Here is Greenwood
"The Diary of Mitsuru Ikeda"
By Roo
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Warnings: Sap. Lemon. Some kawaii alerts. Takes place two years before Suka-chan enters the scene.

The Diary of Mitsuru Ikeda (cont)

~*~

Entry 12

I dreamed of him tonight. Shit, I hope I didn't make any noise in my sleep. It was a really... hot dream.

I can't believe I'm writing this.

It started out simple enough. He was over my shoulder like he always is, demanding I do this problem or that. But there were rules. For every problem I got wrong, he would spank me. I'm blushing, but I have to confess, I liked it. They were really good spanks. Just hard enough to make a slapping sound fill up the room. I could feel the blood rush to the center of my groin and my pants swelled painfully. God, it really felt good.

For every question I got right, I would be rewarded. Sometimes with a touch. Like a neck massage. Or a back rub. Then maybe a little kiss to the back of my neck. I never tried so hard to get a math problem correct in my life. Soon I could feel his hands sliding over me---down my chest and across my abs.

I started moaning---and here's what makes me nervous. I hope to Gods I didn't moan out aloud last night. That would be so embarrassing.

But how could I not moan? He would say I was a good student and then he would touch me---rub me---through my slacks. Those deep pale amethyst eyes stared directly at me as he moved his hand over my hard dick.

I confess, I remember leaning into it. Damn, that was a good dream! That was all it was---he just rubbed me there. Making me so hard. But I couldn't scream. I couldn't talk. I just sat there, rocking into his caress, making the chair squeak a little in my eagerness. Finally, he pulled me up to him and kissed me---hot wet lips covering my own. His hand pressed more firmly against my flesh, mapping me through my clothing, teasing and taunting and making me ache.

I whimpered and he broke the kiss. "I think I know how to escape," he said. And with that, he vanished. I awoke with an agonizing hard-on. It was so bad I could barely stand up on the way to the bathroom. I dashed through the morning-cold hallway and skidded into the stall. Making sure no one else was there, I put my hand down my boxers and jerked myself off as quickly as I could. I didn't want to, but for some reason, images of Shinobu filled my mind.

I imagined him sneaking into the bathroom with me, smiling. He would push me into the stall and pull down my pants. Then he would get down on his knees and suck me. God, the sheer thought made my cock pulse. I humped into my hand, my hips thrusting sharply back and forth, and I came, gloriously, into the toilet. Afterwards I felt utterly sick with myself. I didn't talk to him. Didn't look at him for a whole day. He seemed shocked---well, as shocked as Shinobu can get. But he didn't press me about it. Not until after dinner...


~*~

"Mitsu?"

"What?"

"Do you want to study tonight?"

"No, I think I'm okay."

"Oh?"

Mitsuru grimaced. "Yeah. It doesn't matter. I'm dropping out of the race anyway."

Silence. And then, "I never figured you for a coward, Mitsuru."

That made him spin around in his chair. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Backing down are you? Giving up?"

"Yeah," he spat out angrily. "That's right." With a dark expression scowling his face, Mitsuru turned back to his diary.

"Mitsu?" A gentle hand rested on his shoulder, sending cracks of electricity down his spine.

"What!" He jumped up in the air, slamming his book shut lest Shinobu discover his secret.

"What's the matter with you?" Shinobu looked sincerely worried. Mitsuru had never seen him so concerned before.

"Nothing. I'm tired. I haven't been sleeping well."

"Haven't been sleeping well?"

"Yeah, you know. Nightmares."

"Oh. I see."

"Um, yeah. Sorry I snapped. I get real testy sometimes." He knew his voice didn't sound nearly as apologetic as it should have.

"It's okay."

A cold veil fell around Shinobu, cutting him off from Mitsuru somehow. The blonde's shoulders slumped when he felt the silent wall erect itself. He knew he caused it. It was a self-preservation tactic; he recognized it easily enough. He had used it himself. So this was the way it would have to be from now on. He sighed, and sat back down in his chair. Unaware, he put his palms over his eye sockets and rubbed the weariness away. Shinobu stared at him. He could feel it. Slowly he lifted his head and looked back at the boy, but said nothing. A pregnant pause and then, "Come on." Shinobu stood to gather their coats.

