Chapter 35.5

July 4, 2017

Kicking my legs against the wall, I lay on my back with my legs splayed. Rise pokes me in the stomach, my jeans hugging my legs. I giggle softly as we wait together for the gang. I still haven't told any of them the news yet. We sit in the living room, Naoto in her bedroom frantically getting ready, her blue hair tossing small droplets of water against the windows and walls.

I stare over at the open shoji door in the back, the warm July air blowing against my bare skin. The sun sits lazily in the sky, shining into the living room and illuminating my light skin. Shirogane-san's speakers hazily drift music throughout the house. Bass thumps against the walls as I close my eyes, letting the beat take hold of my body. I tap my slender fingers against the floor to the beat.

I open my eyes to a boy standing in the hallway. His black hair flows effortlessly in the calm July wind.

Kanji: Yo.

I hear the pounding of feet, which is obviously Naoto rushing down the stairs. I glance over at her as she brushes back her ever-growing hair. It's reached her chest now, wavy and flowing in the wind. She smiles shyly at Kanji, and he grins his signature sideways smile. Behind him I hear the high-pitched voice of none other than Chie Satonaka, alongside Yukiko Amagi and Teddie the Bear. Even their summer attire causes them to show beads of sweat on their skin.

Chie: Hey! Where are the rest of the guys?

As if on cue, I hear the boyish laughter of mister Yosuke Hanamura, the sarcastic asshole son of the Junes manager. Beside him is the great Inaba hero, my boyfriend, Yu Narukami. He looks over at me and grins widely. As he saunters over to me, I roll backwards until my feet touch his shoulders gently. I can see Yosuke cringe slightly.

Me: Hey, chill. I literally JUST got a pedicure. My feet aren't THAT gross yet.

Yu: Uh...'Yet?' Are they normally gross...?

Yu glances down at me, his eyes wide in fear and disgust. I laugh heartily as he nudges my feet off him. My feet slam into the hardwood floor in front of him, and I get up to greet him.

Me: Of course not, babe. You just know I love to tease you.

I raise myself onto the balls of my feet, barely reaching Yu's face. He brings my face to his, our lips meeting warmly and affectionately. Everyone whoops and hollers happily as I wrap my arms around his neck, tense with the sinew of raw muscle.

Rise: Heyyy, c'mon now! Not everyone has someone they can do this with! You're just rubbing it in!

She pouts at us, her pink bottom lip protruding from her small mouth. Kanji laughs nervously as Yosuke jabs him in the ribs and whispers something in his ear. I smile against Yu's mouth, my eyes closing as our mouths move softly, just for a moment. He pulls away, his eyes smiling as well as his mouth.

Yosuke's attention suddenly flickers to the television, where a loud advertisement for a new bar in Okina City, called Curmudgeon.

Rise: Ooh, that looks like fun! We should totes go there!

All of a sudden, I hear the doorbell ring. Naoto rushes over to the door, slides it open, and I see two very familiar faces. Or rather, snouts. I gasp as my little Tabby cat runs into the house, his black coat presumptuously dropping clumps of fur to the floor. I don't care however, as I scoop him into my arms. I hear the clicking of nails, and look up to see my mastiff, Marlon, running towards me. I hug him too. 

Yu: W-What's this...?

I look up at him, my eyes brimming with tears and I smile.

Me: This is my family.

All of a sudden, Marlon's attention goes towards Chie, and she races towards the girl with the pixie cut, tackling her and licking her.

Chie: Oh my God, this dog is so cute! I want her!

I laugh, tears spilling from my eyes.

Me: Well, too bad. She's mine. Man...I never thought I'd see these fuckers again. I've been away from you two for too long, huh? Seems like you two are very best friends, all of a sudden.

Everyone laughs, flocking to my family to pet their fuzzy coats. I look over at the doorway, where a man in a business suit waits with a clipboard. I grin at him, and he smiles softly back at me.

Me: Thank you so much, you have NO idea how much this means to me.

