From edmonds@gweep.bc.ca Tue Mar 2 20:39:09 1999 X-From-Line: owner-rec-arts-anime-creative@cs.ubc.ca Tue Mar 2 18:30:07 1999 X-Gnus-Mail-Source: file:/usr/spool/mail/edmonds From: "DAVID A MILLER" Subject: [KOR][FanFic][Lemon] Our Road: The Continuation of That Summer X-Post-Time: 3 Mar 1999 02:22:54 GMT X-Auth-User: 002823705/97b5340293e9d0b6 X-Problems-To: abuse@prodigy.net New Kimagure Orange Road: Our Road: The Continuation of That Summer by David A. Miller Based on characters and situations created by Izumi Matsumoto and Kenji Terada This story is rooted in the continuity established by the New Kimagure Orange Road novel by Izumi Matsumoto as well as the movie, "Ano Natsu no Hajimari". I acknowledge all copyrights held by others and state that this work was not created for monetary gain, nor was it intended to deprive the copyright holders of their rights under the law. Readers are also advised that this story contains scenes of consensual sex between adults. Characters: Kyosuke Kasuga A young man, aged 19, in his first year in college. He has matured a lot since that summer last year, when he was forced to choose between Madoka and Hikaru. However, he still has a lot of growing left to do. Madoka Ayukawa A young woman, also aged 19, attending the same college with Kyosuke. She feels secure enough in her love for Kyosuke to have granted him the privilege of her body. However, despite her apparent maturity, there's still things she hasn't yet figured out. Manami Kasuga Kyosuke's younger sister who keeps house. She hardly ever gets much credit for being the stabilizing force in the family that she is in the Manga. Kurumi Kasuga Kyosuke's other younger sister and Manami's fraternal twin. She is often portrayed as an airhead and an insatiable glutton. Expect no changes here. The following work was written in English with a smattering of Japanese words (In italics) to preserve the flavor of the characters' heritage. Certain phrases are intended to simulate "Respect Language". Much of the story is told from Kyosuke's point of view in the first person, however a ***** indicates a change in viewpoint. Other conventions include: (Parenthetical or soft-voiced comments like the small print dialogue used in manga) "LOUD TALKING!!" and "YELLS!!!!" <"Dialogue within is spoken English, as if the characters are exercising their English-language skills."> Symbols like (ii), (vi), etc.. are keys to endnotes after the glossary. Notes on Names The characters' names are presented in Given Name-Family Name order. Name suffixes such as "-san", etc. are usually appended after Given Names, otherwise, prefixes are used in the American fashion (e.g. Mrs.. Ayukawa, Madoka's mother, as opposed to "Ayukawa-san", any member of the Ayukawa family if not specified in the text.). Terms of reference for parents and grand parents are as used in English, preserving the Japanese terms of reference for circumstances where there is not an English-language equivalent ("Onii-chan", "Dearest Elder Brother") or cases of fictive (socially polite) usage. Prologue The Sunday morning stillness of the Kasuga household was briefly interrupted by the sound of the telephone's electronic chirp. Manami, who had awakened early to prepare breakfast, answered it on the first ring. "Hai, Kasuga residence." "Good morning, Manami-chan, Madoka here. Is Kyosuke in?" "Ah, good morning, Madoka-san. He's in. Can I go get him for you?" "Please do and thanks." Manami went and awakened her brother. It was after she had transferred the call to his room that Manami realized Madoka had referred to Kyosuke by his given name. She was pondering the possible meaning of this as she washed the rice for the cooker. ***** Manami woke me up to answer a call from Madoka. "Kyosuke here." " Did you miss me?" Madoka was speaking provocatively, like a phone sex girl. "I don't think I'll ever get used to sleeping alone, not after last weekend. (i) What's up?" "I was wondering if you'd like to come over and help me wash my car. The weather report said that there was a chance of a rain shower today, so I thought I'd get it cleaned, waxed and in the garage before it got nasty." "Sounds like an idea. About what time?" "Why not come over now. I'll even throw in breakfast." "All right, see you in a few." "Okay." I got out of bed, dashed over to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then returned to my room to change into something comfortable. "Manami," I called to my sensible sister, "I'm headed for Madoka's place. I'll be taking breakfast over there, so you don't have to save anything for me, okay?" "Okay, Onii-chan. Itte-rasshai." "Itte-kimasu!" ***** Kurumi came out of the bedroom she shared with her twin sister, still dressed in her pajamas. She sat down at the dinette table, yawning and rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. "You know," Manami said, "every time you do that, you're just like a little kid." "Yeah, right. Good morning, 'Oba-chan'." Kurumi teased. "Hey, I never got to tell you; I think Onii-chan's 'doing it' with Madoka-san." "Oh? What gives you that idea?" But Manami thought this as well. "I saw the trash pile; he threw out all of his porno magazines, even Saori-chan." (ii) "His favorite centerfold?" "Yep!" "You know what else?" Manami leaned in close, "Madoka-san called him 'Kyosuke' on the phone this morning. I've never heard her do that before." "Kyaa!" Kurumi squealed. "I never thought HE had it in 'im!" "What's all this talk about Kyosuke, you two?" Their father, Takashi Kasuga, came fully dressed to the breakfast table. He was leaving town that day on a business trip. "Oh, nothing, Papa!" Manami replied, somewhat red-faced. "Just thinking about what to get for his birthday, you know," Kurumi added, "socks, underwear, maybe a box of condoms-" "KURUMI!!" Part 1 To fill everybody in, let me tell you how I started calling her "Madoka". I had won first prize in my university's inter-collegiate photo contest, sponsored by one