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Noisy. That is the only word to describe it. Noisy. The classroom was noisy. If you get enough teenagers in a room together, you generate a large amount of sound. That is expected. This was an entirely different kind of beast. Momoi Satsuki walked into her first period classroom to this blast of vocal chaos and sat down with a strange mix of anticipation and exasperation. Today a new transfer student would start. This was reason enough for the students to be in an uproar. However, the added bonus of the new student being American was the metaphorical cherry on the tumultuous cake. Honda-sensei won’t be walking into a classroom this morning; he’ll be walking into a zoo.
Momoi sat at her desk for another 10 minutes before the teacher walked in. Honda-sensei realized his situation as soon as he walked in the door. His expression was akin to a rabbit that had been cornered by a pack of wolves. Frankly speaking, the other students had their own expressions to match the scenario. Students really didn’t have any compassion for first year teachers.
“Honda-sensei!”
“Where’s the new student?”
“Is it a boy or a girl?”
“Are they pretty? What do they look like?”
“Is it true they’re American?”
“What part of America are they from?”
“Honda-sensei!” “Honda-sensei!” “Honda-sensei!”
They just kept going and at this point, Momoi was getting a headache. One could only take so much noise for an extended period of time and poor Honda-sensei wasn’t sure what to do with a bunch of fangirling (including the boys) adolescents. He was currently trying to regain control of the classroom and failing the attempt. He situated himself behind the classrooms podium and loosened his tie. It was obvious he was trying to remain calm in the face of the mob. Momoi decided to take pity on the teacher and reached into her bag.
Within was a small air horn. She rarely had to use it, but sometimes Dai-chan wouldn’t wake up from his “studying” or the basketball club got a little rowdy; so she kept it in her bag just in case. This was one of those situations that classified as “just in case”. She made eye contact with Honda-sensei and he immediately covered his ears. Momoi pressed down on the horn lever and the sound emitting from the small device silenced the class. As soon as the horn stopped there was a knock at the door. A male voice spoke from the other side. “Honda-sensei, may I please come in now?”
Honda-sensei pushed his glasses back up his nose and took a fortifying breath as he straightened his tie and spine. He turned his head towards the door. “Just a second. Let me talk to the class first.”
“Okay, take your time.” The voice responded. It was accented and had a sort of lazy tone to it. It reminded Momoi of a mix of Dai-chan and Tatsuya Himuro from Yosen High. So the transfer student was male, she thought.
Honda-sensei turned his head back and faced the class. “Now class, yes we do have a new transfer student. Yes he is male and yes he is from America.” As he spoke he made sure to meet the eyes of every student. “From the little I’ve spoken to him, I’m sure he would be more than willing to answer all of your questions. He also plans to finish the rest of his high school career with us, so please don’t overwhelm him all at once. You will have plenty of time with him from here on out. I expect all of you to help him while he is here. He seems to speak our language very well, but I still want you all to take care of him while he adjusts.” The last person his eyes made contact with was Momoi before he turned back to the door. “You may come in now.”
The knob turned and the door swung open. Momoi wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it most definitely wasn’t the person walking toward the front and center of the room. His walk was not one of a teenage boy; it was the walk of a man. His back was straight and his shoulders were held back; each step was sure-footed and without falter. It was definitely a walk that expressed confidence. A walk that said “Just try it.”, but somehow refrained from being cocky. For a split second she thought it was Kise Ryota. It wasn’t, but this person definitely gave off the model/idol aura. He was tall and lean, with long legs. Like a 6 foot tall swimmer with sturdy shoulders and trim hips.
He wore the Too Academy uniform without the red striped tie and the top two buttons open; showing just a hint of his collar bone. He wore a black vest underneath the coat. It wasn’t part of the uniform, but it definitely showed off his firm chest perfectly. His left wrist held a silver dreamcatcher. Turquoise beads were worked into the woven strands and stones of the same color were imbedded in the dark brown leather straps encircling his wrist. Three small silver feathers decorated the small ring; making faint sounds as he moved.
Like Kise, he also had blonde hair; but while Kise’s hair was a bright yellow to match his eyes, this person had hair of bright spun gold. He wore it twisted up at the back of his head and held with a clip. It was very wavy even held up and two chunks were parted from the rest to frame the sides of his face. The left chunk trailed down to his shoulder in a corkscrew fashion, while the right brushed the edge of his chin with an equal curl.