He shrugs his shoulders modestly, and waves to me, walking away.

Me: Well, this is cause for celebration! Shall we head to that lil' bar, or are we just gonna mope around with my musty pets?

They laugh, slowly moving towards the door. I take that as a yes, and grab my purse from off the counter. I open the garage, finally unveiling my pride an joy, something I've wanted to own and ride for the past 12 years. It's a customized Porsche motorcycle, the chrome shining in the white light of the streetlights. I hear Kanji whistle in appreciation behind me, and grin. I smile, knowing that since I passed the motorcycle-riding test, I could finally ride this bad boy. I toss my hair over my shoulder, throwing on the motorcycling helmet. I hand one to Yu, who slides it on, flipping the visor down.

God, I can't help thinking how hot he looks. I grin as he gets on, and toss my keys to Yosuke, trusting him with my precious truck. Everyone piles in, and I climb on behind Yu. I wrap my arms around his midsection tightly, unwilling to let go.

Yu: Gotta admit, this thing feels cooler to be on than a fucking scooter. That shit is dorky as fuck.

Me: True dat.

As he revs the engine, I feel the hair on my body stand up. It's growl, it's purr, makes me shiver with excitement. And then...we take off. We shoot down the boulevard, racing towards the freeway. As we dart by the various houses, we see Dojima drive by us, his eyes widening as he sees us. I smile, unbeknownst to him under my helmet. The crisp night air grasps as my skin, making my body tremble in the cold. I pull myself to Yu tighter, his back warm against my chest.

As we merge onto the freeway, I look around at everyone else, the lights, the flow of free traffic, sparse cars driving past us. The seem to only be the late mothers and fathers just getting off work and picking up dinner on the way. The lights of the streetlights race above us as we shoot along the motorway.

Behind us, we hear the whoops of our classmates as they shoot past us. I flip up my visor, eyebrows fusing together.

Me: You better not wreck my baby, Yosuke!

He laughs as he keeps going, getting off at the Okina City exit, the bright city lights meeting my eyes. It's my first time being here, and my heart pounds with excitement. The bike under me growls as we shoot off the exit, the overpass taking us higher, until the city lights become obvious and greet me.

We snake through city streets, the bike attracting the attention of many passerby pedestrians, shoppers and partiers. The engine growls, and I see the Dodge turn off the main road onto a side street, pulling into a convenience store parking lot.

As Yu pulls into the the crammed parking lot of the Okina City mall, I look over at the hopelessly drunken people stumbling to find their cars in the sea of honks and flashing lights. As Yu sticks the kickstand firmly in place under the expensive and unique bike, I catch a whiff of his cologne, and my breath catches in my throat. It smells of fresh summer fruits; strawberries, pineapple, and watermelon. The intoxicating fragrance is overpowering, but not in the sense that I assume he put on too much. It's more pleasant, a reminder of home.

I tug the biking helmet from my head, brushing my sweaty blonde locks from my face. As we tuck our helmets under our armpits, he takes my hand in his. He pulls my lanky body towards his, and wraps his arm around my shoulders. I hear the growl of my truck rumble from across the lot, and hear the excited whoops of my colleagues. I turn around to face them, a grin chocked full of excitement on my face.

Me: What took you so long?

Yosuke grins, holding up his hands, full of plastic bags. I see various wrappers poking from out the top.

Yosuke: Grabbed some snacks and shit while we were at the store, really quick, in case this club turns out to be a bust.

I chuckle, cracking my tense knuckles, releasing some of the pressure bottled up in my body. Excitement wracks my brain, and I'm eager to get in there. Maybe it's because I remember what happened the last time they went to a club. They acted so drunk, when really they didn't have a drop of alchohol. It was quite comedic, but enticing enough where if you're a fangirl like myself, it's undeniable that you wanted to be there too.

Yu: Yosuke, did you buy what I asked you to get?

