Act 3-
 
Part 1- Coming to terms
 
Im jolted awake by my phone. It seems my personal trainer hasn't forgotten about me after one day. I'm dressed and out on the track in record time.
 
I hail down Emi and we begin our morning run. Well, its not not much of a run in all honesty. Im really just jogging for about 3 minutes then catching my breath. Emi keeps to her word and stays by my side, offering the occasional word of encouragement. I decide to finish the final stretch at a much faster pace and end quite winded. I flop down onto the grass and stare at the sky.
 
To my surprise, Emi looms over me. "Wow Hisao, you did great today. Keep up that level of effort and you will be running marathons with me in no time!"
 
I give her a smile and continue to catch my breath.
 
She continues. "And to think, all that it took to motivate you was falling in love with the loudest person in existence."
 
I snap into a sitting position and stare at Emi. "How the hell do you know anything about that?"
 
A triumphant smile crosses her face. "Oh, I only suspected until now. Way to go Hisao, she's a lovely lady. Just watch out for Shizune, I don't think she's gonna like you borrowing her translator."
 
Im still too shocked to really take in this situation. "Seriously, how did you find out? I haven't mentioned a word to you."
 
Emi plops onto the grass besides me. "Oh well, it wasn't what YOU said. See, I was up late last night finishing my homework, when a voice assaults me through the walls. Its Misha, and she's singing a song, and the song only has one lyric. Its "I got a boyfriend! I got a boyfriend!" And since you were really the only man Misha spends time with, I made an educated guess."
 
This story causes me to laugh more than it probably should. Emi joins in.
 
Hmm.. boyfriend eh? I mean, I guess you could call me that. We did kiss, and she did accept my offer of a date. I guess subtlety is not Misha's strong point. I hope ill get some free time in school today to talk to her about the whole "us" situation.
 
I step into the classroom and greet both Misha and Shizune with a friendly wave. Before I can even protest, Misha has crossed the room and embraces me in a hug. Im starting to realize how awesome hugs are. She then takes my hand in hers and leads me to our desks.
 
Not that I mind at all, but I think just about the whole world saw that. I risk a glance around the room and see most of the class looking at me with a mixture of raised eyebrows and smiles. Miki seems to be collecting money from the person to her right with a smug look on her face. Even Mutou seems to be eyeing us a little.
 
Shizune seems the most concerned with this behavior, and looks furiously at Misha. A flurry of signs pass between the two girls, causing Misha to lean towards me and whisper. "Shicchan says that public displays of affection set a bad example for the rest of the student body and that council members should be above that." Misha then giggles impishly.
 
inspired by Misha's boldness, I decide to take charge of the situation. I tear a square of paper from my workbook and begin to write to Shizune.
 
-Shizune, I didn't want to mention this through Misha, sorry about having to write to you. Im sure you aware of what happened last night. Do you mind if during the lunch break me and Misha have the time to ourselves? Just today, so we can work things out a little better?-
 
I pass her the note and receive a reply next time Mutou looks away from his students.
 
-The correct grammar would be Misha and myself, not me and Misha. And that's fine, just because Misha helps translate for me doesn't mean I'm going to be an annoying third wheel. Good luck Hisao, you're going to need it.-
 
That last line lingers in my head all through the morning classes. Shizune doesn't waste words. She really thinks I'm going to need luck. Every person has skeletons in their closet, I wonder if she really thinks Misha's are that scary?
 
The lunch bell rings and I make my invite. "Hey Misha, do you want to grab lunch together?"
 
Misha grins. "Hicchan, we eat together every day."
 
Time to launch my clever plan. "Misha, I mean me and you. Nobody else. It would give us time to talk. Alone."
 
Realization dawns on Misha. "Is Shicchan OK with this?"
 
"I already talked with Shizune. She said it was fine. What do you say?"
 
"Of course Hicchan, but your gonna have to let me finish my lunch before you try all the nasty~ perverted stuff your planning!"
 
I begin to try to come up with a defense of my chaste intentions. Misha cuts me off.
 
"Wahaha, your still really easy to tease Hicchan. Its adorable."
 
I fire back without thinking. "Your adorable."
 
Now its Misha's turn to blush. That's a draw in my book.
 
We buy our lunches and decide to eat in the small forest right besides Yamaku. After a short walk, we sit down side by side against a large tree. Misha wastes no time and begins to devour her lunch. Conversation tends to be difficult with someone who has a mouth full of food, so we sit in silence for several blissful minutes.
 
Misha finishes her lunch and breaks the silence. "So Hicchan, what did you want to talk about?"
 
What do I really want to talk about? I really wish I knew the answer to that. The thousand buzzing questions I had are utterly destroyed by Misha's presence.
 
"Well Misha, I just wanted an excuse to be alone with you. It seems to have worked."
 
Misha can't contain her laughter. "Wahahaha, that's pretty darn clever Hicchan. You had me worried, I thought you were going to say you made a mistake on the bus and wanted things normal again."
 
Even though she's smiling and using her typical bubbly speech, I don't think that last statement was anything but the truth. Why is she so convinced nobody could ever like her?
 
"Misha, why do you keep beating yourself up like that?"
 
She reacts to this by becoming suddenly interested in the grass at her feet. I wait and wait for any response, but it seems I'm not getting one. Its painfully obvious at this point she has some demons. And she thinks they are just going to push me away from her, and she's scared of that fact.  
 
