Doseiaisha

this is just a fic i started a little while ago.  I'm debating whether or not to keep going with it during my free time, so for now I'll just post it on my blog to keep a record of it.  who knows, if someone falls out of the sky and stumbles upon it, maybe i can get some feedback. anywho, here it is.

Doseiaisha

Megami leaned in for kiss, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly when her lover's warm lips pressed against hers. Shinai leaned back from the library table to relax in her chair. Megami frowned slightly and shifted her chair farther under the table so that she was close enough to press her knee in between her lover's thighs. Shinai blushed slightly but squeezed her legs tightly around Megami's before returning to her coursework.

Shinai was a junior in high school, still getting used to the atmosphere, and therefor a little flustered and nervous. Much of her time was spent here in the library, leaving little time for socializing. She was an English Literature and Writing Major and took refuge from her noisy dormmates in the library. In fact, she'd met Megami at this very library, the one belonging to Tokyo Academy. Whenever the two discussed it, Shinai's defense was if Megami hadn't stuck her face through the shelves and startling her, she would have never spilled her Starbucks all over the large atlas she'd been looking over. It had taken a while to pay off the bill to have it replaced as was policy. At the time, Shinai had sworn and given Megami a death glare, which was returned with a serene smile, before forking over the money to the librarian. Then she'd vowed to avoid this strange, arrogant girl whenever possible.

Megami, on the other hand, had been facinated by this quiet girl who's colors emerged through emotion. Like a painting waiting for the artist. So Megami had followed her after classes let out, once delivering her anonymous flowers to watch her cheeks flood with color, another time moving the girl's notebook from her backpack to her purse, throughouly amused as she watched the other dump the contents of her bag onto the floor in a freinzied search. Then a long stream of relieved cursing ensued when the notebook was discovered in her purse. Megami loved to watch her specimen's reactions to situations, and finally decided she was interesting enough to get to know.

---oOo---

Shinai walked out of her dorm room, hissing curses under her breath at her roommate. The woman had no respect for anyone else, partying like there was no tomorrow. Always out untill three if the party wasn't on their floor, a new boy in her bed every night. She'd even had the nerve to slip some of her boy toys' undergarments into their wash, which Shinai was in charge of. It had taken a lot of explaining to the other girls why she was carrying a load of mens' clothes down the hall. Now Misa had brough a couple of her other friends and their dates, getting so stoned they couldn't even remember their own names. Shinai was used to this kind of thing from Misa, but when one of the boys had gotten her confused with Misa and tried to stick his face between her legs (Shinai wasn't quite sure how. Her long, orangy-red hair didn't begin to resemble Misa's dyed-purple style), she'd grabbed her bag and fled.

The fresh air was a relief after two hours of breathing second-hand smoke, the smell of beer tainting the air. Fall was definetly the best season. Pulling her jacket tightly around her, Shinai walked out of the dorm buildings and walked down the street sidewalks to the local Starbucks. Her friends Renai and Osaera worked there. Renai was in her senior year at Tokyo Academy, studying Philosiphy and History. Osaera was a sophmore, specializing in technology. The two had met a few years ago, and upon finding each other together at high school, decided to get together as a couple. They'd been together for almost three years now. They shared a dorm building, usually meeting up for study sessions and outings.

Osaera had saved Shinai from being crushed under a sofa when moving in. The movers' hands had slipped and the sofa had come thundering down the stairs toward Shinai, who'd been walking behind. Osaera had lept out of no where and pulled her into a doorframe as the sofa rolled past. Renai had then tackled her lover and thoughly examined her frame for injuried before turning to Shinai. As the movers picked up the sofa and continued up the stairs, Shinai had appologized and thanked them profusley, offering to buy them coffee to appologize. They quickly formed a friendship, which became more solid over the years. Now they were best friends, practically inseperable.

Shinai laughed at the memories. That same inseperablity had gotten them all in trouble on a number of occasions, one being when the Dorm Advison had caught them sneaking into the others' dorm. So they'd decided on meeting at Starbucks, one reason being it came with the bonus of Renai being able to get them free coffe with her employee discount. The small corner shop came into view as Shinai rounded the corner of a large, windowed art gallery. The store was on the cramped side, but it had a beautiful view of the city from it's location on top of a San Fransico-style hill. Shinai suspected it was beacuse of walking up this hill so often she was able to maintain her trim figure. The manager was extremely nice, going as far as "reserving" them a table each afternoon at 1:30 each day for their meetings.