of the school's most famous alumni, Kelly Toyama. Ayukawa asked me what I'd like from her as a prize for winning my first photography contest. I told her that I'd like something even greater than the golden plaque I received. She immediately (and correctly) interpreted that as an invitation to consummate our relationship. Well, after that, I got hit by a car, my soul was knocked three years into the future, et cetera, cetera, and so forth iii. After I was released from the hospital, we were able to fulfill our promise in a Yokohama hotel not too far from Tokyo Bay. We had an elegant dinner, then Ayukawa played a song she had written for me. It a piano piece that had inspired me to use the fullest extent of my ESPer powers to rescue my 22 year-old self from oblivion. Later that night, just before we embraced, she gently admonished me for calling her "Ayukawa" all the time. That's when I began to use her personal name, "Madoka". I reached Madoka's house about ten minutes after her call. I found her hosing down her little red Austin Mini she had gotten for her graduation from high school. (iv) "Hi, Kyosuke," she said, "Grab a bucket, soap and sponge, would'ya please?" "Sure thing." I found a plastic pail and a large sponge, plus the detergent and a genuine chamois leather towel for wiping off the water. I poured a little of the detergent into the bucket, then set it on the ground near the car. "Can you fill it?" She nodded, then turned the hose on the bucket, churning the detergent into a white froth. I took a good look at her while she was filling the bucket. Madoka was wearing a faded pair of denim shorts, an old T-shirt and rubber flip-flops. I was wondering whether or not she had a bra on underneath her T-shirt when, SPLAAAASHHHH!!!! I got thoroughly soaked! Madoka looked at me with a stern expression. "If you've got time to mentally undress me, you've got time to start sponging off the car!" "I gotcha, I gotcha!" I bent to the task, but used my powers to mess up the outlet on the hose. The next time she opened the nozzle, SPLAAAASHHHH!!!! KYAAAAAAAHH!!!! Madoka shrieked as cold water sprayed her by way of a backed up spout and a missing rubber washer. I looked up to see her dripping wet from head to foot! However, the clingy, wet T-shirt showed that she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit beneath her clothing. RATS!! "How'd that happen?" I heard her ask as she ran to turn off the water at the outdoor spigot. I used my powers to quickly restore the nozzle and washer to their previous functioning state. She returned, unscrewed the end of the hose and found everything in place, except... "Funny, how'd the washer get turned sideways?" she asked, then she restored the connection. Uh-oh! "One thing I'm sure of," Madoka said after she turned on the hose's spigot. "Anything that goes wrong, that can't be explained any other way," She grabbed me by the front of my shorts and shoved the hose end into my crotch! "CAN ONLY BE YOUR DOING!!" She opened the nozzle full force and drenched my private parts! I stood in front of my girlfriend with a garden hose flushing away my over-active libido. I guess my foolish little prank backfired. We got the car dried and waxed without further incident, but in total silence. I thought I had forfeited my privilege of being with Madoka that day and turned to go back home. "I'll see you later." "Where're you going?" she asked. "I think I've used up your patience, today. I ought to be going." "I don't know why you think I'm unhappy with you, but please don't leave. I've got the coffee done and it won't take me but a few minutes to finish making breakfast." Madoka said that with such a sweet and sincere smile that I nearly forgot about how angry she was for the stupid trick that I played on her. I accepted her invitation, but not without an apology. "I'm sorry, Madoka." "I'm not upset about it, Kyosuke. Please, come inside. We ate at her kitchen table; gourmet coffee, fresh-baked croissants with butter and jam, three-minute eggs, you know, a simple continental-style breakfast. "Is it good?" she asked, like a nervous new bride. "Sure is. I've never had better." "Thanks. I baked the croissants myself. Took me a while to learn how to make the dough." "You went to all that trouble, and I damn-near spoiled the morning..." "Look, cut it out already!" Madoka inhaled, then said gently, "If anything, I owe you an apology for spraying you first, then after you retaliated, I kinda went overboard. Why not stay with me the rest of today and let me to make it up to you." I simply nodded. We both took showers and set our clothes to dry out on her laundry line. Madoka lent me her father's terry robe. She curled up next to me on the love seat in her viewing room as we watched a big screen TV. Half-way through a pay-per-view satellite movie, we noticed that it began to turn overcast outside. "I'd better bring in the stuff on the clothesline," Madoka said as she got up off the couch. "Hold up, you don't have to leave." I said back, then concentrated my energies to bring in the laundry. Just as a trick, I suspended them in the air and folded them before settling them on the love seat. "That's a neat thing you can do, huh?" Madoka said as she gathered up the folded clothes. "I'll go change into these again." She left me in the room to dress myself. Madoka came back a few minutes later. "I just checked the fridge; we've got nothing to make for dinner tonight." "Why don't we just eat out?" "Why, is my cooking that bad?" "No, it's just..." "Catch a clue, why don'tcha! I'm trying to be domestically inclined here!" The rain shower had taken some of the heat out of the air, but replaced it with a stifling humidity. Madoka drove us to the supermarket, then we set about roving the aisles, picking this and selecting that, to restock the house. I watched her go through the produce section, choosing the finest vegetables without regard as to price. I knew Manami was more