Maybe its the fact that I hate seeing her vulnerable like this that causes me to act. Maybe its just a protective instinct. Its probably because I'm falling so hard for her.
 
I wrap my arm around her body and lean her head into my shoulder. The only response I get from her is a sharp intake of breath. I want to say something comforting, but I think anything I say right now would just cause more harm than good.
 
A small wetness hits my shirt. I turn to Misha and she her, eyes closed, looking into the distance, crying. She notices my movement and turns her face to mine. She just looks so utterly sad. She has the face of a person who has never known happiness. How is this person the same Misha I know?
 
I raise my hand and wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Misha, whatever it is that's causing this, we can get through it, OK?" I decide to emphasize the point by leaning in and planting a kiss on her forehead. A sniffle is the only response I get. We return to our silence observation of the forest.
 
Minutes later, my phone alarm goes off, along with a bell from the school P.A. system. Lunch is over, time to get up and head back to class. I begin to stand slowly before I am interrupted by a pair of arms flinging themselves around my waist. Misha seems to literally be trying to anchor me to to the ground.
 
"Please Hicchan. Stay with me for a while longer?"
 
I don't even have to think about my answer to that. I lean back against the tree and pull Misha towards me again. Her head finds its rest again on my shoulder, and she wraps both her arms around my waist.
 
The sounds of the forest cause me to wake. Damn it to hell, I got so comfortable I fell asleep. Im turning into quite the truant student council member. I shift slightly and feel a weight on my shoulder. Misha is still there, and she appears to have fallen asleep as well. I use my free arm to check the time. Its nearly 3pm. Quite the nap we had. That about ruins any chances of us returning to class today.
 
I decide to simply stay here with Misha. After what feels like a couple of minute, Misha begins to stir, then slowly wakes. She stands and begins to stretch, yawning loudly.
 
"Good morning.. Err.. Afternoon Misha. Sleep well?"
 
She turns to face me and replies. "Mhmm. Thank you for that Hicchan. You helped me come to terms with several things."
 
That's an interesting thing to say. "Mind if I ask what?" I reply.
 
Misha seems to think for several moments, then beams a smile at me. "Sorry Hicchan. Not today. But I can guarantee you will be happy with the results!"
 
"How so?" I reply
 
The words hardly escape my mouth before Misha acts. In one shift motion, she turns around and straddles me. Im pinned between the tree and Misha. She drapes her arms over my shoulders, giving me a seductive smile.. Before the reality of my situation hits me, Misha places her mouth to mine. Softy at first, an inexperienced kiss. She quickly gains confidence and her kiss becomes filled with passion. The kiss of a lover. She parts her mouth, and I feel her tongue as well. My arms encircle her, as if in an attempt to draw her closer to me. We become locked like this for what feels like ages, the only sound being that of our heaving breathing.
 
Misha's mouth parts with mine, and I'm left staring at her. Her face is completely flushed, and Im afraid I'm faring no better . I see a cloud of indecision pass Misha's face then vanish. She leans her head toward to kiss again, and I'm more than happy to oblige. This time she's on the defense, as I push my lips into hers.
 
A loud snapping sound fills the air, causing both Misha and I to pause and look around for the source of the sound. We both spy a rather agitated girl with blue hair standing about 100 feet away from us at the entrance to the forest, clapping her hands together to get our attention.
 
Misha immediately removes herself from my lap and begins to straighten up her attire. I do my best to make myself presentable before Shizune can close the gap between us. Im surprised to see her blushing. The look on her face is that of both fury and relief.
 
She begins to sign to Misha at lightning speed, and Misha translates for me. "I was worried sick about you two! You went to lunch and never came back. I never got a single word from either of you. I thought you got run over by a truck, or had some other terrible incident! And then I find you like that! On school grounds no less! What an example you two set for the rest of the school. Its OK to skip school as long as your smooching in the woods! And how do you think I feel about this as your friend! You leave me alone at lunch and then skip out of the rest of the school day without a word to me. I was worried sick about you two!"
 
Shizune's fury seems endless. Misha begins to sign back, but is cut off by Shizune. She then pulls out her writing pad and a pencil and walks towards me. She takes me by the hand and leads me several feet away from Misha, putting herself between the two of us. She writes on the pad, then hands it to me.
 
"Hisao, I'm disappointed in you the most. Frankly I feel your taking advantage of my best friend in ways you don't even understand. In fact, there is so much you don't understand I'm shocked. And then you take her into the woods, alone, and make out with her for 3 whole hours? What the hell?"
 
I guess that's the line being drawn, and it doesn't surprise me. Shizune is misha's friend before she is my friend. I am touched by her genuine worry though, but I feel I at least have to defend myself a little here. I write back.
 
-We had lunch under a tree and then fell asleep. The kissing part was a recent development, and her idea I might add.-
 
Shizune reads this and scoffs. I motion for the pad back.
 
-And Shizune.. Your my best friend here at Yamaku. You know I wouldn't do anything to harm Misha OR anything to hurt you either. If there is something about this situation I'm missing, tell me. Help me. I want this to work, for all of us.-
 
I hope my heartfelt response can calm her nerves. She reads the note, then almost savagely scrawls a few lines. It appears she thinks better of that line of thought, because she tears that page from the pad. She then writes a new message for me.
 