He turned to the class when he reached his intended spot. Now Momoi could clearly see his face. He had normal eyebrows, but a shade darker than his hair. His smile was wide, showing all his teeth freely. At the corners you could see the faint beginnings of laugh lines. His eyes were different though. Where his hair was gold, his eyes were silver. Not grey, silver. The exact same shade as the dreamcatcher. They were deep in a way that spoke of experience, both trials and joys alike. They resembled a blade as they cut through the crowd before him with their sharp edge. Momoi was both intrigued and warry of those eyes.
“Hello everyone! My name is Reyes Nascha Gomez.” As he spoke he turned toward the board and picked up a piece of chalk. “But Honda-sensei and I talked about it and we decided you can just refer to me as Nascha.” He looks over his shoulder and smiles at the class. “In my ancestors language it means owl.” On the board he first writes out his name in English and below it the Kanji symbol for owl. “This way it will be easier for you to pronounce it and you won’t have to write out a ton of Kanji symbols.”
He turned back around to face the class. “Let’s see, what else should you guys know about me?” He scratches the back of his head as he says this. “As Honda-sensei said I am from America, Los Angeles to be specific. I am fluent in four different languages, including Japanese.” Wink. ”I don’t really play any sports, but I love art. Mostly sculpture, but I also dabble in figure sketching too. Other than that there isn’t much to know. I’m looking forward to spending time with you, so please take good care of me.” He took a slight bow at the end and the entire class (especially the girls) clapped. He came up from his bow and looked to Honda-sensei. “Honda-sensei, where should I sit?”
Honda-sensei stood up straighter and pushed his glasses up his nose. “A-Ah, right. Let me see here.” He looked out toward the rest of the room. Some (okay most) of the girls started clabbering to have the new student sit beside them, but Honda-sensei did his best to ignore them. “Hmm, why don’t you sit behind Momoi-san. Momoi-san will you please raise your hand?” Momoi did so and Nascha-san smiled at her as he walked forward. That smile somehow made her feel happy.
Nascha-san sat down and Honda-sensei turned towards the board. “Now class, let’s begin where we left off last week, can anyone tell me the difference between a participle fraise and a—“. Honda-sensei didn’t get to finish as the door slammed open and a dark-skinned figure trapesed in.
“Ah Aomine-san, I’m glad you decided to join us.” The “for once” part was left silently hanging in the air. “Though, next time please try to be here on time.” He turned back to the front and began asking the question again.
The only response Aomine gave was a grunt as he walked by to only flop into his desk. As Momoi expected he was asleep within thirty seconds of “sitting”. She turned sideways in her desk (Dai-chan’s desk sat directly beside hers) to smack her childhood friend awake, but stopped herself when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. It was Nascha-san. He had a strange look of confusion and extreme concentration on his face. His eyes were glued to Dai-chan as he slowly pulled a sketchpad and pencil case out of his bag. Slowly and very deliberately opening the sketchpad and starting to draw. He didn’t seem to notice the world around them let alone how Momoi was watching him. Dai-chan seemed to be taking up his entire attention.
Momoi wasn’t sure what to do at this point. She wanted to wake Dai-chan, but something told her Nascha-san would be less than impressed if she were to do so. In the end she simply turned back around in her seat and tried to make sense of Honda-sensei’s lesson. Why the English language had to be so weird she didn’t know.
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Momoi’s headache was coming back; with a vengeance. Barely 10 minutes into the day’s lunch break and her fellow students were already louder than they had been this morning.
Most of the girls in the class (plus a few from some different classes) had taken up residence behind her with Nascha-san. They were asking him any question under the sun and while Momoi was getting a headache, Nascha-san was taking it in stride. He answered all their questions honestly and politely. Frankly it didn’t look like anything they did would faze him. It was very apparent he was used to it.
Momoi didn’t know whether to be disgusted or impressed. Either way the headache was getting to be a problem. Maybe she should take her lunch outside today. She moved to get up, but was stopped by her less than discreet childhood friend.
Aomine slammed his hands on both edges of his desk. His face never left its’ surface and his eyes remained closed. “All of you fucking shut up!” Everyone visibly jumped at the sound of the desk getting slammed and shrunk back at his shout. Everyone except Momoi and to her surprise Nascha-san. “I’m trying to sleep and I can’t do that if you’re all baying like a pack of bitches in heat!”
