The Nakahara Volumes

Restless Forces: Part 2- Forces Align

Kyohei P.OV

Uni, uni and more uni, that's all she has, she can't even cook regularly anymore, and that was something I thought would never happen.

That night, was absolutely amazing, I was planning to do something mean, like she did to me only a month earlier, but when I thought about it, it felt petty. Besides who wouldn't kiss a babe in shorts who's sitting on top of you? I may have experienced some unfortunate things, but my drives still there.

Sunako's different as well, she doesn't only look at my face and hear the casing of my words, she hears when I'm trying to do something nice,and it's hard for me to be nice.

I turn the chair around and look at my room, clusters of sheets are strewn everywhere. I had to ace this, for a future. I may be stupid but I'm 23 and I know that I need a future.

Or else, there might be no Sunako and I, and I wasn't about to let that happen.

I flip the chair back around where it was before and stare at the sheets, body parts everywhere, EVERYWHERE. It makes you feel dizzy.

Or maybe it's that smell.

It smells familiar but in a distant way, I wonder... is it friend shrimp?

I decide to take a breaks from my endless study and open the door to my room, the one I've had for the last 7 years, wow makes me sound old.

It's stronger in the hallway, I really don't understand how the other housemates can withstand the call of the shrimp.

I walk down the hall ways, no I practically jog down the hallways, to the kitchen where I stop and look around and I see them.. Only a few of them are cooked out of a giant bowl full but they look good. She picks one up, the one who I thought was the accessory to my shrimp fantasies.

I inch closer until I'm just behind her, her hair contrary to the ponytail that we usually see, is in a messy bun, probably Aunties fantasy. Either way she looks gorgeous not that I'd tell her in my normal state.

I poke my head over her shoulder where the shrimp is just a couple of millimetres away from her lips, before I pull and arm over her shoulder and one under her arm to steal the prize.

She lets out a little gasp, but she subdues it with a smirk. And picks up another and pops it into her mouth.

It tastes delicious, no one could cook to compare to her shrimp, no one.

She turns around gesturing for me to move a little, so she can go for some other ingredients to add. But today I feel like having fun. I'm a hard working student who rarely drinks any alcohol and I deserve some fun.

I bend down, seeing as she is a lot shorter than me, and kiss her, this time who's the one initiating it, this guy.

She doesn't pull away like she used to, or have a nosebleed which we already know has subsided, she doesn't even call me bright and head butt me.

I lower my arms a bit. To her waist which inched a little closer to get, well closer to me.

"We have to stop," she says and breaks away much to my chagrin, honestly sometimes she should go with the flow.

Well if she hadn't gone with the flow before, would we even have don't that?

I finally let her go and decide to rest my chin on her shoulder while she moves around a bit. Luckily the housemates are all busy with our endless study, so I can get some sneaky time in.

She drops some more shrimp into the frier, she should just dump them all in, I'm sure they would fit with some excess above the oil...

"Why don't you just dump them all in?" Well better make a statement.

"They won't cook well," but they all just... Cook anyways.

"But don't they just cook?" She gave me that look, the 'Really, ignorant much?' look you know when the eyebrow goes up along with the pupils and sometimes a smile if it's just plain silly.

I held up my hands in defence.

" They cook better and get cooked through if you do them in smaller bundles, rather than in a huge pile. They also don't all get stuck together." She explained. She has alot of patience

"But aren't the ones that are stuck together the best?" She mentally face palmed, I can tell.

"If you put them in a giant lump then they aren't so yummy." I think she's treating me like a baby.

"Do you want the shrimp or not Kyouhei?" Just the eyebrow raise this time.

"I don't mind, you or the shrimp" I say wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer. She didn't shy away so it was a good sign.

"How bout, she said dragging out the how," I have the shrimp and you can have me, and we watch a movie?" Enticing, so enticing, but the shrimp.

"I might share the shrimp." She said emphasising the might.

"Deal" I say kissing her neck and watching rest of the shrimp go into the frier.

They fry fast, that oil must be HOT.

She dishes them into a large bowl and walks off, and I walk after her like a puppy.

Now that's just sad, but it's the power of fried shrimp, fried good.

She sits down on the couch patting the seat on the far side when she walks by.

I frown a little but follow sitting down where she motioned.

This wouldn't work, this may be a slasher but Sunako is no girl.

She continued the movie she had started watching , leaving the bowl of fried shrimp in the middle of the couch, blocking her from me, damn.

Twelve minutes in and no interaction between Sunako and I. The shrimp is already half gone, maybe if I can finish it I can move the bowl nod get closer.

So as unpiggishly as possible, I eat the shrimp.

"A little fast, isn't it?" She always just knows, I should've taken my time.

Well it's over now, and so I pick the bowl up and put it on the floor near the table since its a stretch to get it on the table.

While stretching I inch closer to her 'subtly' and somehow I end up right next to her.

Smooth

Control I need to control or it's not subtle.

I see her smile, even though the couple in the movie was just killed, scratch that she would just smile anyways, she's Sunako.

But I feel like this smile isn't because of that, and that just makes me blush.

"Oooh, Kyouhei smooth moves there," oh no, it's the player from hell.

"Smoother than you and your attempts to.hide your fiancé from one hundred kittens." I say smugly.

" Oh shut up, there's a reason I have hundreds Kyouhei."

"You wanna fight?" My first instinct fight.

"No, i prefer using my superior wit, rather than my perfectly manicured hands."

Don't girls get manicures? " You can't win a fist fight with me anyways," I say turning back to the movie.

I feel a fist on my head hard, and I start rubbing the spot, it's Sunako.

Sunako, shouldn't it be Ranmaru? Is she standing up for him!?

She seemed to notice the change in expression and while standing up gave me a kiss on the cheek, publicly (even though it's just Ranmaru) before walking off to her room, leaving me in my inner happiness.

"Why don't you thank me?" Oh not him again.

"Why should I, you've been nothing but trouble, and I am so smooth," I said emphasising the so.

" That kiss wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made you mad," making me mad never accomplishes anything. Ever.

"At least it happened," I say walking off patting him on the shoulder for the mutual ending to the conversation.

" it's not the only thing," I mutter in the hallway with a smile. Triumph is sweet.