-I expect you both to use your time more wisely. Lunch time is time your spent being friends with me. Student council time is also time you are both my friends. If you want to continue this relationship outside those blocked time zones... Be my guest.-
 
I think that's the closest to a approval of our relationship I will get from Shizune. I smile and nod to her. This seems to satisfy her, and she turns and walks to Misha. They sign back and forth for several moments, then Shizune takes Misha's hand and begins to lead her back towards the school. Misha manages a good-bye wave to me as they make their way back.
 
 
 
Part 2- Explorers in an unknown land.
 
The remaining school days of the week pass without event. Shizune has drawn her line in the sand and it seems both Misha and I have silently agreed to follow her rules. In front of Shizune, Misha and I are strictly friends, which suits me just fine for now. I would very much hate for our new relationship to cause strife between the two girls. Our duties keep us busy, and I'm unable to catch Misha alone very often. Sunday eventually rolls around, and I decide to sleep in.
 
The sound of my door slamming shut pulls my out of my sleep. Kenji stands in my room, his back braced against my door like he's trying to hold it shut against a flood. He looks at me and begins to shout.
 
"Hisao, man, crap! Dude! Get your shit together and get dressed, there is an invasion in the men's dorms. They are finally coming for me man, I need you to hide me!"
 
I don't think Kenji could really say anything that would surprise me anymore. I decide to humor him by at least waking up and throwing on some casual clothes. During this time he uses the small spy hole in my door to check for.. God knows what. Fully awake, I finally address him.
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"What the hell are you talking about man? And why did you bust into my room? That's rude."
 
Kenji replies. "Man, I don't have time for that shit, the feminists are coming. THE feminists, the head ones! They must know I know, and are coming to take me out man, I need you to hide me, brother! For the resistance!"
 
I decide to humor him. "Who's coming? How do you know this?"
 
"I saw the pink haired one, the one with those demonic drills looking around our building bro. And you know what's even scarier? It was only her. The other one, her feminist queen, is nowhere in sight. That can only mean she's hidden somewhere, waiting for me to make a mistake man."
 
"Wait, you said you saw Misha here? Alone?"
 
Kenji rolls his eyes. "Man, listen to me. She's not alone, the other one is in hiding. Its like the velociraptors man. One of em stands out in the open, and the others hide in the bushes and ambush you from the side. Just like in that movie dude."
 
At this point, I think its best to continue to humor him. "Ok man, I got you. What I need you to do is to keep checking to see if the one with pink hair is in the same spot. I need to get ready. Once I give you the signal, ill distract them while you make a run for it, OK?"
 
Kenji seems to almost tear up at this suggestion. "I never thought it would come to this. I never wanted to have to sacrifice anyone for the cause. When we win, I will tear down this school and make a statue in your honor. Made of gold man."
 
I hardly even hear what he's saying as he continues to rant about how noble I am. I use this time to throw on some of my nicer clothes. Brush my hair, and generally try to make myself look as impressive as possible. If Misha is really walking around our dorms, alone, I'm making the most of this opportunity. Better look presentable.
 
"Alright Kenji, I'm ready, lets do this."
 
I open the door into the hallway and I do what I think may be a military hand signal. I just kinda point to my forehead and then point down the hall. Kenji seems to eat this up, as he nods, makes several signs of his own, and tears down the hallway. With him disposed of I turn around and manage to spot misha in the distance, milling about the entry way to the dorms.
 
I manage to close the distance to her without being noticed. It seems she in intently studying the framed map of the dorms. Its quite obvious she's lost and she seems quite frustrated about her predicament.
 
I decide to make the most of the situation, and sneak up behind her. I get into position and place both my hands over her eyes and exclaim "Guess who?"
 
"Wahahah, that's easy, Hiichan. You could at least try to change up your voice." She turns around and beams at me.
 
I wasn't really paying attention before, but I immediately notice Misha's attire. She has on a white low cut top which is trimmed with lace, and a red skirt. She even has a black leather purse strapped over her shoulder. With her black dress shoes finishing the outfit, she looks ready for a night on the town.
 
"So what are you doing alone in the men's dorm dressed like that? Seeing if you can beat the record for men seduced in one afternoon?"
 
Misha laughs again. "Hicchan your silly. I don't need to seduce any more men, I already have the best one."
 
"Oh," I reply, "Can I meet this lucky guy? I would like to shake his hand to congratulate him."
 
In reaction to my statement, Misha quickly leans in and pecks me on the cheek. "Hicchan you are a very silly boy. Anyways, I have some good news. Shicchan is spending the day in town with her little brother, and I have nothing to do all day."
 
I see exactly where she is going with this. Just my luck, Im free as well. Well its not luck, I normally have nothing to do today besides student council work or school work. I heavily debate teasing Misha more, but decide to just taking the hint.
 
“So Misha, would you like to go into town and get a coffee or tea with me? I’ll pay, making it our first official date. Sound good?”
 
Misha literally jumps into the air and exclaims “Hurray, free lunch!” Upon landing, she gives me her best smile, then begins to look me over in a critical manner. “When are you going to change and get ready?”
 
This takes me by surprise. "Well I just got changed. Didn't know you had such a keen fashion sense." I mentally look myself over again. I thought I dressed well.....
 