We all look over at Yu, who has a look of determination on his face. Yosuke sighs, pulling a box from one of the bags. It's sticks. As in, King's Game sticks. We all let out a groan, and Yu grabs the sticks from Yosuke's hands hungrily, tugging a black Sharpie from his back pocket. He tries to color each one frantically, but I tug on his elbow, and he caps the pen, sighing sadly. We all walk towards the entrance to the mall.

I'm surprised when we walk in. Black marble fountains catch my eyes first, the color of the water changing constantly. As it changes from red to blue to purple to green, dozens of people crowd around it. Their arms are full of shopping bags and various foods and beverages, and everyone seems to want to talk as loudly as possible.

Yosuke: God damn, this place has really changed since we came here last...

Chie scoffs mockingly at his remark.

Chie: I wonder why....? Maybe it's because we haven't been here in a year, dummy. Ooh, something smells good...Smells like steak...

Yosuke laughs, and I relieve one of the bags from his grasp, just so there's no risk of him dropping it. It's then that we round a corner, and we see why there are so many people. A line of people stretches all the way into a womens' boutique, which piques my interest. Hey, maybe later. I hear Yosuke sigh overdramatically.

Yosuke: Well, shit...Looks like we've got to go home...

He begins turning around to head back the way we came, but Rise and I block him. Chie grabs him by his shirt collar, dragging him to the end of the line. A massive, burly bouncer stands at the entrance, letting people in one by one. From inside the club, I hear the loud thumping of the bass and screeching. I hear the voice of someone familiar, and a guy's voice conversing with her, and I turn around curiously.

Ai: Oh, c'mon, Kou...Please...?

Kou groans, on the verge of giving up completely.

Kou: You know what, no. I'm tired of you always bossing me-Wait. Yu!

He waves down my boyfriend, ditching Ai like a sack of potatoes with a look that makes her looks like a strangled cat on her face. Kou grins, clapping Yu on the back.

Kou: It's been a while, Yu!

Yosuke: Not really, man. We kind of just saw each other the other day at school.

Kou: Well anyways-thanks for the interruption, Yosuke—Yu, this club? What do you think of it?

Yu: Well...I dunno really...I was kinda dragged here.

 Dragged here? You rode my $400,000 motorcycle here, dummy! Nobody dragged you here! You came by your own will, I think to myself. I hear the distant shouts and hollering of people in front of us in line, and I break free of the dream-like state. I pop onto relevé, peering over the crowd's heads. I see a flash of pink, then of blue, then of black, then-finally-brown hair slip through past the bouncer.

Yosuke: What the hell's going on?

The guys try to see what's going on, and while they're distracted, I slip into the crowd, pushing my way through the masses. As I move forward, the screaming seems to increase. Damn it, I think. They must have flashed the god-damn bouncer to get in. I sigh, psyching myself up to push myself through to the guard. My face goes hot as I try to clear my head with deep breaths. I pull my shirt over my head, revealing my bare skin. As quickly as I pulled it up, I shove the shirt back down. The screaming and gasps start again, and as the bouncer stands there, mystified, I move past him into the club.

Inside, hundreds of people gyrate on an illuminated dance floor. At the bar, no hand-stamper waits with my handcuffs in a police car, so I push through the crowd to grab a drink. I feel hands all over me, making my teeth grind together and my skin crawl. All these sweaty, filthy bodies dance sloppily on each other, boys and girls and people of undefinable genders all piling into one orgy circle weirds me out.

Me: One dirty martini, please.

Bartender: Coming right up.

Within seconds, he tosses me a martini from down the bar, winking and mouthing, on the house. I nod gratefully, and flash him my award-winning smile. He grins back, his oddly tanned skin a bold comparison to his bleach-white teeth. As I take a sip of my drink, I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders, tugging me violently.

Me: Hey! Stop! Let go of me!

My assailant giggles, letting out a high-pitched girly squeal. I turn around, and Rise meets my eyes, her hazel eyes glowing in the low lighting.

