I grew up as the son of a fleet admiral and a chief intelligence officer in the United Space Forces, so I didn’t know much outside of the USF academy. Ask any teacher or drill instructor and they’d tell you how smart or lazy I was. Truly, in my naivety, I was bored of living like this. I’d had few real friends or challenges to note, everything was monotonous. Looking back now, I envy the naive me who would soon face a shattered peace.
I woke at the sound of a voice over my body. Looking up through one eye I saw a red face, and angered slits where eyes should have been. “Well I see you plan to rejoin the living. How nice of you to honor us with your presence cadet!” The baritone voice and livid pallor was my history instructor, a subject I was never too keen on. The instructor made matters worse by how boring he was, it was like a personal prison sentence. On the plus side, I always chose to liven the place up by electing to smart off at every given chance. “Yes, well without me sir, your life would be without flavor. I could not just allow this to pass.” Aren’t I a saint?
Seconds later I felt a massive amount of force connect with the bottom of my chair. That force belonged, of course, to a foot. Said foot connected to my childhood friend and eternal thorn, Rina Kisanagi. Rina was a USF kid as well as my neighbor, so we often found one another ashore while the parents were about on tour. Our apartments (really more like miniature single-story houses in one huge building) were right next to one another, so we often stayed together if we were both alone. Even puberty had not changed that habit. She was so familiar to me that I didn’t noticeably display major emotions toward her. Simply put, I was not the nicest of boys to her.
“Shut up. You don’t need more trouble.” She hissed violently to me. I sank back in my seat a little, but this was not the end of my cruelty. Remember how I said I was smart? Well here is where that really kicks in. “Your lecture followed a most predictable path anyway. You have just finished talking about the pirate’s engagement in your home system and bragged on about how your family had a major involvement as go-betweens. What you didn’t mention, sir, was that your brother betrayed the trust of the USF which landed your personage here.” I shot off a recap of the lesson and his personal history, this I knew all about anyway since I did my research. Silence filled the room, everyone wore a mask of horror as the storm brewed. The instructor was about to explode. I stood, walked out of the class, and went to one of my napping spots.
Now I will never claim to be active, but I’m not necessarily “lazy” really. Okay, that may not be true. I like to sleep, a lot, like all the time. But really, I’m not that lazy. I find new places to sleep, and that takes some effort, especially if you’re trying to remain hidden. And really, what teenager doesn’t care for sleep? Especially when the alternative is school.
“Hey! Why did you do that? The rest of us caught hell for your little stunt!” A voice rang out nearby. Crap, she found me again. My ever-present assistant and companion, Rina has an almost uncanny sense of where I am at almost all times.
“Rina, I swear, you’re always telling me not to do fun things. And really, how do you find me so easily? I know I cleared your bug from my terminal last week.” I mumbled loud enough for only someone nearby to hear. Moments later, my stomach had an odd pressure upon it. “Isn’t this a bad time for you to skip practice? The finals are coming up in a few weeks right?” I asked in a most nonchalant way. I was concerned that her missing a day of bire practice this close could make her hated around school. She was the all-star player, and our school’s athletic idol. She had adoring fans, the whole team liked her, and if she wanted, there was a scholarship to any major college in the Decussate region of human space. My worry was more about her future than anything else.
I’ll take a short moment to delineate here on what bire is. Imagine if you will the game lacross, add in an element of 360 degree “swimming,” and the ferocity of rugby. Now, create a large sphere of near -vacuum conditions or something of that nature so our players float and move with no resistance. Next add in two hexagonal goals on opposite sides of the “field”, and eighteen adrenaline-filled players. Really not my cup of tea, my cup of tea is actually a blend of jasmine and chamomile. I’d rather read than get involved in such a sport. “I’m not going if you don’t come along.” Rina was almost callous some days, and she treated everyone casually, so I understood her intent here. “Truly a pity since I shall not be moved from this spot by anything less than an amazing reason.” I didn’t want to get up, and watching was rather droll. Immediate sharp pain filled my abdomen. “I’m not a good enough reason for you to haul yourself up from this spot huh?”
