6. The Art of Possession

The Art of Possession

Hiro

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Jourin doesn’t continue walking, or trip, though I’d take either at the moment, knowing exactly what’s going to happen next. Instead of finding an open row for his people to flock around him like usual, he parks in the last place he’s wanted.

Right next to Ayame with a smug-ass grin. Taking another chair that someone was sitting in and that doesn’t fit naturally to the elongated wood table that makes up our desk.

I really. really hope Aya doesn’t fall for his crap.

Aya scoots closer to me, using her pale ‘mermaid spirals’ like a veil as a barrier between them. I believe in our tepee, but I’m sure I look as peode as I feel with my cousin trying to ignore him and him nosing her like a complete jackass. “Dude.”

“Not here for you, Zen,” Jourin grins. His nasally voice matching the size of his honker, making me wonder how girls find him so attractive. Guys too, for that matter. While I could never get it up for a guy, Jourin is equal opportunity.

People like what they like, and it’s no different from having a favorite color as it is to sexual preference. It’s not something you choose, but that happens or doesn’t. Sure, it can be learned or experimented with, but end of day we all have a type we’re drawn to.

Aside from him.

The snake will screw anything with a pulse, and the worst part of me feels like he doesn’t always have consent while doing it, no matter how fawned over he is.

“No need to be shy, Pinky,” Jourin teases, and I swear my already dropped jaw unhinges to the floor as much for her response as his comment. “It was just a kiss.”

“I’d hardly call putting a dead slug in my mouth a kiss,” Aya hisses much like an ill-tempered cat.

“Never had anyone complain about my tongue before.” It’s clear he’s offended, but is trying to laugh off the rebuff. “I’ll make it up to you, dinner...........” Jourin attempts to schmooze her with whatever rich elites do, but Aya isn’t having it.

“I’d rather fuck a Razek than you.” The veil of her hair is tucked behind her ear as she glares at him with that mix of sapphire and jade denoting how disgusted she is, and all I can think is, Yes! Finally, someone calls him out and knocks the sleaze down a peg.

Even if Mom hadn’t explained that a Razek is something like a Devil, I’d get the context with how she all but growls it. “I went out with you as promised, and you missed the train on breaking me in. So the next one of you Chervil asking, is going to get a hell of a lot more than fair warning.”

I can’t say that she’s never lost her temper, but no one, not even me, is privy to it when she does. Like Aya, I also agree that there is a time and a place for everything. Our code word: teepee. T and P, and public is definitely not on that list.

Everything about this is no more me, than screwing a Yonkai is her.

Jourin’s baby blue iris expands, letting his pupil elongate like a cat’s.“I’ll be picking you up at seven.......” He decides, right before Umi-Senpai chucks a stone at him.

“Shut up and pay attention, you dick-for-brain twats.” Generally, I loathe the fact that she keeps the things in her desk. Right now, I’m wishing she’d throw a barrage of them and one shooting through his eye. Knocking Jourin stone-cold dead wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

The minute we are dismissed, I’m snatching Aya up by the wrist, all but dragging her out of class. Aya isn’t fighting me on the private conversation we need to have, but the urge to throw her over my shoulder and swat her ass is as foreign as the raging lunatic who’s seemed to possess me manhandling her.

There has always been an unspoken understanding between us. If not, that elder-like wisdom she’s always had. We agree that there is no point in yelling or losing your temper.

It just causes more problems.

Neither of us fall in or take the bait when people try to get under our skins, or are too lost in their own hissy fits to see reason. We just leave them alone and wait until they’re willing to listen to sense, and actually get things done.

What alternate reality did I wake up in?

The most non girl, girl I’ve ever met had sex? Is kissing Yon? Since when does Aya even like guys? Miss dating is retarded and I’ll never be that stupid.

Aya’s never been the type to want to burden anyone, and rarely if ever asks for help. I generally have to butt my nose in and insist or turn the situation into her helping me or something before she’ll accept anything.

Like the whole study and practice thing. Whatever lame excuse I gave so she wouldn’t feel like she was pushing me or monopolizing my time. It was time with her. How could I ever complain or be upset about that?

This on the other hand....... I feel like we tell each other everything. Share the burden with one another because there are just things that no one else can every really understand.

Her life before me isn’t my business, but her showing up, fully mature and admitting to having sex?! These are things that most definitely affect me, affect us! She knows how much I hate him!

“What the fuck, Aya?” I manage when I tuck her into the hidden space that is generally used for an entirely different sort of interaction, cornering her against the rack of supplies that takes up half the dingy cleaning closet.

Some dark satisfaction licking through me as much as driving me to push my size, as much as my will to stop whatever madness this is. I barely get the words out, let alone realize that I’m still holding on to her arm, closing the space between us before he follows us in.

“I am not going out with you, and I damned sure am not sleeping with you!” There is a tense jolt accompanied by a reprimanding finger swipe as Aya screams at us.

The action pushing us both three steps back from her, and makes me bite my tongue rather than admit to any thought I have about that.

“I’m not going to stop until you agree, so might as well just get it over with.” This is a chuckle more than a statement from the smug noble.

“What the hell is your problem, man? She said no!” I was already bumping shoulders with him, so the shove that seems to come out of nowhere shouldn’t feel like I’m some sort of puppet, but it does.

Nothing about this is a me thing to do. I get that, but I can’t stop it. Can’t help but feel blind sided and overwhelmed, still not sure what’s actually happening.

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7: Hiro - T and P