Rise: Don't sorry, silly! I'm not here to rape you. Come on!

She gestures for me to follow her into a room concealed by a black curtain. We slip through it, which gives way to a very pink and black room. Pink frilly couches contain Naoto, who is obviously at home already. On an armchair opposite to her, Teddie listens to whatever story she's telling animatedly. Naoto's voice is exceedingly loud, most likely due to the half a dozen empty shotglasses on the table. Or maybe she isn't drunk, because this damn music is deafening, and I would be yelling over it too.

Wait. Why is Teddie here? Shouldn't he be waiting in line with the other guys...? Unless...

Me: Oh God, don't tell me you let Teddie come with you.

Chie and Yukiko look away bashfully, and Naoto chuckles nervously.

Naoto: T-Teddie followed us...? You mean...He...saw us...?

Me: What, did you guys not notice?!

Chie: Oh my GOD, Teddie! Y-You pervert! You better not tell the guys we did this!

Teddie: Well...I don't help damsels for free...You have to give me something...

Yukiko: HELL no! Pervert!

Teddie: N-Not like that, Yuki-chan! Please, don't hurt meee! I'm BEAR-y sorry! Pleeease! I won't tell them!

Chie: Fine, but you owe us.

I hear the faint jingling of keys, and all of our heads snap to the curtain.

Yosuke: I'm telling you dude, that's not how it is, okay!?

Kanji: Sure, man. Whatever.

Yu: Yosuke, I don't really think it's in your best interests to lie-Oh. Hey ladies. Teddie.

Chie, Yukiko, Rise, Naoto, and I cross our arms, and we all shoot a glare at Teddie.

Yu: So...What was that about?

Yosuke: Yeah, why'd you ditch us and move up to the front?

Kanji: And how'd you get past that big-ass bouncer dude?

Naoto: W-What do you-

Teddie: Sensei, I can't do this! They all showed the bouncer their boobies to get in!

Girls: TEDDIE!

Chie: Okay...NOW YOU DIE!

Yukiko tries to refrain Chie from attacking Teddie, but is having a hard time through gritted teeth and slit eyes of fiery rage.

Yosuke: Damn it! Teddie, you lucky bastard! Teddie, what was it like?!

Me: NO. NO. NO. NO! YOU DON'T NEED TO FUCKING KNOW, OKAY?!

Teddie: It was great...Naoto...she...

Kanji stiffens up, his nose streaming with blood as Naoto frantically covers his mouth with her hand. Yu nudges him and Kanji excuses himself. Naoto yelps as he licks her hand, and she pulls away.

Teddie: Chie...

I see the slight flicker of lust in Yosuke's eyes...? What? Does he-No. Impossible. Right?

Teddie: Rise, and Yuki-chan all showed us their BEAR-y magnificent jugs!

Yosuke: Sweet. Wait, what about Sasha?

I look away, a scowl growing on my face.

Yosuke: Okay, so can we all confirm that she did too...

Rise: Okay, shut the hell up. All of you. Let's just have a good time.

Yu takes me by the arm, pulling me aside.

Yu: You did it too...?

Me: Yeah.

Yu: Why...? Why did you just...make it open for everyone?

Me: What, did you think I can't do something on my own intuition? I'm sorry, but I need a drink.

Yu sighs, and his arms wrap tightly around my torso. I bury my head in his shoulder, taking in his magnificent cologne. I plop down on the couch next to Naoto, my drink already half-empty.

Me: So, Rise. You get free drinks here?

Rise: Well, I promised that owner-bartender guy that I'd perform here to increase his business, so...I dunno. I guess.

Me: Wait, that dude at he bar was the owner?! He looks like, our age!

Rise: Nah, he's 23. His name's Len Tarumi. Yeah, he told me that he used to go to Yasogami himself.

Me: Wow, got all that in like 2 minutes, huh?

Rise: Well...Yeah. People I guess just like me.

Me: Impressive.

