Chapter 1 has been edited to perfection now! I didn't realise that I left out the sex scene, so its in now! ENJOY! Oh, and a reviews are appreciated and adored but you don't have to…
Of course I own them! I'm their mother (not)
There's not much else to say about what happened straight after that. Kihiri heard the distant sound of his band heading back to the tour bus so we had to split up and quickly get dressed. We exchanged phone numbers and then parted.
I didn't tell anyone about what happened that night until a year later, 2002, where I ended up telling Sakito (under the influence of alcohol, mind you) about how I had 'been in love' with 'this guy'. It was at the moment of telling him everything that happened that I suddenly came to a horrible conclusion- hadn't Kihiri just used me? He always made the first move, gave the orders…
He was the one who suggested we meet up.
He was the one who started doing the 'hitting'
He was the one who… Did he seduce me? I wasn't sure if I knew what seducing was.
But I was certain that I was used. It was probably a bet with his band! 'See if you can sleep with the scary guy with all the piercings, Kihiri!' 'Yeah! Tell us if he can actually kiss with all that metal!'. I bet that's it. He just wanted to get with a higher-rate musician, probably to up his status or something. He probably took something of mine for proof too… I remember moaning to Sakito all about it, almost crying, before passing on the tour bus back seat. I can't count how many times I've passed out in the back seat… Before vomiting out the window half the time.
I waited a few days after our bands' departure from each other before I texted Kihiri. I waited a day and received no reply. I forced myself to wait on edge for an uncomfortable 25 hours, before I gave in and texted a simple '?'.
I still didn't receive a reply. I never received a reply. I forced the whole thing to the back of my head. I mean, c'mon! It wasn't special or anything was it? It wasn't like we were together for years and blah blah blah… I had known him just 40 hours- and we were exactly 'together', we just had sex. It wasn't like losing my virginity was supposed to be something special. That's just for girls. Right?
Well that's what I kept telling myself.
Over two years passed until I saw Kihiri again, though I really hadn't expected to.
Straight on the dot of 3 O'clock on a groggy afternoon in 2004, I was ripped from my beloved sleep by my alarm. As I lifted my head from its place of being face first into the black pillow, my hand drifted to my forehead to push my hair from my eyes. Only then, when I felt not even a tiny strand near my eyes, did I remember that I had cut it, my fringe length now only about 2 inched. I groaned as the dreaded beeping sound of my alarm caused my brain to throb painfully. I whisked my hand out from under my duvet to slam my bruised fist onto the silent button. I sat up on my elbows running my fingers through my hair as I yawned with fatigue. Why was I still asleep at 3 o clock in the afternoon? Tour had been long and rough, though forever always fun, but sleep had been rare and precious. Now home, back in my parent's house, I was free to sleep. I decided I was still tired, and snuggled back down in the bed, changing my position onto my side, licking my dry lips before allowing myself to begin to drift back off happily.
"Mitsu-chan…"
Apparently I was wrong as I heard a familiar voice call to me from downstairs
"Mitsu, time to get up!"
Please mum let me sleep…. Just five more minutes… I'm so tired I can't speak, please just let me-
"C'mon MiMi-chan! The afternoon isn't a time for beddy-byes"