Many of the boys in the class seemed unimpressed with Aomine’s treatment of the girls; but none of them seemed willing to get in a fight over it. Momoi could practically feel Sakurai-san holding in an apology. Like everyone else he seemed to be frozen from Dai-chan’s dickishness. The girls not gathered around the transfer student were either glaring at Aomine with indignation, or were suspiciously interested in their bentos. The girls around Nascha-san all looked like they wanted to cry. Momoi opened her mouth to tell Dai-chan off, but Nascha-san beat her to it.
The man at the center of it all leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. He looked at Aomine with an angry and snarky smirk on his face; one eyebrow raised.
His eyes laughed mockingly as they stared a hole into the back of Aomine’s head. “Oh, the poor baby can’t sleep.”
For a second Nascha-san was the only one in the room breathing. Even Aomine stopped. The entire room in a state of shock; someone had actually dared to insult him. Momoi knew this wasn’t going to end well; she only hoped Dai-chan didn’t take it too far and get suspended. Again.
Aomine slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and turned to glare at Nascha-san. “What did you say you little shit?”
Nascha-san just narrowed his eyes at Aomine. “Loud mouthed and hard of hearing? Aren’t you special.”
Aomine got up and walked across to Nascha-san, putting both hands on either side of his desk and leaning down in an attempt to intimidate him. “Listen here busu! You’re new, so here’s a bit of advice. Don’t. Fuck with me.”
The intimidation attempt didn’t work. As he said this Nascha-san moved forward to lay both elbows on the desk; his hands bent with his chin resting on them. His smirk took on a more lazy and superior tone. Like he could play with Aomine all day if he wanted to. “Are you blind as well as deaf? I am neither a dog or a woman.”
Aomine leaned even closer to Nascha-san’s face. “No, but you attract bitches like a dog.”
Aomine’s face was now mere inches from Nascha-san’s face; and while Aomine didn’t seem to notice, Nascha-san did. His smirk went from a lazy smile to a predatory and flirtatious grin in a second. Before Aomine could pull back, Nascha-san grabbed his chin and held it in place.
“Mm, you’re awfully close Sagozhuni. Perhaps it is not the girls giving me attention that bothers you. Maybe you want me to give you attention.” As he said the last word, he shifted his gaze to stare at Aomine’s lips as his tongue darted out to lick his own; nearly grazing Aomine's lips in the process.
Aomine’s expression changed from “royally pissed off” to “what the fuck”. He wretched his face out of Nascha-san’s grip. Nascha-san let him. With as much dignity as he could, he picked up his bag and stormed out of the room; throwing a “Baka!” on his way out the door.
Nascha-san returned to sitting back in his chair with both hands raised and placed behind his head. The smile on his face now satisfied, yet disappointed. His eyes followed Aomine as he left.
The class just sat there in stunned silence. No one besides Momoi had ever gotten away with talking like that to Aomine. Momoi was very surprised. She was also happy. It was about time someone else had showed up to put him in his place. There was only one thing to do.
Momoi put her hands together and started doing a slow clap. The rest of the class took it up moments later. It was safe to say Nascha-san had quickly become the most popular student in the class.
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Reyes was exhausted. How in the heck was he supposed to keep this up? It was only half-way through his first day and he already wanted to call it quits. Don’t get him wrong, all the girls were lovely young ladies; but Japanese girls had a ferociousness he wasn’t used to. The questions never seemed to end and while he tried his best to keep up a pleasant façade, he could physically feel his smile slipping. While he didn’t appreciate the form his liberation came in, he was thankful for it none-the-less.
Aomine Daiki was definitely a piece of work. A fine one that is. When he had first walked into the room, Reyes had mistaken him for someone of the Nations. He had dark tan skin you would almost never see on a Japanese native and blue hair so dark it was almost black. His eyes matched his hair exactly. He was built like a brave too. All tall and lean muscle. His mouth watered just thinking about it. Reyes let out a long sigh. Why was he only attracted to assholes?
Aomine’s treatment of the girls didn’t sit well with him. Reyes was half Native American from his mother’s side and half Spanish from his father’s side. Both halves of his heritage had instilled a respect for others, especially women. He couldn’t sit there and let him talk to the girls like that. No matter how much he wanted to tell them off himself.
