Alright, enough of my fangirling. I apologize, but I think I've said before that I wish real guys were like anime boys! Oh, and to put things into perspective, there's a party at Kid's place and Maka, Liz, and I force everyone to play Seven in Heaven but Kid freaks out about the symmetry so we make it eight minutes instead. Also, this time it's girls' choice.
Here are the stories! I hope you enjoy them! I'll keep posting more because I do think they're helping a little bit and I'm kind of enjoying them. I feel like they're starting to slowly get better, but I'm pretty sure Justin's is the best one I've done yet. (^_^)
- Turtle-chan
Justin Law:
You
walk in and hear the music blaring and see Soul with his impressive selection
of records. I guess he’s the D.J. tonight.
He notices you walk in and waves at you, shouting,” Yo, (y/n)! About time you showed up!”
You
grin at him and shout back,” Sorry, last time I came to one of these parties,
Kid had a total freak out because my makeup wasn’t perfectly symmetrical, so I
tried to get it right this time!”
You
both laugh and then Soul goes back to D.J.-ing and you move on further into the
room. You see Patty and Black*Star
eating all of the food Tsubaki cooked and Crona is getting beaten up by
Ragnarok. Tsubaki watches all four of
them, looking concerned. You
chuckle. Maka, Kid, and Liz are over in
a corner, having a conversation with me.
We notice you and wave before resuming our conversation and you wave
back. Dr. Stein and Spirit are sitting
on a sofa, talking and laughing. Dr.
Stein is smoking and blowing skull-shaped clouds into the air. They
seem drunk. They wave at you and
Spirit tries to call you over until Stein hits him upside the head. You mouth a “Thank you” at him and move
on. You notice Justin leaning against
the wall, right next to the blaring speakers and Mifune is by himself, leaning
against the wall in a dark corner.
You
decide to go join Justin, standing against the wall on the other side of the
speaker he’s next to, feeling the bass thumping in your chest. You glance over and see Justin looking at
you. “I love this song,” you shout to
him.
He nods
and his lips twitch into a small smile.
“Me, too. It has a good beat,” he
responds, tapping his foot. You notice
that he isn’t wearing his headphones and it strikes you as strange.
Before
you get a chance to ask about it, Maka and I run out into the middle of the
room with Liz and a black pillowcase.
“We’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, guys!” we shout.
“NO! MAKE IT EIGHT! I BEG OF YOU!” Kid screams from across the
room where he is curled up in a ball and crying for some reason. Another OCD attack, probably.
“Alright,
Eight Minutes in Heaven, then!” we
say. You look around and notice
everyone’s expressions which range everywhere from excitement to confusion to
disgust. “We’re playing girl’s choice
tonight, so all the girls need to reach into the pillowcase and pull something
out to select your man! (Y/n) is going
first!”
You try
to shake your head and blend into the wall, but we drag you over and shove your
hand into the pillowcase, laughing as you grimace. “No peeking,” we remind you excitedly.
You
feel something cool and flexible in your hand and you pull it out. It’s a pair of black earbuds with little
Shinigami-sama masks on them. Justin’s headphones. So that’s where they went. We squeal
with excitement because we’d really been hoping to put you two together. Maka grabs you by the arm and pulls you along
and I grab Justin. We shove you into one
of Kid’s guest bedrooms and shut the door behind you. “Se-no, eight minutes!” we remind you before
we run off giggling back to the others.
The
lights are off and you’re disoriented, but you want to give Justin back his
headphones. “Um, hey, Justin. Here, I have your headphones if you want them
back or whatever…” you tell him lamely, reaching out into the dark.
You
hear the shuffling of fabric and then he bumps into you from behind and you
start to fall. Justin manages to catch
you by the shoulder and pull you back upright.
“Sorry, (y/n)-san,” he says in a soft voice. You guess that’s the effect of him not having
his super loud music on. “Thanks for
giving the headphones back.” He releases
your shoulder and you hear more rustling before a soft glow penetrates some of
the darkness as Justin turns on his diePod.
You hear the familiar thrumming of his too-loud music and you
smile. He uses the light from the diePod
to find the light switch and he flicks it on.
You
both stand there blinking for a moment and you say,” Thanks for the light.”
