crossingfield | will the real anime protagonist please stand up

[ ah, it's sunny out...

you know, as i get older i realize the days just start to blur together. i can't really tell one day from the next 'cause it's all the same to me. i do the same things over and over again that everything i do has lost meaning to it.

i wake up, i eat breakfast, i go to school, come home from school, sit around and play some games while i do my homework, eat dinner somewhere along the way and i go to sleep.

and then it repeats, just like that, every day. and it's been like this for, what, i dunno -- half of my life? and then this is just going to keep on going for... however long i'm alive for. it's really boring, isn't it? living that kind of life.

which is why, right at this moment, i sigh heavily. before me stands perhaps the greatest obstacle of my day: a hill that i must climb in order to reach the school campus.

ugh, anything but this...

it's true, this route could easily be avoided -- if i wake up early enough, i could take the longer way around, or if i had a bicycle i could just bike my way up the hill, or if i had friends who lived in my neighborhood, they could walk up with me and it wouldn't be so boring.

except it's all too much trouble and i'd rather not waste my time. it's going to be more work to figure out an alternative. best not to prolong the inevitable, either -- i'm going to have to climb this hill for the next two years of my life anyway.

it's way too early for this.

i take my first step -- left foot first -- and just as my foot is about to hit the ground, my right foot just about to push off to take the next step, something odd happens. it takes me by surprise and i stumble, losing my balance after not even one single step and i fall to the ground, my ass meeting the pavement that i would have been treading along had things... gone to plan, i guess.

something rustles from the bushes to my right, and within a moment's notice something i've never seen before comes out from it. a dark puddle or blob or something moves to the left, a little, then to the right. it stops, moves forward and then moves back... and looks right at me.

-- panic settles in --

what the hell is going on right now? why is it looking at me? shit --

why is this happening to me? ]

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O-Oi, what makes you think I'm not wearing cute panties? Shit, wait - that came out wrong - I'll be there! Jeez.

[ Shiro hangs up, blushing. It only takes her a second to slip something else on besides pajama shorts and a tank-top and she's off. Her parents question where she's going pretty late in the night but she dismisses them and just says, "I'll be back tomorrow morning!".

Good thing it's a weekend night.

The walk to Kyouko's never really seemed that long to her, but Shiro's walking and taking buses and doing some more walking... Tonight's a night where she feels a little lonely. Not seeing Kyouko for a while has done some damage but... she's about to her now, right? That's something to look forward to.

She's in short shorts and a graphic tee, hair already a little longer than when they first met.

She opens the door - Kyouko gave her a spare key - and walks in quietly towards the kitchen ]

Oiiiiiii. [ Sniff, sniff ] It smells good already. You work fast.

[Kyouko, on the other hand, basically still is in her pajamas - short shorts and a tanktop, since it's hot - with an apron tied around her. It's not exactly naked aproning, but there's a bit of skin.]

The walk's kinda long, so I figured you'd be hungry when you got here. So I started right away.

[She doesn't quite look at Shiro yet - gotta make sure the chicken's frying right - but then she glances up at her, and she drops everything to walk over to her, hug her tight, stroke her hair.

She holds Shiro very close, against her chest.]

I won't hurt you again, okay? I mean, I can't promise I won't do anything stupid, but I won't insult you, or attack you, or anything like that. Okay? I'm promising you that. If I break that promise, kick me in the shins or something.

How thoughtful.

[ Shiro falls against her the moment she's hugged, and presses her face against the side of her head. Embracing Kyouko is a lot nicer now that she's been away from it for a few days. ]

Yeah. You know I'm good with promises, so - hope your shins are ready.

[ She hugs Kyouko a little longer, arms wrapped around her neck, face against her shoulder now. Shiro takes in her scent, misses what Kyouko smells like, then sniffs again...

And sniffs one more time... ]

Is something burning?

...

Oh, shit.

[Kyouko breaks the hug, hurries over to the chicken. Thankfully, it isn't on fire or anything - the sauce just got a little. Frazzled.]

Uhm, it might be a little more sour than usual... [Kyouko cuts the heat, blows on the pan a little - or a lot - than takes a sniff.]

Yeha, it's. Fine. A bit crispy, but it's fried, it's good when it's crispy. [That's a good justification.]

So! What panties are you wearing? [Kyouko winks. This is a smooth way of getting off the topic of her fuck-up, right.]

Jeez, pay a little more attention to your stove next time.

[ "Next time." That's a good sign. ]

Well, I guess I'll eat it still, since you went through the trouble of making it for me. [ She grins a little sheepishly, sits down at the table. Food, food! ]

Hmmm... don't wanna say~ Surprise yourself later or something.

[ Is she insinuating something?? ]

Of course you're gonna eat it still. Good quality chicken isn't cheap...

[Kyouko sighs as she prepares the food, sets a plate - with a big helping of chicken and sauce - in front of Shiro, and sets a more modest serving on her end.

And then suddenly ducks her head under the table, trying to catch a glimpse of her panties - those shorts had to ride up a little when she sat down, right?]

Yeah, yeah. Hey, can I get some rice with this, too?

[ Too bad, Kyouko.

Shiro's legs are squeezed together!! ]

Drop something down there? [ Look how innocent she is ]

Yeah. [Her dignity.]

Since you asked so nicely, you can get some rice. [By which she means she's just pour a bit of rice onto Shiro's plate. No bowl for you.

Once that's done, she sits down opposite Shiro, takes a small bite of her chicken experimentally. She's kind of awkward with chopsticks (she blames her American blood), so she's just. Using her fingers.]

Tastes fine to me.

Thanks.

[ And Shiro... is pretty much stuffing her face. She didn't eat much at the dinner table at home, so she's pretty hungry.

While she's chewing with a mouth full, she nods. ]

Tastes great! Maybe I should just eat this a little crispier from now on.

[ What are good manners ]

Crispier is one thing, but I won't burn it again. [Huff. Kyouko takes pride in her cooking! She even likes watching cooking shows.

And she doesn't mind Shiro's complete lack of table manners. She's just happy she likes it.]

Even if it comes out fine, it leaves a kind of nasty smell all over my nice stove.

We'll clean it up later.

[ She reaches over the table, picking up a piece of Kyouko's chicken and holds it up to her mouth. ]

'Ahhh.'

[ Look, isn't that cute? Shiro's feeding her. ]

I'm not five, you know.

[But she opens her mouth wide, anyway.]

Ahhhhn~ [So cute, Kyouko.]

Pfff. Cute.

[ And once both of them have stopped chewing and swallowed their food...

Shiro leans in for a kiss! ]

Love you.

will the real anime protagonist please stand up

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