"Where are we going?"

"To play with the limes."

For some reason, Mitsuru felt like he had been absolved---and he felt grateful. Weariness began to brush away and he stood to take his coat.

"I need a walk."

"I could tell." Shinobu locked the door behind them.

~*~

Entry 13

He took me on a walk tonight. Over the grounds. The leaves are falling now. Their pretty colors were nothing in the dark. But I liked the rustling noise they made as we walked.

We went over the little cement bridge and up on that hill with the broken street lamp. It was cold and I must have shivered, because he stepped closer to me. That only made me shiver all the more.

"Look there," he whispered, craning his neck upwards. At first I thought he meant the squirrel's nest in the tress over us, but he meant the stars. So bright and vibrant in contrast to the waning moon.

"Do you know your astronomy, Mitsu?"

I shook my head. Shinobu seemed to know everything. I am so stupid. Why does he even hang out with me?

"That's Gemini. The twins of the soul."

Everything he says has a double meaning, though I usually miss it. Not this time, though.

"Twin souls."

"Mmmm," he said, standing even closer to me.

I sighed and---oh Gods, I can't believe I did this---I put my head on his shoulder.

I guess I expected to be pushed away. Or laughed at. Or something. But he was quiet, as usual. Comfortably quiet. Finally he put his arm around me, and I smiled, my eyes still closed. He felt so warm...so warm...

"Do you think you can sleep now?"

Yeah, right. "Mhm," I said, or something like that. He hugged me close---the feeling not exactly practiced or natural, but still sweet, and then we walked back to our room.

He didn't say anything for the rest of the night, and so neither did I. I just started writing in this damned book again. I guess I've gotten used to being quiet around him, but I need to express some things, so... I use this battered old diary. Good night, diary.


~*~

"Ahjchooou!"

"Sick?"

"Sniiiiiiff. Nbo. M'nod."

"Uh-huh. Mitsu, come here."

The blonde tried to get out of bed, but his arms shook so bad he quickly gave up and lay limp on his mattress. "Never mind. I'll come to you."

A cool hand pressed against his forehead, and Mitsuru leaned into it---curling his body up like an armadillo as he did so. "Oh gob. M'dyingu."

"You are not dying. You've got a cold. You should see the nurse."

"Noh. Ohhhhh. I don' like hib."

"Why not?"

"Hebtai."

"The school nurse? A pervert? Mitsu, you'll have to do better." Shinobu rested his hands on his hips in the perfect imitation of an angry mother.

"He iiis! Ohhhhn. Triet to feel m ub."

Shinobu sighed. "All right. What if I came with you? Would that make you happy?"

"Yeb."

"Fine. Let's get you dressed."

Mitsuru tried to rise again, but sobbed in his weakness.

"Geez, you really are sick. Here, put your arms around my neck."

Mitsuru did as instructed, wrapping his shaky limbs across his roommate's broad shoulders. Shinobu lifted him off of the bunk and into his arms as lightly as though he was a bouquet of roses. He sighed, grateful it had not been a great ordeal.

"Here, hold onto the this while I get you a shirt," Shinobu instructed, pressing the blonde's hands to the bedpost before running towards the closet.

Wuuuuump.

"Mitsuru!"

"Shin...Ohhhh."

"Here, here..." Shinobu picked him up off the floor and cradled him close, fear starting to work into the chiseled porcelain features.

"Dond worry, Shin. I'b okay. I feel like rubba nway."

"Forget the clothes; let's just get you there."

Quickly, Shinobu scooped Mitsuru protectively to him and strode through the halls just below a dash. Mitsuru could feel the pounding of the boy's heart with each jostling step and he felt warmed that Shinobu would care so much.

"Gomen."

"Shhh, Mitsu. Almost there."