Justin
nods and walks over to you, removing one of the earbuds from his ear and
holding it out to you. “Here, I have a
song I want you to hear. I think you’ll
like it,” he tells you.
You
take the earbud and put it in while Justin changes the song and reduces the
volume to a level you are comfortable with.
The song is a sweet little acoustic number, much different than what he
usually listens to—“Step Up.” It’s the
kind of music you like to listen to when you’re alone: a little bit sad and
kind of romantic. You find that you’ve
closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat, smiling.
“Would
you care to dance?” Justin asks you quietly.
You suddenly realize how close you two are standing, sharing his
headphones. He’s looking down at you
with his usually vacant blue eyes, but they’re perfectly focused now.
You
look up at him and smile a little.
“Sure,” you reply.
He
rests his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him as you reach up and
place you hands on his shoulders. You start
swaying together to the beat and Justin looks embarrassed. “To be honest, I don’t really know how to
dance,” he admits sheepishly. “I just
thought it was the right thing to say at that point.”
You
giggle a little and say,” Neither do I, but I’m fine with just doing this.”
His
cheeks turn a little pink, but he keeps staring at you intently. He tries leading you in a slow circle in the
middle of the room and you’re starting to get lost in his eyes. Neither of you speak for a while and you
vaguely wonder if there’s something wrong.
“What’s the matter?” you ask him, your voice sounding muffled under the
music.
“Nothing,”
he says smiling softly. “I am just
enjoying the good music and even better company.”
Now
it’s your turn to blush and you glance down at your feet and his making
patterns on the floor, moving slowly and in unison. You’re both quiet as the song switches over
to another song and as you listen to it, you realize it’s even more romantic
than the last one. You secretly love
this kind of stuff and you wonder how Justin knew about it since you’ve never
told anyone and you don’t let people look at your diePod. You look up at him and open your mouth to
speak, but you’re silenced by his lips pressing softly against yours.
He
gives you one slow kiss before pulling back.
“I'm sorry. I had to do that at
least once,” he tells you, averting his eyes.
“N-no. Don’t be,” you stutter, gawking up at
him. You had not seen that coming.
Justin
looks at you again, smiling mischievously.
“And why do you say that, hm, (y/n)-san?” he asks you, his voice
dropping low and sounding a little rougher than usual, giving it a sexy edge.
You
blush, not having considered that he might ask you that very question. “Well I…
I didn’t mind it, I guess,” you tell him noncommittally.
You
hear him chuckle as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to
him, so that your chest is pressed against his.
“Should I do it again, then?” he asks you playfully.
You
gaze up into his blue eyes and you feel like you’re falling or flying. “Yes,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around
his neck.
He
smiles and then he’s kissing you again.
The kisses start out long and slow, but they start to build speed and
intensity. Then, Maka, Liz, and I barge
in yelling,” The eight minutes is over, lovebirds!”
Maka
takes advantage of your confusion and snaps a picture of you wrapped in
Justin’s arms, sharing his headphones, just after you two break away from the
kiss in surprise. I’ve gotta admit, it’s
a sweet picture. You’re gazing into each
other’s eyes and Justin never shares his headphones with anyone, so it means a
lot that he let you use them.
We
leave the room snickering to ourselves and go to show everyone the picture we
got while you two compose yourselves. Justin
wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses the top of your head. “Come on, let’s go back,” he says, smiling
down at you and holding out his hand.
You
take it and lace your smaller fingers through his large ones. The two of you go back out and join the rest
of the party. You spend the rest of the
night talking, dancing, and holding hands.
You share Justin’s headphones all the while. You two look happy and we’re all happy for
you.
Mifune:
You walk in and hear the music blaring and see Soul with his
impressive selection of records. I guess he’s the D.J. tonight. He notices you walk in and waves at you, shouting,”
Yo, (y/n)! About time you showed up!”
You
grin at him and shout back,” Sorry, last time I came to one of these parties,
Kid had a total freak out because my makeup wasn’t perfectly symmetrical, so I
tried to get it right this time!”