cost-conscious, because of our need to be economical. But watching Madoka shop was an entirely different experience. She had been well off all of her life and never had to pinch pennies the way we did, what with paying for constant moves and Dad's need for film, chemicals and other professional supplies. When we went to the meat section, I cringed at the sight of her choosing the higher priced selections of beef, boneless chicken breasts and fillets of fresh fish and seafood. Could I afford to marry this girl someday? "Just what's going through that head of yours, Kyosuke?" Madoka asked, seeing me flinch after she picked up a cut of meat that cost as much as Manami would spend for a week of groceries. "Good cooking needs good ingredients, you know." I nodded and just kept my tongue in my head. At the checkout, the clerk's face betrayed no emotion as she rang up our purchases (really, they were all hers). I didn't even want to look at the register readout, fearing that I might be struck blind by the final total. I saw Madoka reach into her handbag and remove a thick wad of bills, peel off a few and hand them to the clerk, then get back the change. A couple of young boys began putting the food into plastic sacks for the ride home, then helped us transport the lot out to the car. As they completed their task, Madoka came out with another banknote and handed it to one of them. "Split this between you two, okay?" "Sorry, Miss, we're not supposed to accept tips." "Pretty please, as a favor to me?" The older of the two bowed, took the proffered money and then they headed back to the store. "Something's the matter and you're not telling me." Madoka said as we drove toward home. "I'm sorry, but I'm not used to ostentatious displays of wealth." (Don't worry, I didn't say that as harshly as it must have sounded to you.) "Why do you think that was 'ostentatious'?" she asked. "You just spent enough money in there to feed my whole family for a month. Two months if we froze everything and ate carefully." "You think I was showing off?" "No, but it's like..." "Kyosuke," she cut me off, "I had virtually nothing left in the house to eat. Since I was studying my ass off this past semester, I didn't have time to do any serious grocery shopping. Plus I live by myself, I don't call for take-out nor go to restaurants 'cept for ABCB, and that's to help Master. Would you please let me worry about how I run my affairs and stop acting like some poor country hick?" I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the ride home. After everything was put away, Madoka invited me to go watch TV in the viewing room while she made dinner. A while later, I felt antsy. "Can I do something to help out around here?" I asked. "Is there a clogged drain or a leaky faucet, something else that needs fixing..?" "No, no, just sit down, relax; dinner'll be ready in a bit." An odor of cooked food wafted from the kitchen. I was starting to feel like an animal caught in a trap. Granted, I love Madoka with all of my heart, but I felt like she was trying to impress me with lavish displays of affluence. She had never done that before. I always used to see her in school uniform or in personal clothes that were always tasteful, but never flashy. Yes, Madoka lived in a big house, but it really belonged to her parents. Her older sister and brother-in-law kept the use of her father's Mercedes, so Madoka got an Austin Mini, a modest little car. Now I'm sitting in her big house, watching TV from an expensive home entertainment system, while she's preparing what must be a magnificent dinner. I never resented her money before, but she never, ever, showed off before. Was she changing, as a result of her high school graduation, into some kind of elitist ojou-sama? I loved her-no, I LOVE HER, even though she had a bad rep! But now, with guitar-pick throwing and gang-fighting all part of a distant past, after we had at long last admitted our feelings to one another and consummated our relationship, I was becoming worried... "Kyosuke," Madoka stuck her head through the viewing room door, "dinner's ready." "How's the food?" she asked as we ate side-by-side while watching another movie. "Very good." Madoka had made a Chinese-style pepper-beef stir fry with all the fixings. I wondered how she could come up with something like this so quickly when I remembered that she was a superb short-order cook at ABCB. Fast and delicious was her specialty. We didn't say much while eating, engrossed as we were with the food and the movie. I stole glances at her now and again, trying to read her thoughts from her looks. Despite the many additional powers as a Chou-Nou-Ryoku-Sha I had grown into, I still wasn't telepathic. However, Madoka was absorbed in the Yakuza film and pretty much betrayed nothing on her gorgeous face. "Gochisou-sama~," Madoka finally said, laying her chopsticks alongside her empty bowl and leaning back in the love seat. "Me, too." I uttered after swallowing the last morsel from my portion. "That was the meat that you thought cost too much." "Eh? It was tender, flavorful, so marvelously well prepared..." "Kyosuke, do you think you'd like to eat like this every night?" she asked. "I sure would, though it might get to be a burden, feeding me like this all the time." "No, it wouldn't. Well anyway, why not go ahead and move in with me." "WHAAAAAAAT!!!!" I had waited for a day like this for what must have felt like an eternity. Now that it happened, now that it finally came to pass-I WAS STUNNED!! "You don't have to act so startled! Just move in and live here, with me. Isn't that what you've always wanted, even going back to middle school?" I could only mumble half-heartedly, "I'm not so sure..." "What aren't you sure of?" "I still have to take care of my sisters and..." "What ARE you talking about??" Madoka demanded. "Manami-chan and Kurumi-chan are both capable of running their own lives and your dad has assistants now." "That's not entirely true! I'm the one who