~*~

"Well, well. Prince Charming to the rescue. What have you got here, boys?"

Mitsuru glared at the nurse---that pervert-- Kazuhiro. Sure, he was a gorgeous, intelligent, married man, but he still gave him the creeps. Last time he came to update his medical records, the man backed up against a wall, muttering some comment about shy boys. He was just odd.

"Sir. My roommate has a very high temperature and he's very weak. How about a bed? He's heavy, too." That made Mitsuru promptly shift his glare.

"I think I can do that. Bring him over here."

The nurse took his pulse and listened to his heart and lungs. It revealed nothing. Next came blood pressure---which was very high, considering. When he tapped Mitsuru's sinuses, the boy screamed. "Ahhh!"

"Mitsu!" Shinobu rushed forward, then contained himself.

"Yep. Just as I thought. A sinus infection. Take a bottle of amoxicilian and bed rest, kid. You should be fine within the week." Satisfied with his easy prognosis, the nurse grinned.

"Bastarb!"

"Oh, not so shy anymore are we, Mitsuru-chan?"

"I'be goingu to punche youb lightz oud!"

Shinobu intercepted the weak aim, quietly murmuring, "Come on, Mitsu. You need your rest." Shinobu moved to lift him again.

"He can stay in the infirmary. You don't want to risk getting sick, yourself."

"But--"

"No buts, young man. You can visit. Don't you have class? Be gone!" With a flare, the nurse pushed him out of the little curtained room and that was that.

~*~

Entry 16

I am so bored without Shinobu! They don't even have TV here. When I'm dorm president, that's the first thing that's going to change. When I'm president...Shinobu.

I miss him, actually. The silence here is not comfortable. It's cold and white and it fills up everything---even solid things. It's stale. The food here sucks. I want French fries. Shin's French fries always taste best. Look at me, mooning like some girl. Well, I can't help the fact that I'm hungry.

Did he really carry me here? Like some damsel in distress? He must have been really worried, then. He hates attention. I wish I had been more with it; I love attention!

I was so stupid. Going out that night, knowing how I get colds so easily. It had been nice though. To feel his arm wrap around me. At least I know he cares for me. A little, at least.

Does he dream of me, too? Maybe he has feelings... I know he's never likely to share. I didn't even know what I wanted to have happen.

I just know that I missed him.

I missed him.

And I want him here.

Now...


~*~

"Mitsu?"

"Shin?" The delight in Mitsuru's voice remained undisguised.

"Here you are."

"What did you bring me?" Mitsuru looked down and eagerly unwrapped the dark blue furushiki. "Trigonometry 101?"

"Yep. Figured you'd wanna keep up with the tutoring, if you're still gonna try and beat me for the presidency."

The blonde boy curled his arm backwards, taking aim with the textbook.

"Maa, maa, maa! Mitsu! Calm down! Here. Sheesh, you little brat." Shinobu held out a simple piece of chocolate, wrapped in red foil. "Chocolate covered cherry."

"Wow! My favorite! How did you know?"

Shinobu chuckled. "I figured they were just decadent enough to make your list."

"Thanks, Shin. It's not anybody that gives me their cherry." Mitsuru winked, teasing his friend good-naturedly.

Shinobu smirked back, leaning his elbows on the bed rail and his face on his fists. "You can have that, too, if you're hungry enough."

Mitsuru's eyes popped out, his right eyebrow twitching ever so slightly. He knew he looked like a fool, but the information put his drug-laced brain into overdrive.

"Mitsu, Mitsu, Mitsu. I think the nurse has been a bad influence." Shinobu trailed a hand down Mitsuru's lean tummy, making him shiver, like in his dream.

"Ah. No actually. He's really not that bad. I think it's his way of joking." He cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from that hand.

"Is that you're way of joking?"

"Anoo..." Mitsuru felt his blush begin to rise, tinting the bridge of his nose.

"Mitsu?"

"Hai?"

"Study now?"

"Gomen, I'm very tired."