Misha pokes me in the chest. "Ew, Sweatervest. If you taking me out your gonna look good. I wanna show you off and make everyone jealous."
 
I laugh. I guess I'm going to have to retire the vest. Oh well, I never really understood fashion, it will be nice having a women that isn't my mom to help me dress.
 
"Alright Misha, ill change. Were do you want me to meet you?"
 
She looks confused. "Meet me? Hicchan just take me to your damn room already so I can dress you. If I hadn't  forgot were it was I would have woken you up this morning too."
 
I guess Misha is right, she's already been in my room. Of course, this is a entirely different pretext than the last time. I can't help but feel a little excited by the prospect, even if its just me changing before a date.
 
Misha immediately plops down on my bed and begins taking a survey of the room. I still really haven't decorated it much, and I can tell she's not very impressed. I can see her pause over the pill bottles on my desk, but I guess she thinks better of raising any questions.
 
I go into my closet and make several selections. A nice button down polo shirt with a collar and a nice pair of dress pants. Misha gives me a thumbs up. I take my clothes into the bathroom and begin to change. Crap... I didn't shower. I mean, I probably smell passable, but that's not really the state I want to be in on our first date. I decide to break the news to Misha.
 
"Um Misha? I kinda woke up about 10 minutes before greeting you today. And I need to shower. You mind?"
 
She smiles. "Nope. Get all nice and clean so you will look even fresher, I want to see the ladies turn their heads." With this, she seems to stare at the ceiling for several seconds, then lets out a somewhat muted "wahahaha". I can only imagine what mental image she just had that made cause her to laugh.
 
She ends the conversation by lying down on her stomach, retrieving her cell phone from her purse, and beginning to click away at the key pad. I take this as my cue to make haste to the shower room.
 
I shower quickly, making sure to use liberal amounts of soap and shampoo. Best not to miss any spots. As I begin to towel dry, my situation hits me. My new cloths are still in my bathroom. That leaves me focred to walk through my room and past Misha with nothing but a towel. Besides the fact that it seems a little forward and may be interpreted poorly, Im not sure I'm really ready to show my scarring to Misha. Its a physical manifestation of what's wrong with me, its not something I want to just show off. Left no option, I decide to just quickly and stealthily move through my room.
 
I arrive at the doorway. Moment of truth, hopefully this all goes as planned and I can avoid a confrontation. As I open the door, I am relieved to see Misha appears to be taking a nap on my bed. I quietly step into the bathroom and change. Well, I would change, except the outfit I picked out is missing. I specifically remember leaving them in here. Great, now I have to look around my room to find it.
 
I open my bathroom door as
 
"Wahaha Hicchan, I caught you!" Misha yells.
 
Now I'm just confused. "Caught me? Doing what?" I return the door to a mostly closed state, leaving a crack to talk through. I was behind the door to begin with, so Misha never had an opportunity to see me or my scar.
 
She takes this as a cue to put her arms against her hips in mock anger. "You just took a shower, silly! And you snuck right past me during my nap! Its my right to see you in nothing but a towel!"
 
That's.. Not the answer I expected. "So you hid my clothes? Why didn't you just not take a nap?"
 
Misha lets out a laugh. "Its really hard to pretend to nap without actually falling asleep Hicchan. Anyways, now your trapped in your bathroom with no clothes."
 
Its my turn to laugh. "You know your an evil genius right?"
 
Misha smiles back. "I've got you right were I want you Hicchan. Now man up and step out of there and show off!"
 
Well, not like I have any other choice. I step out of the bathroom, and Misha greets me with a cat call. She begins to laugh her trademarked laugh and I can't help but blush a little bit. Her eyes wander over my body, and I see her visibly pause over the scar on my chest. The pause is very momentary, but its still there. If Misha has any questions it, she doesn't voice them.
 
"Alright, alright, were are my clothes Misha? Im getting cold over here."
 
She turns around on my bed, rummages and bit, and eventually tosses both my shoes on the floor between us.
 
"And the rest?" I ask.
 
"Pfffff. Your just standing there. All you get is your shoes Hicchan." She replies.
 
She continues to sit on my bed, expectantly. After several seconds of awkward silence, she speaks up again.
 
"Jeeze Hicchan, are you that clueless? You gotta earn the rest."
 
So that's the game? I hold my arms out and make ridiculous flexing motion I'm pretty sure I've seen someone do on TV. Misha responds by clapping her hands together, giggling, and throwing me my socks. More? Alright, I can pose like an idiot for a couple of minutes.
 
I make stupid pose after stupid pose, and Misha rains down articles of clothing upon me. Eventually the clothes stop coming, and I gather up my attire and take inventory.
 
Shoes, socks, pants, shirt, boxers, pink frilly panties. I come to a halt on the last item, and judging by the giggling coming from Misha, she's noticed.
 
"Um Misha, I don't think these are mine."
 
Misha smiles. "Of course not silly, there mine."
 
Seconds pass. Misha looks at me expectantly. Suddenly, Misha rises from my bed. She grabs hold of the bottom of her skirt, and lifts.
 
Out of sheer reaction, I both try my hardest to look, and to turn my head away. Im greeted by the sight of... Black bloomers. Oh.
 
