.
I reall don't know the melody of that song.. just saw the lyrics and kind of found it related with the scene,.,.,.,.,. ",
Sorry if it took a long time for me to update this fic... I've been very busy lately... huhuhuhu... I hope you're still interested with it...
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