Reyes outright pouted at the thought of their altercation. In all honestly, he had hoped Aomine would put up more of a fight; not run away with his tail tucked between his legs at the first sign of his “charm”. But what does he expect? This is Japan, not Los Angeles; they had a very different view on homosexuality here. Hell even in America, there were those vehemently against his sexuality. He knew all too well, how some resorted to violence.
Either way his show down with Aomine and the literal applause it caused had been enough to give him an opening. He took it and just walked out of the room. He took his lunch and walked around the school for a bit. Eventually he settled on eating his lunch under a small Sakura tree near the schools entrance. When he was finished he decided to explore the school some more.
He was currently climbing the stairs to the rooftop. He had promised Shi Ma he would draw the school for her. He fully intended to keep that promise and figured the roof would be the best vantage point to draw from. He reached the top of the stairs and opened the door.
The roof was exactly that. A roof. Flat and covering the entire top of the building. The only distinguishing thing about it was the little out building toward the left side. It was about the size of a normal classroom; standing about seven feet taller than the rest of the roof with a ladder attached to one side. Reyes shrugged and headed toward it. If he was going to draw from the roof, he was going to draw from the peak of it.
Reyes quickly scaled the ladder and stepped on top. He nearly fell backwards off “the peak” when he saw he wasn’t alone. On the other side of the platform seemingly dead to the world, was none other than Aomine Daiki.
He was laying flat on his back with his legs stretched out and his arms both thrown back above his head. He was snoring at random sporadic intervals. How Reyes hadn’t heard him he couldn’t fathom. His face was slightly turned to the side and he was drooling. It was frankly kind of impressive how much of the stuff there was.
Reyes narrowed his eyes and took out his sketch pad and pencil. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does, Reyes takes full advantage of it. The urge. Every once in a while he would have this overwhelming urge to draw or mold something. He had felt it earlier while Aomine was sleeping in the classroom and he was feeling it now. Maybe he had a secret Aomine sleeping fetish? Probably.
Reyes drew Aomine for about twenty-five minutes before he woke up. At first he didn’t realize Reyes was there. He stretched, pulling his legs up so his feet are flat on the ground, knees bent. Sitting up on his elbow he looked forward and his eyes widened in surprise. There, moving closer to kneel right between his bent knees, was the Blonde Baka transfer student. Maniacal grin firmly in place as he franticly scribbles on his pad of paper.
“What the fuck!” Aomine moved to get up, but Reyes pushed him back down with one hand. The other hand still clutching the sketch pad and pencil. Aomine didn’t know if he should be scared or impressed the guy could actually do that.
“Oh no you don’t. I have already been working on this sketch for almost a half hour and am nearly done. I intend to finish it, so lie back down like you were a moment ago like a good boy. And don’t forget the drool.”
Aomine just looked at him in confusion. He wasn’t sure if was processing what he was saying correctly. “What?”
Reyes just rolled his eyes before the predatory glint of a starving artist overtook them. “Sagozhuni. Assume the position!”
“WHAT?!?!” Aomine scooted backwards and out of Reyes’ reach. “No way in hell am I assuming any position for you!”
Reyes looked at Aomine with a surprised and happy grin on his face. So he can be fast with the right motivation. Chasing him might be fun. But that was for another time. Right now I need him to pose for my sketch.
Reyes adopted a blank unimpressed stare. An image of Kuroko popped into Aomine’s head when he saw it. He forced it from his head as Reyes started talking again.
“Sagozhuni, I just need you to lay back down and reposition your body into the exact pose you were in while sleeping. If you remain perfectly still, I shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”
Aomine just sneered at him. “Hmph! No.” He lay back down and started paging through a gravure magazine from his bag.
“Why not?” Reyes asked.
“Because I’m busy.” He said as he continued to flip through the magazines pages.
Reyes gave a less than delicate snort. “A minute ago you were napping. Now you are looking through the closest thing this country has to a playboy. You and I have a very different meaning for the term busy.”
Aomine continued to stare hard at the magazine. “Fuck off!”
Reyes sighed as he picked up his things and walked to the other end of the platform. Damn! It was the first in a long time I had gotten so into a drawing too. He sat down on the edge of the “peak” to scan the people down below. People had always been his favorite thing to draw. From up here I should find at least one person to draw. He continued to look down on the people for a few minutes before he started to sketch something new.