Oh, I think I pissed her off quite magnificently. But you see, smartasses and idiots do not let this get them, and I fear that I may well fall into the latter category. “I see you half naked all the time, I walk into my shower when you’re getting out by accident often enough, so seeing you in soaked spandex really doesn’t motivate me much at this moment.” And cue more sharp pain. I deserved it, but still that hurt a lot. Immediately thereafter, all traces of pressure left my abdomen. I glanced up to see an angry Rina run off screaming about me being a jerk. I’m going to pay dearly for this one later…
From my vantage point above the sphere I could see everything that happens in our arena, not only that, but I could be hidden almost imperceptibly. Even better, since practice was going nobody would take their eyes off the rondure that was the center of all our stands. The ball however could fly out of the first containment field if it was hit/thrown hard enough. And boy was it whizzing around today. I know I said I wasn’t going to go to the practice, but when you know you’ve angered a woman, you had best find out just how irate she is. Now, if we assume that the ball represents my head, or other circular body parts, and it was flying out of the containment field, then that means that the female destroying it was highly distraught. So, to clarify, I was terrified at how badly I was in trouble.
My best option now is to find an indirect means of apologizing in such a manner that she could not possibly be riled at me to this same degree. This means it is time for math! If practice runs for an hour, and a cake takes about half that to make from a box, and another quarter of the original time to cool and frost, then I’m left with fifteen minutes to infiltrate the girls locker room, plant the cake, and vanish into the setting sun. However, it takes about thirty minutes total to buy a cake with custom writing on it and place it in an area our furious friend will find it. To the bakery!
It took me just a little while to reach the bakery, and a fraction of a second later I realized the biggest flaw in my plan. I don’t remember her favorite flavor of cake! Wait, there is one salvation, CHEESECAKE! Everyone loves cheesecake! I think. So I went up and ordered a multi-flavored cheesecake, wrote a quick apology, planted the inoffensive gift in her locker, and trod my way home. Today was exhausting, time to sleep. Though the long sleep I had planned turned into a nap. A few short hours later, a stinging sensation ran across my face. And I’m awake, in a dark room, with eyes glaring from about a foot or two away from my face. I prompted my mind to work and recall the events of the day; I had no doubt as to why Rina would be here in the middle of the night. This was the punishment. Killed in my own bed. “Do it quick, I’m going back to sleep. I’d rather be out before you kill me.” I turned my head and would have fallen asleep had not a sudden pain in my chest brought my consciousness back in full. “Your ass is staying awake because somebody bought too much CHEESECAKE for the TEAM to finish. So get up now and meet me in the kitchen, or I shove it down your throat here.” She really left me no choice, crumbs would make my bed amazingly uncomfortable.
Rina was by far a stronger than average female, and her slender build hid most of that, but she was able to drag me by my leg all the way to the kitchen. A painful feeling crossed my back on the journey from bed to kitchen as we went across carpet, then even more sudden was the freezing cold of the tiles in the kitchen. I sat up and rubbed my back when we finally stopped. A plate was angrily shoved in my face, on it were three massive slices of cake. “Eat it. Now.” Rina waved her fork at me like a weapon. She bit into her cake while maintaining a glare in my direction. Well, could be worse. I picked up the first slice and opened my mouth, then I gagged. She had shoved it halfway down my maw before I had actually taken a bite. Coughing and sputtering I shot her a withering gaze, she laughed and told me I was forgiven. She might have still been simmering, but by morning it’d have all blown over. We ate in silence, and eventually I wandered off to bed.
