Koi No Yokan (gojo x oc)

16. Awakening

March 2006
One month later.

The woman wanders through the abandoned house, a flashlight clutched in her right hand. Little does she know the heinous monster is crawling along the walls behind.

"This is a good part. Her death is awful!"

The four of us are lined up along Satoru's bed, Shoko and I squished into the middle as the boys sit with their legs far apart.

"You're worse than the Forward Sight when it comes to spoilers."

"This is why we never suggest anything we haven't already seen," Suguru says.

"He held out much better this time, though," Shoko adds, "We actually made it twenty minutes in."

"Relax," Satoru nonchalantly throws an arm over my shoulder. "It's not like she's the main character."

The weight pushes me into his warm side, as the woman is torn to shreds, blood splattering across the walls in perfect gory fashion. I pay attention to none of it. Every one of my senses has been encompassed by an action that would seem casual, careless even, to anyone else. For the next half hour or longer, I find myself focusing on every breath rising in his chest, how he twirls strands of my hair between his fingertips.

Suguru sighs, "I forgot about the sex scene in this."

Saliva I hadn't realized is in my throat gets caught suddenly. I cough, throwing a hand over my mouth.

He laughs, "Something wrong, Kaede-chan?"

I keep my head forward, knowing it's covered in a flush. "No."

"Don't be nervous," Shoko engages in his teasing, "A little sex never hurt anyone."

Maybe so, but barring the one time my father called me Satoru's whore, I never heard or talked about it. Anything remotely lewd was frowned upon within the estate, and spending all my free time with younger siblings didn't help either.

I turn to stone beneath Satoru's touch, eyes fixed on the main character and his love interest undressing one another painfully slowly. There's a delicateness in his touch, kisses, prolonged and passionate, moving in tandem. After laying the woman down on the bed, he presses his lips against hers, traveling down to her neck, her chest, stomach... She moans and writhes with him trapped between her legs, fingers tangled into his hair, pushing him closer. There was an immense pleasure that I could not bring myself to understand, not even when he realigned their bodies, pushing into her at an increasing speed and vigor.

By the time they were done, the movie went on to the next scene as if nothing had happened. I realize my lips are parted, and remember to breathe.

Sex is a pointless thing people do to have children they don't actually want, something I never gave any thought towards. But a moment ago, it appeared pleasurable and intense—holding an intimacy I clearly don't understand.

"Man, I can't believe they don't bring her back for the sequel," Satoru says, and I quickly grow ashamed to be thinking about such things with his arm around me like this. I become timid at the thought of him entirely.

"The sequel isn't good anyway," Shoko says.

"Yeah, because she's not in it."

"You just want to see her naked again."

"And you don't?"

"I can always just watch the first one again," Suguru chuckles.

They argue for a bit longer, but I'm caught up in the notion that Satoru has his own resolve about that scene—about sex in general. "What does he think about?" I wonder. "How often?"