Misha roars with laughter. "Hicchan, what did you think you were gonna see?~"
 
I can't help but blush at this development. She really enjoys teasing me. "Misha.. Were you just carrying around a pair of panties to taunt me with?"
 
"Don't be silly Hicchan, I had em on over the bloomers. I've seen you peeking, thought it would teach you a lesson."
 
I can't respond to this in any way without making a fool of myself. I silently collect my clothes and head towards my bathroom. Misha's voice stops me.
 
"You gonna give em back Hicchan?"
 
"Why should I? You just spent all this time torturing me, and now you hand me some ammunition to fire back with. Unless you want me flying these from the Yamaku flag pole, you have to earn em back."
 
Misha makes a shocked face. "You wouldn't!" She stands up, and appears to be in quite the huff. She storms over to me, and attempts to grab the panties from me. Unfortunately, she's too slow and I manage to drop my clothes and position the panties behind my back, protected with both my hands.
 
Misha looks up at me and is positively giddy. "Checkmate!" She exclaims. I fail to understand the situation until she places both her hands on the towel I'm wearing, which is now no longer protected.
 
I freeze.  She simply stares at me. Seconds pass. She eventually lets go and takes a step back from me. She looks down at the floor, quite clearly ashamed of herself. She quickly grabs her undergarments from my hand and returns to my bed. That turned out rather.. Poorly. She appears to collect herself, and speaks.
 
"Im.... Sorry Hicchan. I got a little carried away. I just wanted to act sexy and confident and. I cant do it..... Im so sorry."
 
I try by best to sound understanding. "Its alright Misha, its not like I hated the little game we just played." She sits down on my bed and continues to stare at the floor. Its times like these were she really surprises me. Instinct tells me to comfort her, and I decide to do just that. I cross the room and sit down besides her, and place my arm around her shoulder.
 
"Listen Misha, that was fun, spontaneous, and sexy. I don't know why you seem to think otherwise. Don't feel bad, its all right." I punctuate my sentence by planting a kiss on her forehead.
 
Misha responds by giving me a weak smile, then pecking me on the cheek. Moments pass. She then kisses me again on the cheek, this time with a little more force. I turn my head to her. We lock eyes. Its my turn to initiate the kiss. Misha returns the gesture with gusto, forcing our faces together in the shared embrace. When we finally part, Misha wastes no time and moves down the side of my face and begins kissing my neck. While doing this, she shifts her body to press against mine. I feel the touch of her hands on mine, and we lock hands as well.
 
Misha raises her face to again meet mine, but then stops. She blushes a deep shade of crimson, lets go of my hands, and turns her body away from mine. It takes me only a moment to realize whats going on. A clear bulge is sticking out from under my towel, an obvious testament to my enjoyment.
 
"Um, sorry Misha. I guess its my turn to apologize." I say
 
Misha continues to look away from me, but speaks. "Hicchan, its only natural after all. I just wasn't prepared for it to be so.. Obvious."
 
I try to laugh as harmlessly as possible "Haha, well I guess it is. Ill go ahead and change now."
 
"No!" Rings out through my room. The suddenness of Misha's speech halts my actions. I look at her, and she seems to be even more embarrassed. I can see her hands fidgeting with her skirt.
 
She speaks. "Um well.. Hicchan, is it alright...."  She trails off.
 
This might be the longest five seconds of my life. She finally speaks again.
 
"Hicchan can I... See it?"
 
Im too shocked to speak. Half of my mind is racing with questions. The other half is throwing a party.
 
"Sure Misha... If you really want to.."
 
Misha slowly turns back around. She places one hand on the place were I have tied the towel around myself. She looks at me for confirmation. I nod. She slowly removes the towel from my body, exposing me fully. Misha simply stares, looking over my erection like it was some alien life form to be examined.
 
She hesitantly speaks. "Im sorry Hicchan.. I just have never seen one before, and I didn't want it to surprise me."
 
I nod at her and give a reassuring smile. Being completely exposed like this is a new feeling for me. I can only stare at Misha and judge her reaction. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, and realize Misha has moved her hand into position and it looks like she is not content with just looking. I have no desire to stop her from doing anything at this point, and simply watch.
 
Misha extends her index finger and quickly touches the head, retreating almost instantly. Her second touch is much longer, running her index finger down the length of my member. I can't help but sharply inhale at this act. Misha seems to notice my obvious satisfaction with her inspection and grows more bold. Her third touch circles the head several times before departing. Her hand extends fully the fourth time, and she grips my penis with her entire hand. Her fingers move as if to map out the surface, and I can't help but let out a sigh of pleasure. This seems to snap Misha out of her daze and she releases me.
 
She locks eyes with me and smiles meekly. She seems to consider something momentarily before springing into action. Before I can react, Misha has turned by body to face hers, and is kissing my neck. Her hands find mine again, and she grabs my hands by the wrist. She runs my hands along her shoulders, and down her side and eventually down to her hips, and leaves me hands there. She stops kissing my neck and instead begins to kiss me on the lips, and I can only do my best to give as much as I am taking.
 
I feel her hands on my wrists again, and she moves my hands upwards, hovering them in the air. She then places my hands firmly against her breasts, then gives my hands a nudge of encouragement. That's all that it takes, and I begin to squeeze and massage her through her shirt. Misha begins to writhe in our kiss, so I can only assuming Im doing something correct. My success emboldens me, and I quickly dart my hands under her shirt and resume to attentions to her breasts. This causes her to gasp in surprise and break our kiss.
 
