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by kosherbacon » Wed Mar 31, 2010 12:50 am
A silly bunch of shorts featuring a different version of Iwanako meeting a different path girl when Hisao brings them back home to visit. I might rework the Rin scene into a larger fic eventually.
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Versus
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-Rin-
"Oh no! It's fine." Hisao tried to reassure Rin as he blotted the chocolate stain on his shirt with a wet napkin.
"No, once chocolate sets in, it won't wash out." Rin tugged at Hisao's shirt with her toe. "It's worse than paint."
"Really? Alright then," Hisao slid out of the booth and dismissed himself to the bathroom. "Play nicely, girls."
"Does this sort of thing happen all the time?" Iwanako asked when Hisao was out of view.
Rin was visiting Hisao and his family for the long weekend and while were going for a walk downtown, they encountered Iwanako, who invited them both to an ice cream parlor to catch up on old times. Rin spilled some of her sundae onto Hisao's shirt while trying to share some with him.
"Sharing ice cream with his old friends?" Rin wasn't sure what the hell Iwanako was talking about so she drew upon the first thing that came to mind. "No. I'd say this is the first time."
"I mean you making a mess while trying to be all lovey dovey." Iwanako flicked her bangs out of her eyes and fluttered her conspicuously perfect and feminine fingers. "After all, there are some things you just cannot do."
Rin glared at Hisao's ex. She wasn't just being tactless, she was insulting Rin.
"Did that bother you, when I gave him a hug when I saw him? Can you do that?"
"Hisao and I have different ways of expressing ourselves," Rin replied, regaining her composure as she gathered her anger into an imaginary soy bean and swallowed it. "What we have, works."
"Oh yeah?" Iwanako smirked. "Do you pet him with your stumps? Your legs? How about holding hands? No boy wants to hold onto an empty sleeve."
"Does it matter if we're in love?" Rin calmly stated, her interest quickly fading as her mind returned to more important topics, such as ice cream.
"I've sent Hisao to the emergency room with the power of my love. What can YOU do?"
"Hey, you gonna eat that cherry?" Rin pointed at Iwananko's ice cream with her tongue.
"Huh? Go for it."
Rin swung her leg out from under the table and plucked the cherry off with a spoon.
"As I was saying..." Iwanako continued as Rin loudly smacked her jaws around with the cherry in her mouth. "No offense intended, but Hisao deserves a girl who can offer more than someone like you can. I hope you understand."
Iwanako paused for a moment, annoyed, and looked at Rin, who was paying more attention to the food in her mouth than Iwanako's words of wisdom.
"You might not realize this now," Iwanako lectured, trying to regain Rin's attention, "but someday he's going to wish he had a girl who could do things like-"
"Pthew!"
Rin spat the cherry stem at Iwanako, bouncing it off her nose and onto the table.
"Things like that?"
"Wha... how...?" Iwanako stammered, seeing that the cherry stem had not not merely been tied in a knot but an actual bow.
"You think that's cool?" Rin boasted victoriously. "You should see what I could do with my toes."
-Emi-
"Nakai? Hisao Nakai, is that you?" Iwanako called out, jogging towards Hisao and his companion in the park.
"Iwanako? Oh wow. It's been a while. How have you been?"
"I'm good. Wow, you're looking well. I heard you were back in town so I... who's this here?"
"Oh, sorry! This is my girlfriend, Emi. Emi, this is Iwanako, an old friend of mine."
"Nice to meet you!" Emi extended her hand in greeting. "Would you like to join us today?"
"Well, I don't want to get in your way." Iwanako replied. "What are you guys up to?"
"Just shopping and stuff. Hey, what makeup do you use?"
"None, actually... why?"
"Just curious," Emi smiled. "I was wondering if those dark circles under your eyes were from makeup or if they were your actual skin."
"Excuse me? What?" Iwanako exasperatedly asked.
"It's probably a symptom of a poor diet. You really ought to eat more fiber."
"Gee... thanks?"
"Don't mention it. I'm only happy to help. Hey! Are you doing anything tomorrow morning?"
"Uh, no, why?"
"Hisao and I are going to go for a run down by the river." Emi reached out and jiggled Iwanako's flabby upper arm. "You should join us!"
"Well I..."
"It'll be fun!" Emi grinned, flicking at Iwanako's sides. "We'll get you started on a routine and before you know it, your muffin top will just melt..."
"Um, sorry, s-something just came up... I-igottago! Nice seeing you again Hisao!"
As Iwanako ran off to go purge in the bathroom, Hisao scowled at Emi.
"Was it something I said?"
-Hanako-
Iwanako's peripheral vision slipped away, her focus locked on the amethyst eye in front of her. She kept trying to sneak a peek of the other one, hidden under a curtain of hair, her heart skipping a beat whenever a chance movement or slight breeze parted the girl's bangs enough to show both eyes.