Meanwhile Aomine tried to enjoy his magazine and he couldn’t. He wasn’t used to other people besides Satsuki intruding on his space and Blonde Baka over there was making a lot of noise with his constant scratching. He tried unsuccessfully to ignore him for ten minutes before he gave in. That sound was only letting him think of one thing. “Hey busu!”
Reyes didn’t look his way, but he did start frowning down at his new sketch. Was that going to be his nickname from now on? Terrific. “We’ve already covered this Sagozhuni. I am neither and I am busy. Now what do you want?”
“Show me the picture.”
Reyes turned to look back at Aomine, then quickly turned back to his drawing and to continue sketching. “Pardon?”
Aomine sat up and placed the magazine down beside him. “That thing you drew of me. I wanna see it.”
Reyes stopped sketching and put the pad and pencil down. He turned his body to the side so he was facing Aomine. His flirtatious and predatory grin was once again on his face. “You want to see my thing do you? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
The underlining meaning wasn’t lost on Aomine. “Aho!”
Reyes only widened his grin. “I was actually thinking of our dicks, but I’m willing to negotiate.”
Aomine was about to tell the Blonde Baka he could go fuck himself, but his earlier response had him thinking better of it. In the end he didn’t say anything and just laid back down with his gravure magazine once again in his hand.
Reyes watched him lay back down and shrugged before once again resuming his sketch. “All right. If you’d rather look at fake boobs all day, suit yourself.”
What the fuck did the Blonde Baka just say? Aomine battled between his inherit laziness and his need/idiot instinct to defend his favorite idol. In the end, as it often does, idiocy won. “Horikita Mai-chan’s tits are huge, not fake. And there is no way you can tell the difference!”
“Yes. Yes I can and they are definitely fake.”
Aomine once again sat back up. “You didn’t even look at her pictures!”
“I saw the cover.”
Aomine stood up and stalked over to Reyes. “Alright Smartass! Explain it to me.”
Reyes put down his sketch and materials. He grabbed the magazine out of Aomine’s hand and motioned for him to sit down. Aomine sat down beside him while Reyes opened the magazine. He flipped through a few pages until he found a picture highlighting the idols breasts in a bikini.
“You see this area where the breast connects to the armpit?” He pointed to the area he was talking about.
Aomine nodded.
“This area contains breast tissue and therefore is proportioned to the natural size of the breast. When breast implants are inserted, they don’t change the breast tissue in the connective area to match the new breast size. Your idols’ breast size does not match her connective tissue. Therefore her breasts are fake.”
Aomine pulled the magazine out of Reyes’ hands to study the picture more closely. He could see what he was saying, but he just didn’t care and shrugged. “Whatever. Big tits are big tits. And big tits are the best!”
Reyes once again picked up his sketch. “Suit yourself. I’m more of an ass man myself.”
As Reyes puts the finishing touches on his sketch, the bell rings. He quickly stands up and gathers his materials before turning to Aomine. “Looks like lunch break is over. Are you coming Sagozhuni?”
Aomine just grunts in response and rolls over.
“Suit yourself.” Reyes walked toward the ladder. Instead of using it he instead jumps down, landing gracefully on his feet. As he walks across the roof toward the stairs, Momoi Satsuki appears around the corner of the “peak”.
Momoi watched him walk away and thought back over the conversation she just heard. Things were definitely going to get more interesting with Nascha-san around.
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Man, what a day. At least it was finally over. It took nearly an hour to get out of the shoe lockers with all the girls around. Please let them get over the “fresh meat” mindset quickly. I don’t know if I can keep this pace up on a permanent basis.
Reyes pulled out his phone and earbuds as he made his way home. He was still a little strung out from the days’ events and music was one of the best ways to calm him down. He scrolled through his playlist until he found one of his favorites. The opening guitar notes had a slight Spanish flare he enjoyed. He put the earbuds in and pressed play. Far From Home by Five Finger Death Punch started drifting through his ears. As he walked Reyes sang along.
“Another day in this carnival of souls,
Another nights end, ends as quickly as it goes.
The memories are shadows; ink on the page.
And I can’t seem to find my way home.”