He expected a rebuke, or at least a stern look. But Shinobu's face remained soft and calm. "All right. How bout I read to you? A poem perhaps?"

"Yeah. That would be nice."

"Very well..."

~*~

"Sorry, boys. Visiting time is up."

Shinobu shot him an apologetic look. "Gomen. My schedule..."

"It's all right. How's the room getting on with out me? Probably happy I'm not messing up the Feng Shui."

"It's not happy, Mitsu. Nothing is happy without you." Shinobu leaned over and ran a smooth hand over his hair, petting down the unruly locks.

Mitsuru could feel tears well up. How long had it been since anybody touched him like that? "Shinobu... I want to come home..."

"Soon."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay."

The hand stilled, before the backs of fingers brushed lightly over Mitsuru's cheek. "I'll be waiting. Get better soon."

~*~

Entry 20

Finally back in my old room. I really missed it. The view is so much better than the one in the infirmary. And Shin has added lots of nice things, like incense sticks and a bookshelf and a little table. It's cozy here. Shin is here.

The last week feels like an underwater-dream. Did he really touch me like that? Does he want me? Do I want him, or am I just lonely? It's typical for orphans---well, adopted kids---like me, to seek out affection like this, isn't it?

Maybe I'm making him an object of fascination---maybe I'm romanticizing him. I don't want to do that to him. I don't want him to be anything other than special.

I'm so selfish...


~*~

"Hey." Shinobu glanced at him.

"Hm?"

"You look so serious. Show me one of those brilliant smiles?"

Mitsuru frowned slightly. "Mn. Can't fake them, that's why they're brilliant."

"Egotist... Ah! There it is!"

"Can't help but smile at you, Shin."

"Ah, domo!" Shinobu bowed slightly, teasing Mitsuru with his over-politeness.

"Sahhh, I'm bored!"

"We could go over math problems. The test is tomorrow..."

"Nope. All I've learned I already know, and everything else will just confuse me." Mitsuru folded his arms casually behind his head, relaxing back into the mattress.

"You are such a child!"

"Well, there are more important things to worry about, Shin."

"What could be more important that the math test?"

"The election."

"Oooh. They're one and the same to you, aren't they?"

"How do you figure?"

Shinobu shrugged. "Well, no math test..."

"--No presidency. I know."

"Shouldn't we study just a little bit?"

"...Yeah."

Huddling close, Mitsuru could smell the freesia lotion and vanilla sugar cookies that permeated Shinobu's sweater. Christmas would come soon, and with it, snow. And with snow, winter break. He sighed. What would he do without Shinobu? He didn't want to go home; he would just be a burden to his foster family.

"Number four. The proof."

He sighed harder. "I know. I just don't get this one."

Shinobu shifted his weight and rested his head on Mitsuru's shoulder. "What can I do to entice you to do this problem? You know you know it."

Mitsuru gulped. His erection sprang to life as memories of his dream filtered down into his consciousness. "Well..."

"Hmm?"

"I want another cherry!"

Shinobu smiled. "Which kind, Mitsu?"

Mitsuru turned beat red and stared down at his book. "You know which kind," he murmured to the book.

"Ah. We'll see."

~*~

The waiting seemed endless. Mitsuru paced back and forth in front of the posting board, his stomach knotting with the ropes of fear. "Ah, shit!"

Smiling at him, Shinobu just leaned against the wall, his left leg propped up at a right angle. "Mitsu. Will you relax?"

"Easy for you to say."

"Even easier for me to do."

Mitsuru paused, then whirled around at his stoic friend. "Yes, I know. I wish I could be more like you, Shin. Always so collected and perfectly calm. Don't you feel anything!?!"

Mitsuru stopped, noting the pained look in Shinobu's eyes.

"Yes, it so happens I do."

"Shin--"

"Look!" someone shouted. "The test scores are being put up!"

Mitsuru ran over to the board, forgetting Shinobu in the heat of his excitement. He never saw the violet-haired boy turn and walk away.

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