I immediately remove my hands. "Um, sorry Misha. I got carried away."
 
Misha respond to my apology by simply giggling, then beginning to unbutton her shirt.
 
She wastes no time in removing her top, leaving me to stare at her beautiful form. Men have carved less appealing figures into stone. She surprises me yet again by grabbing my wrists again and placing my hands on her bra strap. She leans in and begins kissing and sucking on my neck again. The device which fastens her bra is completely unknown to me. I try to understand its design, but I just can't seem to remove it. I try again and again with no luck. I debate trying to break the mechanism.
 
Misha stops what she's doing and giggles. "So Hicchan, I guess you don't get into this situation often?" she teases.
 
"I've never wanted to before."Is my response.
 
Misha blushes slightly and leans back, separating our bodies. She reaches behind her back and removes her bra entirely. Her breasts finally free from their prison, I can only look on in awe. They are the vision of perfection. Her form sits mostly revealed in front of me, and I can only stare.
 
Misha speaks, timidly this time. "Hiichan.. Am I pretty?"
 
I finally speak. "Your the most beautiful women I have ever seen."
 
Misha responds by leaning in again and kissing me. I don't waste any time and my hands find themselves around her breast for the first time. I can't help but be awed by the feeling of her chest in my hands. My fingers find their way to her nipples, and I gently tease and probe those as well. This creates such a reaction from Misha that she breaks out kiss and merely rests her head against my shoulder as my hands continue their work.
 
She is certainly instilling confidence in my performance, and I decide to step it up a notch. I lift her head off my shoulder straighten her back with my arms, positioning her breast at eye level. I slowly take her left nipple into my mouth and begin to stimulate her. Licks, circles, even playful bites. I try them all. Every action I do causes Misha to squirm in pleasure around me. I may have just found her weak point. I bring my free hand to her free breast and continue to stimulate. electing even more moans from Misha.
 
Again, I feel Misha's hand on my wrist, and she moves my hands off her breasts. She moves it lower, caressing her stomach. I feel my hand being guided even lower, and lower, until she has caused my to come to rest against inner thigh. Not wanting to go too far, I begin to massage her thigh. Misha only says one word.
 
"More."
 
I move my hand inwards, and begin to feel and massage her through her panties. Misha takes in sharp breaths each time my fingers move other their target. I can feel her breath on the top of my scalp. She pauses again.
 
"More"
 
I begin to massage her with greater earnest. This does not seem to be what Misha intended, because I feel her hand on my wrist again. She slides my hand slides cleanly under her panties, then releases me.  I feel Misha's exposed flesh for the first time, and begin to rub the outside of her vagina with delicate care. Misha reacts to this by throwing her head back and almost panting. My mouth still working at her breast, I decide to fully commit to this act and slide one of my fingers into Misha. She begins to rock her waist back and forth, aiding me in pleasing her. She lowers her head again, and frees my mouth from her breast to give me a fully opened mouthed kiss.
 
During this kiss, I feel her hand wrap around my member. Its my turn to gasp and moan as she gently begins to stroke. This only spurs on my attention to her more, and I insert another finger into Misha. She again breaks our kiss, but merely rests against my forehead. We sit, eyes locked, panting into each others face as we please each other.
 
I locate a small rough patch inside Misha with small bump. Grinning to myself, I begin to give this spot attention, pressing and rubbing it while moving my fingers in and out of Misha. The reaction is almost instantaneous, and I feel Misha's body convulse against me. Her inner walls spasm several times, causing her to forget her duties at my member completely. After several seconds of this, she finally relaxes. I remove my fingers from her and she falls limply onto my bed.
 
"Hicchan, that was.. Incredible. I didn't expect to.... Just from... Wow..."
 
I must admit, I was terrified that when I got into this sort of situation, I would have no idea what to do and generally embarrass myself. Its a real ego boost to have Misha be so satisfied. I fall back onto my bed as well. Misha wastes no time in snuggling up close to me and giving me another quick kiss on the cheek. Her hand snakes it way down my body and grips my member for a third time. I give her an inquisitive look.
 
Misha responds by simply smiling and increasing speed. Suddenly, the sensation from my member stops and I feel Misha stand up and leave the bed. I lean up to see her, still topless, kneeling between my legs. She grabs my penis with both her hands this time, and begins to work it in earnest. This feel much better than before, and I can't stop myself from moaning in time with her hand strokes. Im in heaven.
 
Much earlier than I would like, Misha removes her hands from my member. I take this time to sit up fully and asses the situation. Misha still sits between my legs, simply staring at my erection. Suddenly, misha places a hand on my penis again, but this time it is merely holding the base. She takes this time to look up into my eyes, and then begins to slowly inch her face towards my member. Holy shit, does she mean to.....
 
My train of thought is cut short as Misha's tongue licks the tip of my penis. She waits, seemingly  taking in the taste and smell. Soon, another lick, this time longer and bolder. Then another. Finally, I feel her closed lips press against my head, almost like she was giving it a kiss. She approaches one last time and takes the head of my penis into her mouth. I can't help but gasp as the sensation hits me.
 