I knock back the final remnants of my drink, picking another full one off of the table beside me. I feel my cheeks beginning to warm, hued pink with slight intoxication.

Teddie: Guess what time it is...

We all give him a blank stare, thumping bass emanating from the outside.

Teddie: It's time for the King's Game! Sensei, prepare the chopsticks!

Yu quietly and solemnly prepares them, pulling each individual fiber of wood from the packaging. He hands them to Teddie, who holds them in front of me. I pull a stick, and he moves on to the others.

Teddie: Ready...and...look at your sticks!

I look at my chopsticks, the bare birch laying sadly in my palm.

Me: Not me...

Yosuke: Me either. Yu?

Yu: Nope. Yukiko? Rise?

Yukiko: It's not me, or Chie either.

Rise: No...I'm not the king...Wait...wouldn't...if a girl was the king, wouldn't she just be the queen? Okay, two people left—Naoto?

Naoto looks up, a grin on her face.

Naoto: It's Kanji.

We all look over at Kanji, who wears a smirk on his face.

Kanji: ...Uh...

Rise: Suck face! Suck face!

Yukiko joins in on the chant, their cheeks blooming red. Kanji groans in defeat.

Kanji: Fine. Number 5...come 'ere...

We all holler as Naoto stands up, walks over to Kanji, and brings her face down to his, their lips meeting. Naoto pulls away giggling, and Kou claps Kanji, dumb-founded, on the back. Naoto sits back down beside me, her body trembling with energy. I pull my bag out, laughing.

Me: You guys'd never guess what I smuggled in...

I pull a small bag out of my purse, filled with small, heart-shaped candies. I tug open the Ziploc, and pop one into my mouth, giggling.

Kanji: Are those what I think they are?

Me: Now, everyone take at least one. You'll feel weird after a couple minutes.

The group each takes one and passes it around, but when the bag gets to Yosuke, he passes it on. 

Chie: C'mon, Yosuke. Don't puss out. We're all doing it, you have to too.

He groans, then takes two or three out and begins munching on them.

Teddie: Weren't we playing the King's Game before all of these illegal shenanigans?

Rise: Teddie's right! *hic* We should go back'ta playing!

Chie: Well let's play the damn game, then!

As we all draw a stick, I feel Yu inch closer to me from across the couch.

Teddie: Yes! This bear's the king! Number 5, come, let me take a nibble at your skin!

Kanji: Oh HELL no! Not this again! I was having a good night, too! HELL no!

Teddie: A bear's chastity: 

True love needs a sacrifice 

Just for you, Sensei.

Kanji: No! Not this shitty, cheesy haiku again!

Kanji desperately tries to shove away from Teddie, falling off of the couch, crawling towards the exit. Teddie tackles him, nibbling at his thick neck. Kanji moans in defeat. Rise laughs maniacally. I am terrified.

Naoto: Now! I'm the king! I must know one final thing before I know I will pass the fuck out! Kanji—

Kanji looks up, a blank stare on his face.

Naoto: Do you like my boobs?

Kanji's face drops, his eyes widening in fear as I see sweat starting to drip from his brow.

Kanji: What the hell kinda question is that?!

We all begin bickering, everyone shouting over each other.

Yukiko: The walls are all rainbow!

Chie: I will beat you, Yosuke!

Kou: Sounds kinky.

Chie: What did you just say to me?!

Kou: Nothing!

Chie: That's what I thought!

Naoto: Okay! Gonna pass out now!

The room goes silent as Naoto collapses to the floor, her butt stuck in the air. Poor girl.

Rise: What a parrrrty poooooper!

Me: Hey! Be niiiice!

Yosuke: Next, Yu should give someone a piggyback ride. Just to make this one jeallllllloussss...

Me: Or...no-

Yu: I'm in. Everyone, draw.

Me: Yu!

He shoots me a hard grimace, an indeterminable look of anger in his eyes. I huff with submission as we each draw a stick.

