Ushijima Kisses

Part 3: Beginning to Change

Unsatisfied. That was the only definition for how I felt lately. How the other owners of the other letters let me feel as I connected with them time and time and time again. None of them were as nice, none of them were as delicious, and none of them were as carefully guarded as he was. Day by day my hobby seemed to slip from my fingers and drip away into something more, something that only he could define and dictate as he pleased, as he let me please. What on earth was happening, I know I deserved it for not stopping this sooner.

Classes went by so agonizingly slow, people had begun their terrible glances and hushed whispers, and Ushijima had even looked my way. I was normally a student who was in and out in a grueling rotation day after day after day, but today, this odd dreary looking day, I had remained in my classes for their entirety.

Every teacher that I normally missed had nearly dropped their books as they saw me in my seat or called roll and heard my voice correct them and announce my presence. A few of them had even looked at me as if it were the first time they'd seen me in the flesh and not only as characters on their sheets of paper- though that might not have been entirely impossible for some of my classes.

Atsuko had even been trying to distract me or bring the teachers attention to the fact that I was not writing notes or doing assignments, petty attempts to make sure I got in trouble, though they all backfired. Perhaps the teachers were simply happy I had bothered to show up and did not want to frighten me away, perhaps they thought Atsuko was rather annoying and spoiled just like I did, or perhaps they had heard about Atsuko's vendetta against me for her precious 'Lord Ushijima' being 'tainted' by the likes of me.

His team mates were no doubt unenthused by his meetings with me after school and before practice but Atsuko was the only one who had spoken out openly and declared that I would pay for my 'sullying' of her dear 'Lord'. I simply managed to ignore her, until she went to far that is and she began to get on my nerves.

Pencils pushed into my shoulder, paper tossed at me from behind, evil mutterings in my ear as I feigned my attention for the teachers towards their ridiculous, monotonous lectures, and then finally, oh finally, the tugging of my hair in a not so gentle manner. With the release of my hair I had snapped around and grabbed her by the bow tie of our school uniform and ripped her from her seat and over her desk so quickly her chair tumbled back and clattered loudly, drawing the attention of everyone.

I had never seen those prissy green eyes so fearful before, oh how I loved that she feared me. Sternly and clearly, for everyone and the teacher to hear I voiced my honest opinion and my single warning to her. "Listen to me well Atsuko Kougami because I will only say this once. I don't have time for your petty, five year old behavior and I have very little patience. Should you press me any further or do as you have been doing, your lackeys included, I will not hesitate to rip that rotting, vial tongue from your filthy mouth and make you eat it. Now do not test me again or I'll prove to you that it's not only my mouth that is skilled in the ways of manipulating another's tongue."

With a harsh shove back I watched as she stumbled backwards over her own chair and I turned away to look at the front of the class once more, arms and legs crossed as I declared quite firmly "She is a snake not even I would dare kiss." Just like that our classes were over and I was in trouble.

After school had gotten out and the clubs had ended for the day and my detention had ended, I found a note in my shoe locker that had said the same time and place where he'd wanted to meet and I was sad. After our last class of the day when I'd physically harmed and verbally threatened a student, I had been taken into the teacher's lounge, forced to call the piece of trash that was my legal guardian, and left in the hands of the school. How lucky I was that only one word from my supposed 'mother' over the phone is enough to inform others of her uncaring and undisciplined way of caring for her children, of caring for me. That meant I had missed Ushijima's appointment, I'd missed my only chance to indulge in my hobby for the first and last time of the day and I was sad.

Sad, sorrow, upset

These were not things I normally felt when I did not get to experience such a rush as a heated meeting between my tongue and another, so then, why did I feel it now? What had brought on such an odd, noticeable change?

Turning right at the school entrance and walking a few streets down, as I passed into a dark ally as a short cut home and heard the familiar thrum of a voice ring out, I realized that he was to blame.

"Would you like another meal?"