keeps everything on an even keel. If I wasn't there, Kurumi would have us on the move again in no time!" "Are you sure you're not just afraid of breaking off that nice, comfortable plateau you're sitting on right now? Of moving on with your life?" "My life's fine, thank you. I've got you, don't I?" "Not with that attitude, buster! You better learn that I don't put up with a lot of BS, especially from people I'm close to." Madoka's starting to sound angry. "Attitude? ATTITUDE??" My balls were pumping full speed ahead. "Look who's talking about attitude, 'Miss Big Money-Gotta-Show-Out-For-My-Boyfriend'!!" Oh-oh, I'm sticking my neck out now! "Are you still talking about that? Jeez, what'd I do, raid your piddly piggy bank?" "No, but dammit, you don't have to try and seduce me with your father's money!" "SEDUCE?? My father's money has nothing to do with it. I spend MY money that I earn MYSELF on MY household!" "So, like I'm supposed to live here like your personal plaything?" "And what does that mean?" "Three guesses, and the first two don't count!" "Why you...! I'd get more consideration and respect outta my 'right hand'!" "Gee, what a fine comparison you're making! And just like your 'right hand', I'd be right at your fingertips!" Oh boy, I think that did it. "Get out!" she hissed through gritted teeth, "Right now, before I do something I'm NOT gonna REGRET!!" I stood up and teleported out of her viewing room, stopped briefly at the genkan to pick up my shoes, then zapped for home. That argument was not one of the brightest moments in my relationship with Madoka. It was after I arrived at home that I got a call from Dad, who was staying overnight in Nara. He had meant to shoot a nighttime skyline image of Tokyo from across the bay in Yokohama and had missed several opportunities because of bad weather. Now with the deadline just a few days away, he asked if I could complete the assignment. Eager to forget the fight I just had with my beloved, I readily accepted. I drafted Kurumi to help carry some of the gear, then took off on the next evening train. If all went well, we'd be home before midnight. ***** Part 2 Madoka carried the used dishes to the sink in the kitchen and began scrubbing them individually. She rinsed and dried them and was carrying them back to the cupboard when one of the bowls slipped from her grasp and crashed to the floor. It shattered and spread itself all over the kitchen. Madoka watched the pieces scatter underneath the table, chairs and cabinets, then inexplicably, the other bowl in her hand fell and hit the floor too. However, this one landed on the floor with a pop. Madoka picked it up and noticed that the bowl that hit without breaking was the one Kyosuke had used. The label on the bottom said "Unbreakable: Made in Japan". The bottom of the other bowl landed by a chair leg. The printing on the underside said "Made in Taiwan, R.O.C." Madoka allowed her memory to drift back to when she was a young child. She had dropped a rice bowl just like the one broken a minute ago... "Aw Madoka, you broke another one," her mother scolded as she picked up the pieces. "I'm sorry, Mama." little Madoka said as she squatted down to help. "These old bowls have a little bit of history to them, don't you know." "They do?" "When your father and I were first married, we had to scrimp and save just to get by. We found these at a shrine flea market and bought them because they were so inexpensive. We've gotten new, unbreakable ones since your sister and you were born, but these old bowls lasted us for many years, until..." "Tsk-tsk, you've broken your share as well, Mama," Papa inserted from the head of the table. "And Hiromi (v), you're no innocent in that department, either." Madoka's older sister squirmed in her chair, but replied, "Papa never breaks any because he never washes the dishes!" The women of the Ayukawa household giggled as the father flushed crimson behind his newspaper. "What I'm trying to tell you, Madoka," her mother said, "is that every tale of wealth begins with poverty. Don't put on a show of riches, for you'll never know where you'll end up later on in life." Maybe I WAS putting on a show for Kyosuke, Madoka thought. I installed him in the home theater, bought enough gourmet foods to throw a banquet, then I had to make a play for his heart by offering him my bed, as if I was competing with his family obligations. I'd better go apologize. Madoka changed her clothes, selecting a simple cotton print dress that buttoned down the front. She went to her jewel box and picked out her Mahou-no-Tama pendant (vi) and fastened it around her neck. At the shoe cabinet in the genkan, she picked out the loafers she had worn to commencement ceremonies in high school; they still had some polish left to them. Rather than drive to the Kasuga's apartment building, she walked the distance in the still warm evening of late summer. Madoka rehearsed her wording carefully, hoping that he wasn't still angry from the afternoon. Manami answered the doorbell on the first ring. "Madoka-san, good evening." "Good evening, Manami-chan. I'm sorry to come over unannounced." "Not at all, please come inside." Madoka slipped out of her shoes in the genkan and followed Manami into the living room. The younger girl led Madoka to a seat on the couch and retreated to the kitchen to produce a cup of tea. "I remembered your preference is for moderately strong Oolong with sugar and lemon." "Thank you, Manami-chan." Madoka took a sip and found it much to her liking. "This is great." "I guess I should have told you that Onii-chan is out on a photography shoot." Manami said guiltily. "If you had called first, I'd have told you and saved you the trouble of coming." "Well, I had hoped to see Kyosuke here, but if he's out, then I can..." "Madoka-san, you're very welcome to stay here and wait for him. Kurumi went along as his assistant and I could use the company myself." Madoka chuckled, "So you're alone, too? I'm feeling