Yu: Number 4...get over here.

 Damn it, I'm number 6...I had a feeling this might happen...Rise shoots up, grinning. No...no...no...no...

Rise: It's Yosuke!

Yosuke: I really don't think this is how the game works! I'm trippin' too hard to do this—wait! No!

Yu picks Yosuke up, carrying him on his shoulders, nearly toppling over.

Yosuke: Yu, god-damn it! Put me the hell down, moron!

Me: No, don't put him down. I'm enjoying this. Happy, Yosuke?

Yosuke: Hell no, I'm not! Damn it, Yu!!!

*Later, back at the house*

Yosuke: Damn it, I'm gonna be fucked up 'til tomorrow. I should go sleep this shit off. 'Night, guys.

Chie: Yukiko and I are gonna go with him. I'm spending the night with her, anyone wanna come?

Rise: Ooh, me! I wanna come!

Kanji: Man, I'm going home too. I've got to work in the morning.

Yu: Night, guys.

The gang disperses, each heading their separate ways. Naoto goes upstairs, and we hear her bedroom door close gently.

Me: You gonna leave, too?

I start to walk up the stairs, towards my room, but Yu grabs my wrist. I look over at him, and what I see is terrifying.

Yu: I'm sorry I was a dick, Sasha...

Me: Yu...chill. Please?

Yu pulls me toward him, his body warmth emanating heat towards me. He brings my face to his, our lips pressing tightly together. He begins to push me back up the stairs, towards my room. We close the door on our way in, flicking on the light. I feel his tongue graze my lower lip, and my skin crawls with excitement. I pull him further into me, his chest pressing against mine desperately. His hands move to the back of my neck, where he twines his fingers in my hair. I cup his face in my hands, his sweaty skin slipping against me. Our tongues collide, and I smile against his warm mouth, which tastes sweet like booze.

He moves his mouth away from mine, moving swiftly down to my neck. I feel him graze his tongue against the hot skin, and I shudder.

Me: Yu...Why did you do that...to me...?

Yu pulls his mouth away from my neck, a look of irritation on his face.

Yu: Shut up, Sasha. Just—don't talk...

Me: Okay...

His mouth races along my skin, his hands moving down to my hips, where he begins to push my shirt up. My skin breaks into goosebumps, and I shiver. He manages to pull my shirt over my head without barely breaking away from my skin. He pushes me back onto my bed, where he plants his legs on either side of me.

Me: Yu, I think...We're going a bit too fast...

Yu: Just go with it.

I shudder as he rests his weight on my hips, his "package" resting tightly on me. His mouth moves against my sweaty skin as he fights with my bra, which after many attempts—I do it myself. It unhooks with a satisfying click and he swoops down onto my bare breasts. I feel one hand cup me, and I lean back into the bed, whispering his name softly as his mouth continues to move downward.

All of a sudden, I hear the creak of my door. His head pops up in surprise as Naoto's face in the doorway goes bright red. She slams the door, screaming apologies as Yu meekly tries to pick up my bra. I cover my chest with my hands, a feeble attempt. He tosses me my undergarments, his face a deep shade of crimson.

Yu: S-sorry...You were right...We are taking things a bit...too...fast...

He stops mid-sentence as his gaze finally drops to my breasts. I look away meekly as he clears his throat awkwardly.

Yu: You...uh...You're pretty stacked.

I let out a chuckle, pressure in my chest subsiding.

Me: You can say that again.

Yu: You're pretty fuckin' stacked...Like..Jesus...

Me: Okay, now get out. See you tomorrow. Go sleep off your buzz. Text you later.

Yu: 'Kay. Later.

He gets off my bed, walking awkwardly out the door, booming down the steps. I quickly throw on my shirt as Naoto peers into the room, scowling at me.

Me: What?

Naoto: You're an imbecile.

Mako got a hard-on while writing this ;)

Things are getting too hot in here. I kept things a bit PG-13, but not for too much longer....

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