It would be dark soon. Most people would take the shorter route home, but not Reyes. He enjoyed walking and enjoyed the outdoors even more. He was staying with a close family friend Vienna Bergman. She was honestly more of a sister than a friend. Vienna was currently attending her second year at Tokyo University. Her family owned a house and had generously offered Reyes a place to stay while he was here. Vienna being his registered guardian.
There are two routes from Vienna’s house to the school. The first one took about thirty minutes to walk, while the other one took about an hour. Reyes still preferred the second route. It took him through a park and garden. He wasn’t used to the lack of greenery Tokyo had and his daily walk quickly became his favorite part of the day.
“And it’s almost like,
Your heaven’s trying everything,
Your heaven’s trying everything,
To keep me out.”
He wasn’t alone in the park. There were many people. Some with lovers, while others rounded up their children from play equipment. A few where staring at him as he walked by. Some of the children even pointed. Was it his singing? I guess most people here wouldn’t hear English music too often. It must be weird for them to hear a random stranger singing as he walked through the park. His looks didn’t help him blend in much either.
“All the places I’ve been and things I’ve seen.
A million stories that make up a million shattered dreams.
The faces of people I’ll never see again.
And I can’t seem to find my way home.”
Reyes didn’t stop singing until a few girls tried to record him on their phones. Jeez, even outside of school they pester me. Who do they think I am, an idol? The rest of the song would have to wait for later. He pulled his earbuds out and shoved his phone back into his bag. At the end of the park was a set of stair leading down to a lower street level. Reyes forwent the stairs and instead hopped on the railing and launched himself at the flagpole grounded to the lower level. The girls tried to give chase, but couldn’t run down the stairs quickly enough to keep up. He slid down the flag pole and took off. He ran the rest of the way home.
As he approached the front door, the sound of thunder emanated from the other side.
“ROOF!”…….”ROOF!”………”ROOF!”………. not “ruff”………. ”ROOF!”
Reyes quickly opened the door, ran inside, and closed it behind him. He barely managed to close the door behind him before a giant mound of fluff tackled him to the entryway floor.
“Ugh….Hello Thor, it’s good to see you too buddy.”
Thor just continued to wiggle with happiness. On top of Reyes’s chest. Cutting off his breathing. Badly. Reyes attempted to push Thor off to no avail. “Thor. Buddy come on. I love you too, but I cannot breathe.” Thor just slobbered his hand and face with big puppy kisses. “I cannot take you for our walk later if I suffocate first.”
Thankfully, a shrill whistle came from the direction of the kitchen. At the sound, Thor immediately hefted himself off of Reyes and happily padded over to his master. After a minute or so of heavy breathing Reyes followed after Thor. He was happily laying down at his masters’ feet. Looking up at her, tail thumping against the floor as she stood at the kitchens’ island.
Vienna was already dressed for work in her usual lab coat over jeans and her favorite Black Sabbath T-shirt. She was a curvy girl. Standing at only 5’3ft. She had sizeable breasts and the hips to match. Her hair was currently held back in a ponytail; but normally the chin length, medium brown curls were let loose. Her milk chocolate eyes squinted as she concentrated on her task.
She had two things spread across the kitchen island. The first was a set of surgical tools; scalpels, tweezers, pliers, and even a small hand-saw. Presumably they were set out to be cleaned. The second was Vienna’s favorite and long-time squatter, Herbert. He was laid flat out on his back with his chest and stomach cavity gaping open. Purposely place around him were his internal organs, set out so the cleaner fluid could dry quicker. Vienna’s rectangular glasses glinted menacingly as she pulled out the last organ (his spleen), and proceeded to wipe it down with some disinfecting wipes before placing it beside its comrades.
She started to wipe down Herbert’s internal cavities and limbs as Reyes sat down at the island. “You know one of these days he will suffocate me.”
Vienna didn’t look up from her task as she spoke. “He’s just showing his love. And besides,” she pointedly glanced up at Reyes, “with your preference in men you should be used to big piles of baggage on top of you.”
Reyes just grinned devilishly at her. “As always you are right. So why did you let Herbert out of the closet?”
Vienna glanced down at her victim and started placing the organs back in their proper place before wrapping him up in a black plastic garbage bag. “I mentioned to the professor I had him and he asked me to bring him in to use in class. Thor was giving him kisses earlier so I thought I should clean him and my tools before heading in.”
“Oh, are you going in tonight? And shouldn’t the school have their own mannequins?”