How did she get here? Oh, that's right. Hisao invited her out to a picnic lunch along with his girlfriend from school. He said she was pretty but not like this. Iwananko's food and the conversation aimed at her might as well have been on another planet. All she wanted was to taste those soft, shiny lips and to cradle that delicate flower of a girl in her arms forever.
None of it made sense to her. Iwanako didn't even like girls. And by all logic, there was no reason why she would even consider this girl pretty, with her scars, her crippling shyness, her asymmetrical haircut. Yet somehow, that innocent, reserved girl managed to pull it off magnificently. She was living proof that beauty did not need to make sense at all.
Iwanako couldn't take it anymore. Her heart was tearing further apart every moment she was physically separated from the girl. If she didn't have her, she would regret it for the rest of her life. Forget food, water, and air. Hanako's lips were all she needed. Just one kiss wouldn't hurt, right?
"So there Kenji was, standing in the middle of the women's showers, his junk hanging out... Um, Iwanako?"
Iwanako had pounced over to Hanako's side of the picnic blanket and knocked her over and began aggressively making out with her. Hanako meekly reciprocated, mostly out of consideration for Hisao's friend.
"Hanako? Are you okay?" Hisao pried Iwanako off of her just as she was about to get her shirt ripped open.
"Yes. I-I'm S-Sorry." Hanako looked up, apologetically.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. All that matters is that you're unhurt."
"I-I know. S-Sorry."
"Whooooaaaah. Man," Iwanako shook her head and pounded her chest as if to dislodge a big wad of perversion from her throat. "I dunno what came over me!"
"Hanako, Hisao..." Iwanako pouted, her face red with shame. "I'm sorry, I just..."
"I-It's okay," Hanako held up her clasped hands to her face looking like a hurt puppy. "I-I'm fine."
"No... It's not. You guys were nice enough to invite me along and I got all weird and took advantage of..."
"No, really. It's fine." Hisao calmly said, holding Hanako close to him. "She's got that effect on people. It's not the first time..."
"Oh? Well... Okay then." Iwanako normally wouldn't believe something like that, but after what she just did, she could be convinced that the sky was red. "I still wanna make it up to you guys. How about you two come over to my place later and I'll make dinner. My parents are out of town and..."
"Wait." Hisao raised his eyebrow in attention. "Your parents will be gone? You don't plan on doing anything to my girlfriend, do you?"
"I cannot promise that I won't"
"W-What t-time should we come over?" Hanako asked, blowing a kiss back at Iwanako.
"Hanako!"
-Shizune-
"Hisao? Is that you?" Iwanako looked up from the stack of magazines she was inspecting at the bookstore.
"Hey Iwanako. Long time no see."
"Yeah, you're looking good. Are you feeling better now?"
"Pretty much. I'm still on all kinds of drugs, though. Oh yeah, Allow me to introduce my gi..."
"Hi! I'm Shizune! Hicchan's girlfriend!"
"Hello Shizune," Iwanako nodded politely and turned to face Hisao's other companion, who was discretely making hand gestures behind her back. "I'm Iwanako, what's your name?"
"I told you," The first girl answered again. "I'm Shizune, Hisao's girlfriend. WAHAHAHAHA~!"
"I know, you told me that already..."
"Oy, sorry about that. They really get a kick out of confusing strangers." Hisao laughed, patting the shoulder of the quiet girl to his right. "Actually, this is Shizune. She's deaf."
"Ooooh, I see." Iwanako said, figuring it out, then turning to the pink-haired girl she spoke to first. "Then you must be Shizune's inter-"
"Actually, I'm Misha, Hicchan's girlfriend!"
"You... what?" She confusedly turned to Hisao. "Don't tell me that you're dating both of these girls."
"Well," Hisao nervously scratched the back of his head in slight embarrassment. "I guess you can say I am. You see, Shizune and Misha are a bit of a package deal. Two halves of a melon and all."
"Just, how does that sort of arrangement work?" Iwanako asked, staring at Shizune and Misha as they started to kiss, hoping to weird her out further.
"Quite well, actually," Hisao explained. "It started as a matter of necessity since my sign language was pretty rotten. You see at first I fell for Shizune but I needed to go through Misha. As I started to get better at it, I realized that I was in love with both girls. I was worried that I'd have to chose one or the other but it turned out that they had the same concerns and after sorting things out, we decided to all stay with each other."
"Yeah-huh." Iwanako looked at Hisao, cockeyed. She was rather mortified that a guy she actually liked would so readily jump into such an unusual relationship.
"Well, um, I'm happy for you guys." Iwanako excused herself as Misha squeezed her chest together to taunt Iwanako with her superior cleavage, while Shizune slowly raised her skirt up to show off her thighs. "It was nice seeing you again. Keep in touch, okay?"
"Bye, Iwanako. Your email is still the same, right?"