Slowly, Misha's head begins to move up and down my penis. I feel her tongue dart across the underside of my shaft. She occasionally allows my member to leave her mouth to play again with the tip, only to engulf my erection again. I can do nothing but gasp and moan as the waves of pleasure wash over me. My reactions continue to build Misha's confidence, and she begins to take more of my shaft into her mouth, occasionally moving her supporting hand up and down as well. This onslaught is too much, and I feel my climax coming.
 
"Misha.. I'm about to cum..."
 
She acknowledges this fact by increasing speed in what seems like a mad dash for the finish line. The fact the Misha wants me to finish in her mouth only adds to the building sensation, and I finally release. Completely spent, she allows my member to fall from her mouth and merely sits there. Misha seems to stare into space again, but this time I'm 100% sure I know what decision she is trying to make. She surprises me again by audibly swallowing. She picks up the discarded bath towel and quickly wipes off her face, then my member.
 
She then somewhat abruptly stands up and begins to dress herself.
 
"Hicchan, you better get dressed or we will never end up going on that date."
 
Misha seems very resolved to become dressed, and after the special treatment I received I am in no mood to push my luck.
Lacking any privacy at this point, I simply dress in front of Misha. As I finish, she looks me over, gives a nod of approval, grabs my hand, and leads me out of my room towards the gates of Yamaku.
 
 
Part 3-  Coming to terms
 
"Um Misha... What did you have in mind for this date?"
 
Misha turns her head and looks at me quizzically. "What do you mean? Aren't you supposed to sweep me off my feet with a romantic candlelight dinner or something?"
 
Misha really seems to be taking this dating thing in stride. Maybe she just likes playing up the gender roles for some reason.
 
"Um... Misha.... Its 11 AM. I don't think "candle light" or "dinner" are things I'm gonna be able to pull off currently."
 
Misha looks skyward, seemingly coming to terms with the fact its not even noon. I guess I wasn't the only one excited about our day out together. I can't help but stare at her. Under the mid-day sun she positively shines. The gears in my mind begin to click, and a plan is hatched.
 
"Misha, give me an hour. I'll be back with a surprise."
 
She turns and smiles at me. I expect some form of protest, or even some questions about the nature of the surprise. Misha simply states "I'll be waiting." I dash off into town. Well, power walk, lets be honest.
 
I make it to the grocery store and set about my business. At the cost of several funny looks and most of the money in my wallet, I leave with Misha's gift in tow. On the walk back, I text Misha to meet me under the gates.
 
As I approach the school, Misha takes notice of me and the bundle I carry. She almost squeals in delight and jogs the distance between us.
 
"Hicchan, is that what I think it is?"
 
"Probably, what do you think it is?"
 
Misha beams another wide smile. "Its a picnic basket. A bright pink picnic basket! Are we going to have a picnic Hicchan?"
 
I only smile as I lead Misha by the hand away from the school into the forest. I find myself retracing our previous steps, and we end up in the same spot we were "found" in previously. Misha only gives me a raised eyebrow, then begins helping me spread out the blanket and set up the picnic.
 
Its really nothing fancy, I was only able to pick up pre made store sandwiches, but Misha's eyes gleam during the unpacking process. We sit side by side and calmly eat our meals in silence. I can't shake this feeling. The less than subtle hints from Shizune, the seemingly random vulnerability Misha shows, and the whole... Eagerness Misha seems to display to advancing our relationship is nagging at me from the back of my mind.
 
I really don't know Misha. At all. Im not an idiot, mind you, I can tell her bubbly persona isn't the "real" her. She is obviously hiding something from me. But I have no idea what, and I'm not sure if its something she can deal with. Hell, I can't deal with people knowing about my condition, I can't really judge her for that.  
 
But, I have to know. I want to know. I decide to break the ice as dramatically as I can.
 
"Misha, I want you to ask me a question. Any question. I will answer truthfully."
 
Misha swallows the end of her tuna sandwich and looks up. "Um, Hicchan, why?"
 
"Well, we just finished our first date. That makes us officially dating now, right? Well as my girlfriend, I think you have a right to know about me. The real me. Ask a good question though, because I'm going to ask you one as well."
 
Misha lowers her head to rest on her knees. "Hicchan, I don't like this game."
 
Im taken aback by her sudden refusal. "Misha, I just... I want to know you. The real you, and I want you to know the real me."
 
Misha's head seemingly lowers even further into her knees. "Hicchan, there are things you don't want to know."
 
I begin to speak again, but Misha cuts me off. "Just. Stop. Please." She then grabs the remaining sandwich half and begins to savagely tear into it.
 
Completely defeated, I mutter "Im sorry" under my breath and begin to pack up the picnic. The cold atmosphere continues as we walk back to our dorms. We don't share another word, and she merely nods at me before walking through the doors of the girls dorm.
 
What the hell.
 
Im tired of this. I really am. Im getting to the bottom of this, and I don't even care if it ruins our relationship anymore. Lets face it, I can't imagine being in a real relationship with this looming over my head ever time I see her. An elephant in the room like this doesn't make for fun filled times. Time for my last resort, Shizune.
 
I send Shizune a short text asking her for help, saying Misha is acting weird and I need some advice from her. Im surprised when I get a reply in less than ten minutes from Shizune. The text reads
 
"Not surprising that Misha is acting weird. Be back at Yamaku after dinner, out with brother. Will drop by your room to discuss Misha issue."
 