kinda bad for something I said to him in haste and I came over, hoping to apologize." "I'm sure Onii-chan will be happy to see you when he gets back." "Uh-hmm." The two took seats on the living room sofa and sipped their teas. The TV set in the room was tuned to a music video station and played soft jazz. The curtains were drawn back from the balcony doors and picture windows, presenting a dazzling panorama of the city's nighttime skyline. "You know, I've never really noticed the view from up here before." Madoka opened, breaking the silence. "This place must've cost a mint." "One of Papa's old classmates is the president of the management firm that owns this building." Manami answered. "We got the place on a move-in deal you wouldn't believe." "Connections are important, aren't they? By the way, Kyosuke didn't say anything to me about a shoot this morning." "Well, right after he got home," Manami explained, "Papa called from his hotel in Nara that he'd forgotten about a nighttime skyline shoot he needed to have finished very soon. Papa asked Onii-chan if he could handle it. It was for a magazine advertisement and had to be done on a clear night. Onii-chan seemed kind of down when he got home. He was glad to have something to take his mind off whatever upset him, so..." "He rushed out right away." Madoka finished. "Madoka-san?" "Yes?" "I know you love my brother very much. That makes us very happy for him." "Thank you, Manami-chan. That means a lot to me." "It may not sound like it sometimes, but we really appreciate having our big brother around here. He's like having an extra guardian, even if he's only a couple of years older." (vii) "He is, huh?" Inwardly, Madoka was amused by this revelation. "Yes. He's the only other person in the world who can control Kurumi besides Grampa. Sometimes, that girl's just like a loose cannon. There's no telling what mischief she could get into if there was no one to stop her." "Kyosuke was telling me that very thing." "Oh, I see." "Manami-chan, mind if I tell you something?" "What's that?" "Your brother and I had a fight earlier this evening. I wanted him to move out of here and live with me at my house. When he told me that he didn't want to leave his family, I said some pretty harsh things to him. I came by to say I'm sorry." Manami absorbed this information carefully. "If Onii-chan had decided to leave, we wouldn't have stood in his way. But it's comforting to learn that he thinks so kindly of us." Madoka was guilt-stricken. "Manami-chan, gomen-nasai. I tried to monopolize Kyosuke and he quite properly told me off for it. Right now, I feel so rotten..." "Please don't, Madoka-san. If you were the kind of person who did nothing but take love from someone and never returned it, Onii-chan would not be with you." "Manami-chan...?" "Madoka-san, I know you're a good person. And I think I speak for the whole family when I say that we would be very pleased and honored to receive you as a bride." (viii) The confident, powerful and 'always-in-control' Madoka Ayukawa was rendered speechless. All she could do was blink back the tears and nod to acknowledge Manami's words of assurance. "It's getting late," Manami said as she stood up. "I've got to get up early again tomorrow morning. If you like, you could wait for Onii-chan in his room." "That sounds terrific, Manami-chan. I'll do that." "Okay, then. Oyasumi-nasai, Madoka-san." "Oyasumi, Manami-chan." In Kyosuke's room, Madoka took off her dress and brassiere, then rummaged through his clothes closet for a pajama top. She buttoned on the borrowed garment, then slipped into his bed, between cool sheets that felt as if they'd been recently changed. Madoka pushed her face into the buckwheat hull pillow but she was so thrilled by her plan to ambush Kyosuke in his own bed that she was too nervous to sleep. ***** It was two in the morning by the time Kurumi and I dragged our exhausted bodies inside the door. Doing the nighttime skyline shots of Tokyo across the bay from Yokohama was the easy part. After Kurumi said she was hungry, we found an all-night restaurant where she ate half of everything on the menu and took every yen from our pockets. Stripped of our train fare, we had to alternately teleport and walk while carrying 10 kilos of photography equipment! "I'm sorry I ate up our money." Kurumi moaned as we crossed the threshold of our home. "Remind me to marry rich, Onii-chan." "If you marry an American cattle baron," I told her, "you could single-handedly thin out his entire herd!" A weak poke in the back of my head was the best she could manage in retaliation. "Kurumi, gokuro-sama~, thanks for your help." "Only 'cause you made me," she taunted, but the trace of a smile betrayed her true feelings. "G'night, Onii-chan." "G'night, Kurumi." I pushed open the door and entered my room, too bushed to switch on the lamp. I peeled off my shirt and trousers, catching a whiff of sweat and body odor that reminded me just how briefly cleanliness lasts during summer. I shucked out of my shorts and plodded over to my closet for a robe, then passed out the door to the bathroom for a quick shower. ***** Madoka's heart beat madly as she watched Kyosuke shed his clothes in the darkened room. Oh man, she thought, if he gets into bed smelling like that, I'll suffocate...gee, he's got a nice butt! She inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as she saw him grab a bathrobe and leave the room. Moments later, she heard the shower in use. ***** I toweled off my hair as I padded the hall back to my room. I went inside and shut the door behind me. I kicked the dirty laundry under my bedstead (formerly, the library of illicit pleasure) and body flopped onto my mattress. However, there was one thing I hadn't counted on as I got between the sheets: THERE WAS SOMEBODY ELSE THERE AHEAD OF ME!!!! The feel of soft flesh and delicate hair said 'woman' in a room barely lit by a street lamp shining through the curtains over glass balcony