[HOT GIMMICK] Teach Me, 2/?

[Nausica?]

<font color=#333399>Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, terms, and affiliates of Hot Gimmick are not mine, but belong to their respective owner, Miki Aihara, and its licensor, VIZ.

Notes: Wow? I?m glad you like it, sweets. After all this time, it?s nice to know that I don?t suck ^^ Just in case, the large block of text that?s in italics is a flashback. The rest of my AN?s will be at the end. Now - shoo! Go read!

Dedicated to: nightkat01, cause she rocks and I plan to stuff her in my suitcase when I go to Japan.






Teach Me
written by: the_blackestfaery



Chapter Two: A Date with a Not-So Devil



Luckily for Hatsumi, no else came on the elevator. The remainder of her ride was spent in complete silence, the whirring of the cables and the corny music playing softly in the background muted by the one question resounding off the confines of her head.

?How did this happen??

From her place slumped in a corner, Hatsumi stared off into space. Disbelief may as well have been tattooed across her forehead. She was at a total loss for words.

Everything had been going so well. Ryouki and she had actually been having a good time today. Where had it all gone wrong?






It was all that damn candy?s fault.

Hatsumi knew she was late, but that lollipop had looked so good. It had been red and shiny and all dressed up in a happy yellow wrapper that shined like a beacon from across the street where she walked.

Once spotted, Hatsumi had been ? er ? a sucker for it.

Now the remains of the lolli graced the terminal floor in pieces as she watched the trailing end of the last express train of the day round a bend. One foot was still on the last step, the muscles in her leg braced to boost her to level ground, but all Hatsumi could think of was a handsome face scowling as a hand pointed to a watch.

Hatsumi gulped. She could see the inevitable scene play out before her eyes: She would apologize profusely for being late for their date, Tachibana-kun would bonk her on the head, and say --

?You?re late.? The very real hand on her head was heavy, but not threatening.

Hatsumi eeped and turned, nearly falling on her rear in the process.

It was as if her thoughts had conjured him up, for there he stood. Tall, fair, and warmly wrapped in one of his many scarves, Ryouki was a study in understated elegance.

Too bad he was scowling.

?Wh-?

?I figured you?d do something stupid and end up being late,? Ryouki huffed, rolling his eyes. ?What was it this time, huh? Did you get lost between the three blocks from here and your school??

For all his ranting, the hand on her head remained gentle. And as Ryouki continued to expound on the idiocy of her ways, the hand slid down and under her hair, burying itself in the honey strands. Hatsumi shivered. The brush of his warm fingers against the nape of her neck sent a pleasant thrill shooting down her spine, and despite her attempts to feel insulted by his remark, she slowly pressed her head back for firmer contact. Rewarded by the rubbing this caused ? and the subsequent weakening of her knees ? Hatsumi barely heard the last sentence.

?? do now??

?What??
Ryouki?s sigh parted her hair. ?I said, ?What are you gonna do now???

?Me??

?Yes, you! You have to make this up to me! You made me wait.? Cause as if I would ever admit to wanting to see you sooner.

?Well?? It was her fault, she supposed. Ryouki opened his mouth to bully her some more.

?Okay.?

His thunder stolen from him, Ryouki could only stare blankly at her.

Hatsumi. Had. Agreed.

And agreeing meant sex.

Well, at least for him?

A shy grip on his hand, though, stopped him in his tracks..

?H-how about some tea, Tachibana-kun? For starters.? The hand fitted so perfectly within his grasp tightened nervously.

Feeling the squeeze on his heart, Ryouki looked up. He knew how hard that had been for her. He wasn?t unaware of how much he intimidated her ? had in fact, used Hatsumi?s fear against her many times.

A smile threatened.

Damn, but the girl was getting to him.

Instead, he summoned a look of utter boredom and turned back down the stairs.

?Fine, but it?d better be the best tasting tea ever.?

He didn?t release her hand.






After a surprisingly pleasant discussion of Ryouki?s favourite subject ? himself ? and how he was fairing in terms of his studies, they had gone on to watch a movie, walk for some aimless window-shopping, and head back home. And all the while, their hands had stayed linked.

The conversation in the elevator, however, may as well have nixed the past four hours.






The sudden coolness at her hand had felt like a slap to Hatsumi, but she was angry ? angry enough to speak her mind.

?Stop it!? She relented. ?Please? I know I could?ve done better on that mid-term, but things came up at home, and I had to??

?Oh fer Chrissake, Hatsumi! Don?t gimme your dumb excuses.? Ryouki leaned against the wall opposite her and punched the button for the top-floor suite. ?I know it was about your precious brother, okay??

Hatsumi felt her jaw drop.

?Don?t look so surprised.? Smirking, Ryouki pushed at his glasses. ?Did you forget who my mother was? I know everything that goes on around here. I know that he?s strapped for cash, I know that he?s taken up another job, I know??

The slap echoed in the tiny space of the elevator.

?Just? shut up! You know nothing about what it?s like. Nothing about not having enough money to pay for rent or anything like that!? How ironic. She?d used the same hand that had held his moments before.

She swiped at her tears and missed the hand that briefly clutched a reddened cheek.

?You don?t know everything.?

Ryouki started towards her.






It was the sudden bright light that broke Hatsumi from her musings. She blinked owlishly up at the silhouette.

?Y-yes??

?Hatsumi? What?re you doing?? It was Akane. ?What?s wrong??

?Umm? just resting. Super long day at school.? Hatsumi faked a yawn and sneaked a peek to see if she bought it.

?Yeah, mine too. Wanna come with me to pick up Hikaru??

Relieved, Hatsumi nodded and stood. The silence in the elevator lasted for all of two seconds.

?So? you guys do it yet??



TBC...






Notes: *dodges assorted pointy things* I know, I know. Filler chapter. I swore I would never do that, but I wanted to draw out Hatsumi?s stress just a little more. Guess I drew out yours too, eh? Mwahaha?

Chapter 3?s called ?Lesson Planning.?</font>

[bookworm]

...still...nice...eh...wonder if you will try to write a fic based on the color tag (or whatever it is). Just bugging me, shouting : Fic Me!!!! Here I am, kissing Hatsumi, groping Hatsumi...er, well. Naus, write one lime/lemon RxH, please!!!! *puppy lk*

AND...next chap? *BIG PUPPY LK*