You
both laugh and then Soul goes back to D.J.-ing and you move on further into the
room. You see Patty and Black*Star
eating all of the food Tsubaki cooked and Crona is getting beaten up by
Ragnarok. Tsubaki watches all four of
them, looking concerned. You chuckle. Maka, Kid, and Liz are over in a corner,
having a conversation with me. We notice
you and wave before resuming our conversation and you wave back. Dr. Stein and Spirit are sitting on a sofa,
talking and laughing. Dr. Stein is
smoking and blowing skull-shaped clouds into the air. They
seem drunk. They wave at you and
Spirit tries to call you over until Stein hits him upside the head. You mouth a “Thank you” at him and move
on. You notice Justin leaning against
the wall, right next to the blaring speakers and Mifune is by himself, leaning
against the wall in a dark corner.
You
decide to go and talk to Mifune. The
others seem to think he’s kind of creepy and Black*Star has this weird rivalry
with him, but Tsubaki likes him and you think he’s really cool.
“Hi,
Mifune,” you say, smiling at him.
He
looks up at you and nods. “Hey,” he says
in his deep voice.
“How’s
Angela doing?” you ask him. “She’s such
a cutie!”
“She’s
doing pretty well. I think she’s happy
that we’re finally able to stop moving around so much,” he responds. He won’t smile, but you’ve noticed that
talking about Angela makes him happy.
“I’m
glad. It’s great that Shinigami-sama has
decided to let you work at the DWMA.
Now Angela gets to have even more protection and you can help kids
instead of having to fight them,” you say, smiling.
“Well,
I haven’t decided if I’m going to take the job or not yet,” he says in
embarrassment. “But it would be better
for Angela.”
You
giggle. “She’s really important to you,
isn’t she?”
Before
he can answer, Maka and I run out into the middle of the room with Liz and a
black pillowcase.
“We’re playing Seven Minutes in
Heaven, guys!” we shout.
“NO! MAKE IT EIGHT! I BEG OF YOU!” Kid screams from across the
room where he is curled up in a ball and crying for some reason. Another OCD attack, probably.
“Alright,
Eight Minutes in Heaven, then!” we
say. You look around and notice
everyone’s expressions which range everywhere from excitement to confusion to
disgust. “We’re playing girl’s choice
tonight, so all the girls need to reach into the pillowcase and pull something
out to select your man! (Y/n) is going
first!”
You try
to shake your head and blend into the wall, but we drag you over and shove your
hand into the pillowcase, laughing as you grimace. “No peeking,” we remind you excitedly.
“I
know,” you groan, fishing around inside the bag. You feel something small and smooth and you
pull it out. It’s a piece of kelp
flavored candy. There’s only one person I know who carries this kind of candy around… We squeal with excitement because we’d
really been hoping to put you two together.
Maka grabs you by the arm and pulls you along and I grab Mifune who
looks kind of angry. We shove you into
one of Kid’s guest bedrooms and shut the door behind you. “Se-no, eight minutes!” we remind you before
we run off giggling back to the others.
You
immediately go and look for the light switch.
You manage to find it by feeling your way along the wall and you flick
it on. Mifune is across the room,
leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his jacket draped over his
shoulders.
“Do you
want your candy back?” you ask him as you walk toward him.
He
looks up at you through his long blonde hair.
“No, you can keep it,” he tells you.
You’re
both quiet and he’s not looking, so you take the opportunity to steal a glance
at him. He’s pretty tall, but he doesn’t
look it with the way he slouches. It
looks like he’s got a pretty nice body, too, from the way his shirt stretches
over his muscles, but you’d expect that from a samurai. He kind of looks angry all the time, but you
don’t mind. You also love his hair and
have always secretly wanted to touch it because it looks really soft, but you don’t
want to be weird.
Mifune
looks over at you and catches you watching him.
You blush and look away. “Is
something wrong?” Mifune asks you.
“No,
nothing,” you respond, putting a little more distance between the two of you.
“Are
you sure?” he asks. He sounds concerned.
“Yeah,
I’m sure,” you say and your voice sounds a little too high. Man, you slipped up.
You’re
both silent again and it’s starting to get really awkward. You’re standing by the window and you notice
that it’s kind of cold. You rub your
arms with your hands, trying to get the blood flowing to warm you up. Not too long afterward, you feel heavy fabric
fall over your shoulders.