door. The woman seized my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. I broke the kiss hurriedly. "This better not be one of your tricks, Akane!" That weird girl-cousin of mine had snuck into my bed once before." (ix) "So, are you in the habit of sleeping with your cousin?" This girl sounded a lot like Madoka, but I wasn't going to be fooled. "If this is some kinda prank, you'd better cut it out!" "Kyosuke, it's me, Madoka! Really!" "Yeah, right! Madoka's so pissed with me right now that it'd be a miracle if she was here." Somehow, I had managed to keep my composure by taking that mission from my father, but now I had to spill my guts, even if Akane was the one who had to listen. I was ready to cry. Thank heavens, I wasn't sniffing. "What'd she do to you, Kyosuke?" she asked. Akane must have turned off her power. Her voice's still different, though "I think she wanted me to move into her house. She had me go over there this morning and she made breakfast after we polished her car and..." "Shhh," the girl silenced me. "Do you think she loves you?" "Yeah, but she's always been weird about it. One minute she's all affectionate, the next, she's acting tough..." "I think she's feeling hurt, too." "And how would YOU know?" "Woman's intuition," she said. "Madoka's been alone a long time. Now that she's got you, she must've thought that she could cure her loneliness by having you move in, but she didn't figure that you'd be so attached to your family. She probably thought you'd be glad to leave home; Manami and Kurumi must drive you crazy..." "NO, NEVER!!" "Dammit, don't yell!" "Sorry. You're right about them, but they're still my sisters and I love them an awful lot. I also gotta help Dad. Since the photo contest, I've been doing some of the smaller jobs in his workload to allow him to concentrate on opening another studio and gallery in Nara." "You're a good son, Kyosuke, and a good brother. I think Madoka would be honored to join the family someday." "You think so?" "I'm sure of it. I'm also sure Madoka wants to apologize very much for showing off her money and trying to impose her plans on you..." "Wait a sec, how do YOU know about her showing off money?" "Why don't you turn on a light and see for yourself." I used my telekinesis power to flip the switch. "Madoka?" She was wearing one of my pajama tops and lay in my bed facing me with her head propped on her palm. She also had a contrite look on her face. "I'm sorry about what I tried to do to you, Kyosuke. The last thing I ever wanted to do was to hurt you. All I wanted was to have you with me, especially after you said you couldn't get used to sleeping alone." "Love, to tell you the truth, I was feeling like a fish caught in a net. I love you a whole lot, but I can't just abandon my family. Besides, we have to finish school first, then one day, I want to build a home for you so that we can make a good start." Madoka nodded in agreement. "Kyosuke, turn off the light" I complied. Madoka came forward and we began to kiss lightly, then more seriously as we began to make love our second time. Part 3 "Got a rubber?" Madoka asked breathlessly. Things were quickly getting hot. "No, I never expected to be like this, especially here." "I can't do it raw tonight, it's too risky." "We gotta stop, then." I drew back. "Oh no you don't!" Madoka put her arms around me and pulled me towards her. We resumed kissing, letting the forces of love stoke the flames of desire. "Press my breasts," she whispered, "Part the veil of mystery, "A flower blooms there, "Crimson and fragrant." (x) She was quoting love poems and the scent of her pheromones was strong and inviting. I opened the buttons of her top and beheld the sight of her fabulous breasts; shining between them on a golden chain was her Mahou-no-Tama. I put my hand on her soft skin and felt her heart race in her chest. Madoka used her hands to press my face toward her body and I obligingly took a nipple into my mouth. It quickly became erect. My other hand fondled and teased her other breast until its nipple also poked prominently from her flesh. "Aaaaah..." she went as I lavished my attention on her body. My empathic senses detected a total willingness on her part to climb the heights of pleasure. I took a free hand and let it approach her womanhood, finding that she had kept on her panties. I put my hand on her mound and let my fingers communicate with the center of her sexual being and touched it gently through the cloth. She shuddered in response and pressed herself against my hand. Turning face up on the mattress, Madoka submitted warmly to my touches as I mouthed her breasts and massaged her "Gate of Heaven" (Thank you, Chinese Erotic Classics!). I could feel the dampness increasing between her thighs and audaciously slipped a finger into her passage. Now consumed with longing, Madoka wriggled her hips and began panting, driving herself toward climax. I could see her face gritting with the exertion and sexual fever until... "AAH-uhmmmmph...!" I quickly put my mouth over hers to keep the noise down. She kissed me back fervently, her lips and tongue churning against mine as she wound down from her orgasm. "Man, that was good," she said softly. I watched her chest heave with exertion after such a strenuous experience. I wanted to do her again, but she pushed me onto my back. "We have to keep it down." I told her, "My sisters are in the room across the hall." "I do not care if," she quoted, "Our lovemaking is exposed, "As the rainbow over, "The Yasaka Dam at Ikaho, "If only I can suck and suck you." (xi) Madoka took my head between her hands and kissed me gently on the lips, long luscious kisses that stirred my passions and heightened sensations for what was to come. Then she began a long and arduous journey down my body, kissing and licking my skin with her lips and tongue (Thank you, Right Guard!). Her hands were not idle, caressing my arms, chest and belly, moving lightly over parts of me that