"Yeah!" Iwanako left her planned purchases behind and quickly exited the store.
"Jeez, she's no fun!" Misha pouted. "What do you think, Shicchan?"
"Yeah, what a prude."
-Lilly-
"Well, well, if it isn't Hisao's new girlfriend?" A girl's voice addressed Lilly, as she waited outside the park bathroom for Hisao, who was suffering from a debilitating bout of sudden food poisoning.
"Hello there." Lilly bowed towards the voice in friendly greeting. "I'm Lilly. How do you do?"
"Will ya look at this?" The strange girl spoke to her nonspeaking companions as their footsteps gathered around. "Hisao got himself a goddamned ojou. Can you see this, princess?"
The girl's sleeves flapped as she raised her forearm to give what was surely an obscene gesture.
"Doh ho ho ho, Oh my." Lilly gave a ladylike laugh and tried placating the girl's hostility by playing along.
"What's so funny?" The stranger orbited around Lilly, flicking at her hair. "Her royal highness doesn't like my leftovers?"
"Leftovers? I do not understand."
"Dontcha know? I was Hisao's girl once. He must've been sicker than I thought to suddenly be into snobby foreigners with cow udders."
"Oh, you must be Iwanako then. It's nice to meet you. I suppose I have you to thank for being able to meet Hisao."
"Yeah, I've heard about you too. I hear you went to an all-girl Catholic school. So which are you?"
"Which what?" Lilly innocently shrugged.
"Which type of Catholic schoolgirl are you? A slut or a dyke?" Iwanako's insulting query was met with a cacophony of immature female giggles surrounding them. Lilly realized that she had been surrounded and decided to defuse the situation.
"Oh dear." Lilly sighed. "It seems that we've gotten off on the wrong foot. "Perhaps it would be best if we parted company now and started fresh some other day." Schoolyard incidents like this one were the true reason Lilly switched schools. Calmly, she called upon her extensive experience with teenage conflicts to seek a resolution.
"Oh no, bitch, you ain't getting rid of me that easily." Iwanako grabbed hold of Lilly's cane that was leaning on the wall next to her and threw it to the ground.
"How 'bout that?" Iwanako and her posse laughed as Lilly dropped to the ground and groped around looking for her cane. "I've got the ojou on her hands and knees."
Iwanako stepped closer, audibly grinding pavement gravel under her shoes as she approached. After a pause, one foot lifted off the ground and swung back, lined up with Lilly's face.
"Oh? Still looking? I've got your cane right here-"
Lilly caught Iwanako's foot by the ankle mid swing with her crossed forearms. Digging her nails into exposed calf flesh, she pulled backwards with her legs and yanked her opponent to the ground and heard a thud when Iwanako landed on her back. Estimating the location and orientation of Iwanako's torso, Lilly threw her left elbow into her stomach, knocking out whatever breath she still had after the fall.
"T-The fuck?!" Iwanako wheezed as she scrambled backwards.
Lilly cautiously got back up, her arms spread out, ready to deflect any blow heading at her. Iwanako jumped at Lilly and grabbed at her hair. Back in Lilly's old school, girls used to put razorblades and needles in their hair just to prevent such an attack.
With Iwanako scrambling to pull out her hair, Lilly swung her right arm in to clutch her enemy against herself. Armed with the knowledge of the positioning of Iwananko's body and limbs, she relentlessly punched away, first at Iwanako's ear, then her armpit.
Iwanako hooked her leg around to trip Lilly backwards, but was forced onto her own back due to her own lighter weight. With Iwanako on the ground again, Lilly pinned her down between her knees and repeatedly slugged her in the face until Iwanako ceased clawing at her. Lilly heard her cane get kicked around by Iwanako's flailing legs and halted her onslaught to retrieve it.
"Goddammit!" Iwanako addressed her backup as she stumbled away from the site of her beat down. "Why the fuck are you skeezers just standing around? Help me!"
"We... we thought you had it handled." One girl said.
"Yeah," another replied, "she's just a blind rich bitch. You couldn't take her on her own?"
"Oh, and to answer your question, my dear..." Lilly yelled at Iwanako as she drew her cane sword open. "I'm THIS kind of Catholic schoolgirl!"
"This chick is crazy, we're outta here." Iwanako's friends abandoned the scene, the footsteps from their clunky shoes filling the air like applause for Lilly's performance.
"Lilly! Are you okay? What happened?" Hisao came running out of the bathroom while pulling up his pants, belt still undone.
"H-Hisao?!" Iwanako went running away after her friends, clutching her split lip and broken nose. "It was nothing, bye!"
"I'm perfectly alright, Hisao." Lilly fixed her hair and dusted herself off, looking almost like nothing happened. "Your friend just took a fall and hurt herself."
, well, most of that time was spent relearning photoshop, but yeah...