“You
looked cold,” Mifune says from behind you.
You look over at him and see that he’s looking away from you and his
cheeks are slightly pink. You grin.
“Thanks,
Mifune,” you say, pulling the jacket tighter around you. It smells like him: a pleasant sort of woody
scent.
“How
much time do we have left?” he asks, still not looking at you.
“Hm. Not sure.
Probably a few more minutes,” you respond, not sure what he’s getting
at. He sighs and runs his hands through
his long hair. “What’s the matter?”
He
shakes his head. “I’m conflicted. I have to be follow my samurai
code, but I’m not sure if I’m being dishonorable or not,” he says, still not
looking at you.
“Well, I
can try to help you figure it out if you tell me what it is you’re doing that
may or may not be dishonorable,” you say, stepping toward him.
“I
think I’d rather not,” he says, blushing a little deeper.
“Is it
really that bad?” you ask, concerned. “I
mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, but I’d like to help you.”
He
sighs again. “What if there is a young
woman I feel… attracted to who is a few years my junior. Would it be dishonorable to act on my
desires? I don’t know whether to count
her as a child or an adult,” he says, looking extremely embarrassed.
You
think for a moment. “Hm, well I’d say it
wouldn’t be dishonorable if she returns your feelings, but it would be
dishonorable to force yourself on her.
Does she like you too?” you ask him thoughtfully.
He
looks at you. “That is what I would like
to know,” he says pointedly.
You
finally get what he’s been saying and you blush. “Oh.
Oh! I-I don’t think it would be
dishonorable, then,” you tell him a little nervously.
He
looks like he’s going to smile, but then he doesn’t. He steps forward and hugs you, enveloping you
in his strong arms. He’s warm and you
press against him, breathing in his scent that surrounds you. “Mm,” you say.
You
both pull back a bit and look at each other.
You can see desire and indecision battling in his features, so you
decide to make a move for him. You kiss
him gently on the lips and he kisses you back softly. When you break away, you both stare at each
other in wonder. Both of you have
flushed cheeks but you’re smiling and Mifune just looks surprised.
“Did
that feel dishonorable to you?” you ask him playfully.
He
stares deep into your eyes. “Not at all,”
he tells you quietly and then he actually smiles. It's a sweet, shy smile that goes straight to your heart. You feel a shiver
of pleasure run through your body.
“Are
you still cold?” he asks, his eyes widening.
“A
little bit,” you admit.
Mifune
looks like he doesn’t know what to do for a moment before blushing a
little. He hugs you again, pulling you
as close to him as he can. You place
your hands on his shoulders and rub his collarbone with your thumbs. His grip tightens and you smile as you bury
your face in his neck.
“I… I want to kiss you again. Is that alright?” he asks you nervously.
You
giggle. “Of course it’s okay,” you tell
him.
He
pulls back a little and slides his hands down to wrap around your waist. Then, he bends down to kiss you. He gives you slow, passionate kisses and you
wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his long
hair. It’s every bit as soft as you had
imagined it. Then, Maka, Liz, and I
barge in yelling,” The eight minutes is over, lovebirds!”
Maka
takes advantage of your confusion and snaps a picture of you two. You didn’t even have time to break away from
your kiss, so she got a really great picture of you two liplocking with your
hands tangled up in his fabulous hair.
It kind of looked like what you see in romance movies but without all
the rain. Of course, we didn’t expect
him to actually kiss you so we’re all kind of curious about what happened during
your eight minutes, but we don’t ask you just yet. There will be time for that later.
We leave the room snickering to ourselves and go to show
everyone the picture we got while you two compose yourselves. You and Mifune just stand there in amazement
and embarrassment, looking at each other.
Mifune takes your hand and kisses it gently. “We should go back,” he says a little
regretfully. You nod your agreement,
wishing you had more time to spend alone with him.
He
reaches under his coat which is still draped over your shoulders and takes your
hand. You both walk back into the room
where the rest of us are waiting and you’re met with stares on all sides, but
you try to ignore them. You spend the
rest of the party hanging out in the corner and talking. I don’t think Mifune let go of your hand the
entire time. The next day, he accepts
Shinigami-sama’s job offer at the DWMA… ;)
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