were not within reach of her mouth. As for what I felt, there was anticipation, excitement, exhilaration, delight; all of these increasing in intensity. My heart raced as if out of control. I felt my manhood standing tall, gorged with blood. I wrapped my arms around her back as she reached my pectorals and began licking and sucking my nipples. This was new to me and nothing I had ever read nor saw prepared me for the sensations that ensued as she teased and tickled my counterpart to her breasts. I thought ill of it for a second at first, but lost in the buildup of ecstasy, I submitted to her attention as she flitted her tongue from one to the other, giving them the same kind of attention that I gave hers. Her hand now reached my inner thighs and began stroking the skin, touching softly, teasingly, making me want to scream with lust and frustration. I could sense my well, you-know-what, stretching its fleshly confinement. If not checked, I would 'spend' and leave an icky, sticky mess. My loins, as if of its own will, began to push upward, as if it sought to penetrate into its heaven-ordained mate, which lay off to one side and a scant few centimeters away. Madoka lifted her face from my chest and started kissing the skin of my belly, briefly wriggled her tongue in my navel, then sensing that I was about to come, grasped IT near the root and held it while the spasms of pleasure subsided. I twitched from her touch, but my release was forestalled for the time being. Madoka put her face over my manly instrument and tentatively licked the tip, then passed it between her lips and drew it wholly within her mouth. IT FELT WONDERFUL!!!! Madoka pressed her lips tightly against the shaft and moved her head up and down. Her hands pressed my hips into the mattress to prevent me from thrusting into her throat and choking her. Her tongue licked over the crown, delivering intense feelings pleasure no hand job could ever hope to match. I gritted my teeth and let tears of joy flow freely from my eyes. I entwined my fingers in her long, gorgeous hair and surrendered to the incredible enjoyment of her technique. Finally, it reached a peak and I came, gushing freely into her mouth. I shook with the intensity of release as my seed pulsed and flowed through the shaft and she sucked it in, fingering and squeezing it to extract the last drop. Madoka moved her face to mine again and we kissed deeply. I could taste a slick salty residue that must have been my semen. It didn't faze me the slightest as our tongues twirled together and allowed us to wind down from our mutual sexual high. "How's my skill?" she asked. "Unbelievable, I've never had anything like it before." "Are you up to returning the favor?" she asked mischievously. To answer her, I kissed her, then tried to duplicate her patience and dexterity as I kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled my way to her venerable place. She lifted her buns as I pulled off her panties and fully exposed her. In the dim light of my room, I could barely make out the neatly trimmed hair and outer lips. Wasting no more time, I set to work, kissing the top of her entrance and feeling the slick secretions, evidence of her ardor, under my tongue. Her hands pressed the back of my skull, urging me to keep up the effort. Her hips pressed up against my mouth, endeavoring not to waste a moment's contact. Her breath wheezed between gritted teeth as she fought the urge to shriek in pleasure. Then I saw Madoka snatch the pillow from beneath her head and squeeze it over her face to muffle the screams as she came. "I'm...amazed..." she finally said after removing the pillow and catching her breath. "Gawd, that was intense!" "I didn't know I had it in me." "Hold me, Kyosuke. Hold me, please." Madoka whispered plaintively. "Okay." I moved up and wrapped my arms around her and clutched her tenderly to my body. "Heh, heh," Madoka chuckled, then kissed me lightly "You're great. I wish I could stay like this forever..." "Madoka, you're just as great." I whispered to her. She replied in verse, "This morning, I will not "Comb my hair. "It has lain "Pillowed on the hand of my lover..." (xii) ***** Manami awakened early as usual, planning to get breakfast started. But once she got to the kitchen... "Ah, Madoka-san?" Madoka was at the stove, fully clothed, cooking up a pot of miso soup. Three-minute eggs, a pot of coffee and a cooker of rice were already prepared. "Good morning, Manami-chan. I kinda took the liberty of making breakfast." "Good morning, Madoka-san. Believe me, I don't mind at all." Manami took a seat at the table. "Did you see Onii-chan last night." "Sure did; thanks for letting me stay." "We were very happy to have you. That soup sure does smell good." "I'm glad. I only added a touch of sesame oil." "I never thought of that before. Thanks." Kurumi came out of the room she shared with her sister, took a seat at the table, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Manami-chan, this doesn't smell like your usual recipe." "It's Madoka-san's." "It is?" Kurumi opened her eyes and saw Madoka directly. "Ah! Ohayo, Madoka-san." "Kentucky!" (Manami and Kurumi do pratfalls) "Everyone," Kurumi began, "You gotta hear this; I had the craziest dream ever last night." "Don't you always?" Manami was used to these utterances from her sister. "No, really! I dreamt I was a guy making out with his girlfriend..." "Only YOU would dream up something like that," "...And she said she wouldn't 'do it' without protection, so I kissed her on her titties and jacked her off..." "Jeez, Kurumi, CUT THAT OUT!!" "Why, we're all girls here, right, Madoka-san?" "Eh-yeah..." Madoka immediately remembered the events of the previous night. Kurumi's dream was beginning to sound too familiar. "Then-get this-she put my 'thing' in her mouth..." "YAADAA, KURUMI!!" Manami was blushing furiously. The blood drained out of Madoka's face. "Then afterwards, I put my mouth on her 'thing' and made her REAL