“You’d think so, but I don’t mind. Lord knows I have enough to share. I don’t mind if they borrow him for a few days. And yes I am working tonight. Fujita-sensei at the Coronary Department called and he wants me to assist him in an autopsy. Apparently there was a body just brought in. It was found in one of the water lines and he thought I might find it interesting.” She had finished with Herbert and was now hand cleaning and polishing her tools.
“That figures, you would find any cadaver interesting. You’ll have to tell me about it when you get back. Did you have dinner yet?”
As she finished polishing each tool she carefully placed it back in its designated spot in her canvas tool holder. “Yes, I made lasagna earlier. I already ate, but I left you a plate in the fridge. I already fed Thor, so don’t give him any treats.”
“No problem, I should take him out for his walk now before it gets too dark.” Reyes stood up and walked backdoor.
“Alright, be careful.” Vienna rolled up her tool kit before placing it in her bag. She slung it over her shoulder and put Herbert under her arm before heading to the front door.
“Vienna. I will have Thor with me. I will be fine.” Thor recognized the leash and what it meant. He happily bounded over to Reyes so he could put it on his collar.
“He’s a German Mountain Dog. I’m not worried about either of you. I’m worried about the poor bastard that tries it.” With that she walked out the door.
“I’m more worried for the poor bastard who tries it on you.” He looked down at Thor. “Alright buddy, let us be off.”
An hour later Reyes and Thor made their way through the back yard gate and into the house. Thor was a big dog by American standards let alone Japanese ones. They took their walks along the backways so they wouldn’t scare too many people. Thor was a gentle giant and only wanted pets, but anyone seeing a dog his size barreling towards them would shit themselves. It was just easier to take the backway later at night. Less people.
Reyes took off his leash and hung it up on its hook. He then went to the kitchen to heat up his lasagna. Thor following on his heels. The microwave dinged and Thor wined. Reyes looked down at him with pity in his eyes. “I am sorry my friend. I want to give you some, but Vienna said no. No offence, but she scares me a lot more than you do.”
This speech didn’t deter Thor at all. Eventually Reyes had to retreat to his room to eat his supper in peace. He sat down at his desk with a sigh. Before tonight, sitting down to a nice clean and organized desk wouldn’t have been possible. Even though he had been in Japan for a month now, only yesterday had he finally waded through all the boxes piled along every wall and flat surface available; blocking out any view the windows might have provided.
Reyes sighed happily as he lifted his fork of lasagna toward his mouth. It made it about half way before it clattered back on the plate; dropping from his limp hand. “What. The Actual. Fuck.” Reyes stood up too fast, knocking his chair back and on the floor. He didn’t care. There was no way he was seeing this. NO. FUCKING. WAY.
There. In the next house over, perusing that same damn gravure magazine, was Aomine Daiki.
Reyes had a clear view from his window into Aomine’s own bedroom. His adjoining bathroom too. Neither room had any curtains. Was he really that lazy or did he just not care? Probably both. Reyes could see from his vantage point that Aomine couldn’t see into his own room. Vienna’s house was bigger and taller than the Aomine family’s. Reyes’s room on a higher level than Aomine’s. Therefore Reyes could look down and into Aomine’s room, but Aomine couldn’t look up into his. Excellent.
As he watched, Aomine put the magazine down and walked over to the bathroom. And started stripping. He started with his shirt working it over his head. His shoulders and chest muscles flexing as he worked it over his head. Dios Mio. Reyes could feel his dick twitching inside his pants. He turned his back to Reyes and slipped his pants and boxers off, giving Reyes a nice view of his ass. Reyes felt his heart rate kick up a few notches. Aomine had a perfect ass. Muscled but not too skinny or plump, nicely proportioned to his hips. There was no tan line either. The skin on his ass was the same shade as the rest of his skin. Did he sunbath naked?
I really shouldn’t be doing this. Really I shouldn’t…….fuck it. It’s not like I can control my perverted tendencies anyway. Besides, I’ll only ever get to look. That guy is so obviously strai-.
Reyes never got to finish the thought. Aomine turned around giving Reyes a full view of his penis. Even flaccid he was…….well endowed. Yep. He diffidently sunbathed naked. Seeing it resting against his shaped thighs caused his erection to notch up to nearly full mast. His breathing now labored. Only one thought entered Reyes’s mind.
“Sweet mother of chocolate. My body is ready.”