Pushing open the door, Shinai's first thought was, "Shit." Sitting at the table she usually met the girls with, was the woman who'd caused her to spill coffee all over a Webster's International Atlas, which had ended up costing her almost $75 to replace. She still recieved glares from the librarian and didn't dare to bring any more coffee in case it brought their wrath down upon her. Now that same girl was sitting in the booth that was supposed to be closed, sipping a latte and occasionaly glancing at her watch with the air of someone waiting rather impatiently. Shinai slipped unnoticable past the table and dashed to hide behind the counter. To her surprised, Osaera and Renai were both waiting for her.

"It's about time you got here!" hissed Osaera, seizing Shinai's arm and towing her to the corner of the wrap-around counter and out of the view of customers, knocking over a stack of styrofoam cups in the process. Her hair looked rather disheveled, her shirt rumpled. Shinai raised an eyebrow at the two of them, also taking in Renai's wrinkled skirt. Renai at least had the grace to blush before muttering, "I suppose you can guess why we're back here instead of at the table."

"She just walked up to the counter about fifteen minutes ago and asked for you. When we said we didn't know when or if you'd be here, she said she was aware you came here each day at around 1:30 and that she'd wait," Osaera imformed her, tone slightly disbelieving. "I've never met anyone who could be so pushy in so few words."

Shinai giggled. Renai muttered, "Looked in a mirror lately?" They were both rewarded with a quick pinch from Osaera.

"You're missing the point! She's been waiting for almost twenty minutes. Do you know her?" Shinai shifted uncomfortably. Their gazes made it look like they expected her to admit she was her lover or something.

"Do you remeber that week I had to borrow money off you guys? I spent it all paying the librarian back for spilling coffee on an atlas, which I spilled because she suddenly shoved her head through the bookshelves and gave me a heart attack," Shinai grumbled.

"Have you guys talked since?" Renai asked.

"No. I haven't seen her since. I just recognized her because of the silver hair. It's an unusual color isn't it? And her eyes! Who has amber eyes? Do you think they're contacts? I can't think of anyone buying ontacts like that..." She trailed off at the looks the couple were giving her. "What?" Renai's round eyes and Osaera's smirk were rather unsettling.

"So are you going to go meet her?" asked Renai. "If you are, we need to fix you up. You're all sweaty."

"Well, if one of you can think of a better place to meet that isn't on top of Mt. Fugi, then please let me know," Shinai retorted. "Besides, there's nothing I can do about it. I don't carry extra clothes around with me. She'll just have to deal with-"

"So you are going to meet her! Come on," Renai and Osaera hoisted Shinai up by the arms and whisked her into the girl's bathroom. As Osaera dumped her onto the small office chair secluded in a corner, Renai disappeared and returned with her bag. As she began rifling through it, she instructed Shinai on "Plan Get-Shinai-A-Date".

"When you sit down, don't start demanding what she wants, act innocent and confused-"

"I am confused."

"Shush! Anyway, try not to trip over your feet, save it for when you get home." Shinai grimanced. She was the biggest klutz any of them knew.

"And keep your knees together, for Kami's sake. That skirt is short and the tables are made of glass. Save that sort of revealing for the bedroom," continued Osaera.

"Osaera!" Shinai squeaked, mortified within an inch of her life. Osaera grinned in return as Renai straightened up, clutching a small make-up bag and a maroon shirt.

"Put this on," she said, tossing Shinai the shirt," and I'll do your make-up, kay?" Not waiting for a response, Renai marched over and tugged Shinai's sweater up over her head, her shirt following right behind. As Shinai tugged the shirt over her head, Renai immediatly decended on her with eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss. When the two were done, Shinai looked much more refreshed than she had upon entering.