HAPPY!!" BONNNNGG!! "I'm sorry, I dropped the pot lid." Madoka bent down to retrieve it. How the hell could she have seen us? she thought, The door was closed the whole time! "Gee, how come you're so pale?" Kurumi asked Madoka. "First ghost stories, now 'ecchi' stuff. You're a real weakling." Madoka had an abashed expression on her face. "Kurumi, stop it, you're embarrassing her." Manami warned her again. "Okay, I'm sorry." Kurumi apologized, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Madoka-san." "It's all right," Madoka lied, "I kinda thought it was neat." Surely, King Enma will pull out my tongue for that one! (xiii) "Ikenai!" Manami exclaimed, "Kurumi, we're gonna be late for the library!" "So what?" "You forgot what happened last year? It took you three days to find a book you had to have for your summer book report because everybody else had taken all of available copies. You had to turn yours in to the principal! What's this year's book?" "Eh, 'Lady Chatterly's Lover'." "I had to write report on that same book," Madoka inserted, "I think that teacher's a pervert!" "You did? Madoka-san, can I borrow your-OWWW!!" "NO, YOU MAY NOT!!" Manami reinforced her order with a sharp tap to Kurumi's head. "Let's get dressed and get outta here!" After the twins had left, Madoka set aside the uneaten portions of the breakfast meal for Kyosuke, then sat down on the living room couch. She let her mind wander back to the previous night. That was real good, she thought, but how was Kurumi-chan able to dream up a play-by-play, unless...OH NO!! LOOK AT THE TIME!! ***** Epilogue I was having a nice dream, the kind that would have eventually led to my ejaculating into my underpants. However, somebody trying to awaken me... "Kyosuke, wake up!" I heard as well as felt a hand shaking me by the shoulder. I rolled over and opened my eyes. Madoka stood over me, fully clothed. "It's after nine." "Uhwaaa...AFTER NINE!!" I bolted upright! "I gotta get those films developed! The deadline's...!" "Jeez, you don't have to get so worked up!" Madoka said. "Your sisters are at the library and we're alone." "No shit, I've gotta get moving!" I bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom, forgetting that I had no clothes on. Rather than waste my time dressing, I set up the darkroom equipment I would need to get the films ready for developing. I ran back to my room to fetch the exposed film canisters from my camera bag. When I got there, Madoka was laying out some clothing. "In case you forgot, you're still naked!" I looked down. Yep, there I was, like the day I was born! I pulled on a pair of undershorts, long trousers over them and a cotton polo, then recovered the exposed film canisters and returned to the dark room. "Can I help you?" Madoka asked me as she accompanied me into the converted bathroom. "Sure. Just hang up the film strips to dry as I remove them from the final rinse bath." With Madoka's help, I got the film developed and delivered to the client on time. At a nearby coffee shop, Madoka told me of Kurumi's weird dream. Although I was sure that it was only a coincidence, we decided not to make love near Kurumi again, in case she was the unwitting recipient of telepathic emissions coming from my mind. Madoka and I also came to a decision regarding our future plans. We decided that our best course of action would be to carry on as usual, with us living separately and carrying on our love lives with more discretion. But what is more important, we also settled on our joint ambition: to marry after graduation. In that manner, we were in complete harmony of agreement. As I gazed into my loved one's eyes, I could sense a commitment to a future together, from a chance meeting of two young teenage hearts, not so long ago. Glossary Chou-Nou-Ryoku-Sha The Japanese word for Super-Powered Person or ESPer. Genkan The foyer in Japanese architecture where shoes are removed before going indoors. Gochisou-sama "It was an Honorable Feast." The customary thanks at the end of a meal. Gokuro-sama "Thanks for your Honorable Trouble" To express appreciation for hard work. Hai The Japanese affirmative; in this usage, "Yes, I hear you." Ikenai Exclamation, sort of like "Oh no!" Itte-kimasu "I leave, intending to come back" A phrase used to depart one's residence. Itte-rasshai "Leave, and then come back" The usual response to Itte-kimasu Kyaa The romanized spelling of the Japanese sound of a girlish scream or squeal. Oba-chan "Auntie" Term of address normally used toward the sister of one's parent. Onii-chan "Dearest Elder Brother" The term of address to an elder brother. Oyasumi-(nasai) "Please have an Honorable Rest" To wish someone a good night. Endnotes i If you have to ask, I'm not telling! ii From the first movie, Kyosuke kept a stash of men's magazines under his bed. Now after the second movie, he has thrown them out. iii Taken from Shin Kimagure Orange Road first novel/movie. iv Information gleaned from the Shin KOR novel. v I took the liberty of naming Madoka's older sister Hiromi, in tribute to Madoka's CV, Hiromi Tsuru. vi The Mahou-no-Tama pendant was introduced in a previous story titled, "Mahou-no-Tama". vii Firstborn sons often have the additional responsibility as a fukei (written with the kanji for "father" and "elder brother"). viii "Bride" in this usage is more in the sense of a daughter/sister-in-law. The corresponding Japanese word is yome. ix Last seen in OAV titled "Hurricane; Akane, the Shape-Changing Girl!" x Love poem of Akiko Yosano (1878 - 1942). Excerpted from "Love Poems from the Japanese", translated by Kenneth Rexroth, edited by Sam Hamill, Shambala Pocket Classics, 1994. xi The work of an anonymous poet found in the collection known as the Manyoushuu. Also excerpted from "Love Poems from the Japanese". xii Another excerpt from "Love Poems from the Japanese", this one by Kakinomoto no Hitomaro. xiii Enma is the king of Buddhist Hell. He reputedly takes away the tongues of convicted liars. 2