I heard the alarm going off the next morning, so I rolled over to turn it off without opening my eyes. My hand did not receive the hard plastic that it was expecting, but instead something soft and elastic obstructed its journey to the offending noise maker. I peer out through one hazed pupil and discover the (almost) unexpected site of a second body in my bed. I rolled over the other way, swung my legs over the side and sat up. Gazing out the window, I made a mental note to once again change the lock on the doors, or I would have if I was more awake. I must be having a cheesecake-induced dream… or maybe it’s just a hallucination. A loud thump was heard behind me, and the alarm ceases its incessant beeping. I peered over my shoulder to see none other than (you guessed it) Rina stretching herself out under one of my shirts. I would never catch myself admitting this to her, but she was a gorgeous female specimen. Her long hair slightly frizzed out from sleep, the early morning sun hitting just the right way to make her simple yawn look almost majestic, no makeup covering her face, and her ample body covered loosely by one of my oversized shirts hanging about her shoulders, any man could dream of this moment. She was dangerous in this way, especially in the mornings when certain things were not completely in check.
Realizing what was going to happen any second I turned around and loudly asked, “Why are you here now? I thought you were mad at me.” I tried to sound like I was complaining, but really I was distracting myself enough to get control over certain troubles that come with waking up. Her half-asleep voice dripping with care and honey found my ears when she responded that she didn’t want to go home. She had that whole spacious apartment to herself and still she felt the need to bother me.
“Then use the guest room!”
“But it was cold!”
“I don’t care, this is my room!”
Her arms wrap themselves around my waist and her face presses against the small of my back. This causes my temperature to skyrocket, and I knew it would be only a matter of time before I became overly excited. “What are you doing? Let me go!” I manage to let out a shout, but she just giggled at my discomfort. “Oh, come on, it’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before. And really, I know what he likes to do in the mornings. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just a natural process, one that could be put to use if you weren’t so stuck up about this whole thing.” Her words were like fire across my back, each syllable, each breath, a caressing whisper, a promise of what could happen if I just let my hormones do the talking. I slid myself out of her arms and got up. I ran to the door and shouted about needing to cook breakfast before we’d be late for school. Rina has no skills in the kitchen except packing away mountains of food and not gaining any weight. I got all the way to the kitchen before I realized I was not dressed. I mean I was in one of my loosest shirts and a pair of gym shorts hung loose about my hips, but no way would I ever think to hit the streets like this.
Instead of worrying, I opened the fridge to find it barren. Odd, I know I went shopping day before yesterday, this should be mostly full… unless… “I think this morning may be a treat Rina to breakfast at a restaurant one.” Came the sickly sweet voice of the devil behind me. I turned to see my other loosest shirt was hanging off the curves of the girl who hijacked my fridge. I’m glad I buy shirts a size or two larger than needed, but this type of scene was absurdly dangerous, especially between two teenagers. I tried to be angry. “You snagged my food. Where did you hide it this time?” She laughed and responded with only a “you can’t prove anything” smile. Then, pulling out my wallet from between her amazingly pale breasts, she waves it along with her keys. “Well, do we get dressed and go eat, or do we go hungry to school? I mean there is another possible outcome here, but I’m sure you’d avoid it at all costs.” She was obviously trying to rile me and make me blush.
I began to walk past her and grab my wallet. I was beaten, and she knew it. I was most of the way dressed, and everything seemed to go fine until I turned around and saw striped panties and a skirt only half way up the supple legs of a bent over female figure. “WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GETTING DRESSED IN HERE?” She turned around at my alarmed shout and her unbuttoned shirt revealed more than I could handle. I spun around so fast I could have gotten whiplash. “Well, I can’t rightly get dressed out in the living room, and I dare not try and get home with all the neighbor’s leaving for work and school, so here was the only logical place.” She was being facetious and teasing me. I knew she wouldn’t take the whole guest room routine again, so I just gave up and waited for her to finish dressing. After a minute or two I asked if she had finished dawning her clothes, her displeased and almost bored “yes” seemed to be full of disappointment. So I turned and we left the apartment together.
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