"Okay, are you ready?" questioned Osaera. She handed over Shinai's bookbag. "Go on! Get yourself a social life!" Without further ado, she gave Shinai a quick shove out of the bathroom and shut the door. Shinai took a deep, calming breath before making her way over to the table where the silver-haired girl was sitting. She was reading the newspaper, her glasses threatening to slide off the tip of her nose. Shinai's cheeks flamed as she realized how attractive the stranger was. But the rest of her thoughts slid away as the woman looked up. Amber orbs captured her green ones and refused to release her from their mesmerizing grasp. Feeling slightly light-headed, Shinai slid into the seat across from her, glad to be sitting down.

"Um, the workers at the counter told me you asked for me?" she mumbled, finally breaking her gaze to stare at her hands. A quiet chuckled made her look up again.

"Yes. Your friends are most entertaining, Itakura-san. Their mouths almost reached the floor when I asked for you. Is it really such a surprise?" The girls voice was filled with amusment, and her voice was smooth and seductive, remindeing Shinai of honey.

"Er, I suppose. I'm not extremely social," she replied, then mentally screaming at herself. Why on earth had she just revealed that? But the girl smiled.

"I guessed that from our last meeting. You paid for the book okay, then?" Shinai scowled, but held her tounge. Seeing the frown, the girl frowned as well.

"Don't."

"Don't what?" Shinai demanded, suddenly feeling frustrated. What did she want?

"Hide you emotions from me," she responded, her eyes never leaving Shinai's.

"Have we met?" she demanded coldly. Who was this person seemed to read her like an open book? Why was she even here? Based on her experiences, Shinai was convinced nobody did anything unless it benifited them. Well, she was not going to be played.

The girl remained calm and pleasant. "Forgive me, Itakura-san, for not introducing myself. My name is Megami Yokubo." Shinai raised an eyebrow.

"Goddess of Lust? Did I translate that correctly?" She asked, not sure if this girl was joking or not. But Megami's face remained serious.

"Yes, my parents were rather fanciful. I'm not quite sure what was going on when they named me." Her topaz eyes resembled melted butter as she smiled at Shinai. "Your name, however, is also quite interesting." Her lips tightend and her eyes became hard. "Unloved? Who on earth named you that?" Shinai stiffened slightly.

"My mother did. She found out my father was leaving her right before giving birth to me. He was gone by the time her labor had ended. I suppose she put her feelings into the process," she finished, trying to shrug it off. She decided not to add that her mother had died hours later. There was no need to bring a load of false sympathy and gloom down on the conversation.

"Ah. Well, that is certainly not the case with you, I would think. You are probably not aware that your friends cross-analized me when I asked for you because they didn't recongnise my face and just became more determined to find my intentions once they heard my name. Apparently it unsettles some people," she added with an amused smile. Shinai shifted in her seat.

"So what are you intentions? I'm pretty sure the only time we've even come in proximity of each other was when I spilled the coffee..." She trailed off when Megami begame shaking her head, her glasses slipping even further down her nose.

"No. Do you remember the dozen roses that were delivered at the library?" Shinai nodded, comphrehension dawning. She'd thought there'd been some mistake in the name, but the delievery boy said to just take them. They were already paid for and he didn't have the real address.

"That was you?" she squeaked, sudden feeling embarrassed.

"Uh-huh. You are most appealing when you blush Itakura-san," Megami said with a smirk. Shinai burried her face in her hands to hide her face, which was a violent shade of red. Megami stood and walked around the booth's table to sit by her side. Gripping her wrists gently with her cool hands, she pryed them away from Shinai's face. "Please don't," she breathed. Shinai stuggled to stay focused on what she was saying. Megami's sudden close proximity was rather disorienting. Shinai's bangs tickled her nose as Megumi exhaled, inches away. "Don't hide yourself from me. I can't stand not being near you. You are always too far away, and I am done with it. Itakura-san..." she trailed off, apparently at a loss for words, then a blush creeped up her face.

"You must find me very foolish and arrogant to come to you like this without really getting to know you. But I am desperate to secure your affections. Would you come to dinner with me tomorrow?" Her eyes were completely sincere, and despite her thoughts screaming 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' Shinai agreed. The slow, sweet smile that overcame Megami's face was worth the embarrassment and uncertainty. Hesitently, Megami leaned forward and, when Shinai made no objection, planted a small, gentle kiss on her forhead.

"Tomorrow then, Itakura-san."