Well that seems frank. I mean, lets be honest, I'm kinda surprised Shizune seems so helpful in this situation. Oh well, I guess she knows exactly what's going on. I hope she will at least clue me in on enough I can talk to Misha about it as adults.
 
Around 6:30, Shizune knocks on my door, then barges into my room, brandishing her note pad like a weapon. She plops down on my bed and begins to scribble furiously. I pull up my office char and begin our conversation.
 
-"So, what exactly happened? Im assuming you asked about her and she shut you out completely?"-
 
I scribble back. -"Pretty much. Its been happening just about every time I try to get closer to her. She completely shuts down".-
 
Shizune grabs the pad. -"You seemed pretty close when I found you together in the woods."-
 
I blush slightly. -"Not physically close. And I'm not discussing that with you. Anytime I try to get to know her better she shuts me out. What is she hiding?"-
 
Shizune grins. It seems almost.. Triumphant. I must be reading her expression wrong. -"Im guessing Misha really hasn't told you anything. At all. What do you know about Misha before you arrived at Yamaku?"-
 
-"Well.. Nothing."-
 
Another grin from Shizune. -"Well that's the key, isn't it? That right there is dooming your relationship."-
 
-"Well how about you at least give me some hints so I can try to un-doom it."-
 
Shizune seems to take deliberate time in replying to this. -"Oh no Hisao, its not the lack of knowing that's dooming you two, its the fact that it exists that dooms you."-
 
I jot my reply quickly and angrily. -"Care to explain?"-
 
Its quite obvious Shizune is taking obvious pleasure from this conversation. -"I must warn you, I don't think you will ever forgive Misha if you know. And I will use all my skills and connections to make sure she never finds out I told you. Fair enough?"-
 
I must admit. I hesitate on my reply more than I thought I would. I need to know. -"Tell me."-
 
Shizune almost looks surprised she got an affirmative. She then begins to write with careful strokes. -"Misha has been playing you for the fool Hisao. She  began dating you to hurt me. Its simple revenge for her, more."-
 
I can't believe what I'm reading. My reply is crude. -"What the fuck are you talking about? How is my dating her hurting you."-
 
Shizune reads my note, and her face takes on a compassionate demeanor. She writes again. -"From the day you came to Yamaku, I sorta had a crush on you. Of course, Misha knew this. She then took it upon herself to steal you away to spite me."-
 
Im shocked. Not that Shizune having a crush on me bit, I sorta picked up on that. But the fact she thinks this is all a stupid rivalry between girls. -"Do you really expect me to believe that? I understand friends have rivalries, but this is taking it too far Shizune. You have been no help at all."-
 
Shizune reads my simply shakes her head. -"Hisao, I know for a fact its all just a spite play on her part."-
 
-"How?"- Is my reply.
 
That triumphant smile spreads across her face once more. -"Hisao, Misha is a lesbian."-
 
Shock empties my head. Shizune grabs her pad back and continues writing. -"Misha confessed her feelings for me a while back. She was crushed when I turned her down, but we managed to keep our friendship. When you arrived at Yamaku, I think she saw how I looked at you and became jealous. Im sorry to have to tell you this Hisao, but its for your own good."
 
-"I don't believe you."- I manage to write.
 
Shizune takes the pad back and continues. -"You already know I'm telling the truth. Why do you think she acted so strange when you tried to get closer? She's not heartless, and when she realized what she was doing it began to eat at her."-
 
She has to be wrong. Please, be wrong. Or lying, or just fucking with me. I just makes too much sense though. I begin to have flashbacks of previous conversations.
".. And I never thought I could like you too Hicchan."
"Your the first boy I've ever liked Hicchan"
"Your the only man I ever see around Misha."
 
Anything but this. Any other problem I could have dealt with. I feel myself breaking down.
 
I have to fight against this. I scribble quickly. -"I still don't believe you."-
 
Shizune seems to be taking a more compassionate stance now. -"Hisao, I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, but its true. You can call her and ask her yourself right now, I don't think she would deny it. Im so sorry you got involved in all this. I can tell you do honestly like her. I wish I could do something to make it up to you."-
 
As I finish reading, Shizune does something I never thought I would ever see her do. She reaches out and hugs me tightly, allowing my head to fall on to her shoulder. God I need support right now. I can't do anything but hug back. Im glad she still sees me as a friend. I close my eyes and just let my emotions flow through me. Please, let this be a dream. Shizune eventually released me, and I continue to sit in my chair, eyes closed, dead to the world.
 
I sit like this for what seems like hours. I hear the sound of my door closing. That must be Shizune leaving. I begin to wish I had the power to rewind time.
 
A weight on my lap pulls me out of my coma like state. Shizune is still in my room, and has taken the opportunity to straddle me. Before I can find my voice, she presses her body into mine. Her breasts flatten against my chest, and she embraces me in a passionate kiss. Im too taken aback by this act to protest. Shizune breaks the kiss, and holds up her writing pad, her pre-written message appearing before my eyes.
 
"Hisao, I can't imagine what your going through right now. But I still like you, and I can't bear to see you like this. Be with me, forget Misha."
 
[Accept Shizune]
[Refuse Shizune]