---oOo---

"For kami's sake, can you please pick a shirt already!" Misa, Shinai's dormmate, barked. Disentangling herself from the pile of clothes flung on her, Misa walked over to Shinai's side of the room, an agitated look on her face. "Who's the girl?" Shinai froze, glancing nervously over her shoulder before returning to her search for the perfect outfit.

"What are you talking about," she asked, her voice muffled. Misa sighed.

"I'm not stupid Shinai. You're going on a date. I've never seen you so panicked over an outfit before. And you've been doodling all over everything as opposed to your usualy unbreakable concentration. Oh, Sen wanted me to say sorry for scaring you last night. He thought it was me."

"Right," Shinai mumbled. Since when did Misa pay attention to this kind of stuff? Renai and Osaera had noticed too. She had spaced out the rest of yesterday and all of today, drawing anything that came to mind. Renai had asked why she never drew hearts and she'd responded with a shrug. She just could put herself and Megami Yokuno-san in the same category. Megami was lean and graceful, beauty radiating from her every movement. She seemed to float rather than walk, her long silver hair always slipping from it's low ponytail to frame her face. She also wore delicate glasses that framed her amber eyes that resembled butterscotch. Shinai let out a small sigh.

"So? What's her name? What's she like? Don't make me have to follow you," she warned. Shinai glared at Misa, not putting it past her to do just that. Then giving in to the inevitable, she mumbled,

"Megami Yokuno-san." Misa's reaction was the same as hers when Shinai had first heard it. She lifted an eyebrow and frowned.

"Goddess of Lust? Does she at least fit the description?" Shinai felt herself get defensive, having no idea why she did so.

"Yes she does. She's got long silver hair and amber eyes and she's so gracefull..." Shinai's eyes misted over as she recalled Megami's face to her once again. A giggle from Misa pulled her from her stupor.

"Well, she sounds special. Let me help," Misa said, pulling the brown skirt Shinai was holding out of her grasp and tossing it into a corner. "What you need is something decent yet sexy. Hmm, let's see..." she began picking through Shinai's closet, eventually emergin with a pair of tight, dark blue jeans and a red babydoll shirt, strapy black heels dangling from her wrists. "This is perfect. It's like a traditional first date outfit." She tossed the clothes to Shinai, ignoring the following shriek as her roommate was almost impaled on the heels.

"I can't wear these shoes! I can barely stay verticle as it is!" Shinai exclaimed, examining the 3-inch heels with wariness.

"Well, you're just going to have to deal with it. Now get in the shower. I'll start warming up the curling iron. Oh, and try not to slip on the tiles today. You almost gave yourself a concussion yesterday while you were spacing out." Shinai stuck her tounge out at her roommate and retreated to the bathroom.

---oOo---

Megami Yokubo watched her maid, Meshi, braid her silver hair, entwining it with green ribbons to match tonight's outfit. Meshi hummed softly to herself as she worked, a tune Megami's mother had sung to her daugther before bed. Megami closed her eyes and herself relax as Meshi's singing continued. She might have dozed off had her maid not tapped her gently on the shoulder.

"You hair is done, madame. I have your dress laid out on the bed. Do you require help dressing?" It was a formal question asked only for the sake of tradition. Megami shook her head as always and dismissed Meshi before rising from her vanity to walk to the bed. Laying on it was a floor length, velvet green gown. Another of the green ribbons was wrapped just below the bust line, letting the rest of the fabric flow free. Megami ran her hand over the dress, her fingers tracing the ribbon.

Tonight was her date with Shinai Itakura. Just finding the right time and place to ask her had been carefully planned; the setting had to be perfect. Itakura-san's over-protective friends had been a little worrisome since she couldn't tell how much influence they had over Itakura-san. If they'd decided they didn't like her... But apparently she'd worried for nothing. Itakura-san had appoached her, an adorable blush flooding her face. As their conversation had progressed, her innocence had been even more endearing. Megami had suddenly blurted out her desire of a date, complete forgetting the carefully planned words she had memorized to best persuade Itakura-san. But even as she began to prepare for a refusal due to her lack of tact, Itakura-san had agreed, possibly not even thinking about it before she did so. Well, Megami was certainly not going to give her time to reconsider...