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Today. Was not a good day in the land of Kouga.

His morning had started off... Well, average. He woke up late, again, rolled around in his blankets, fell on the floor, crawled and moaned his way into the bathroom. Brushed his teeth, dropped his toothbrush in the toilet, flushed it, then broke his comb while trying to work out the glue he had somehow managed to get tangled in it. Finally, he gave up on working the globs out and decided to just take a shower and hope the water worked it out for him.

Of course, while he was in the shower he lost his train of thought, slipped on a puddle of extra soapy water and ended up tumbling onto the floor of the bathroom wrapped in the shower curtain. "What. The. Fawk." Was a his new favorite phrase, and Kouga had used it a couple times already. But now, he slowly picked himself up from the floor, tangling his feet in the stupid, stupid, stupid, plastic shower curtain. Growling he scrunched it all together, threw it in the tub, and left the water running as he tried to drown it.
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He returned a few moments later to turn off the water. But ignored the mess of water and soap on the floor for someone else to clean up. Or slip on. Either way, he was done with the personal grooming, the glue in his hair officially gone [with the help of his roommate brush and some toothpicks] and he was ready for class.

Well, his last class anyways. Considering he'd slept through the first two, fell through the third one and even though he was hungry, he figured showing up for at least one class today would be good. Or, something. Besides, the headmaster was a friend of his father's and he didn't want to dissapoint daddy.

No. No. He shuddered at the thought.

So he attended class, ran up to the cafeteria to stuff his face with a slice of mushroom and red onion pizza, washed it down with a Monster and scurried off back to his room. Where, things took a horrible turn for the worse.

"I'VE GOT A BLOODY HOLE IN MY BRITCHES!"

Why. Why! WHY! Did it have to be his favorite pair of jeans. And why did the hole have to be right below the zipper. Kouga officially couldn't wear these again. Unless he was wearing a cute pair of boxers to lure in the ladies. Then maybe, just maybe. But still.

"PORQUE!?" He was then hit by a book from his friendly room mate and told to clean up the horrid mess he'd left in there. And with a huff, Kouga complied. Grabbing a pair of his pajamas as he walked in the bathroom and locked himself in. "Ha! Like to see them use the bathroom now. Jerks." He grumbled to himself, grabbing the towels hanging on the racks and throwing them on the ground. Stepping on them, he waddled around in circles for a few moments before tumbling over from being dizzy. Surprisingly the tub wasn't too uncomfortable and Kouga found himself fast asleep a few moments later.

In a soaked tub.

Kouga woke up a few hours later, shivering, wet, hungry and drooling. Stretching he clamored out of the tub, tore off his damp, dirty, torn clothes and pulled on his favorite jammies.

A bright blue, white accented, onesie.

Flashing the mirror a devilish smile, Kouga scampered out of the bathroom, once more leaving a mess behind him, took a glance at the clock, 5:45 PM. and made a beeline for the door. There were chuckles, murmurs, even a few scoffs and insults thrown his way as he proudly marched down the hallways to the cafeteria, but Kouga could care less. His mind was set on some good food, and he was hankering for a piece of chocolate cake.

He sat next to one of his roomies at the table, and joked with him while scarfing down an entire Filet Mignon and mashed taters. His roomie was quite used to the onesie and didn't have the energy to mock him as the others had. Finishing only a few moments after sitting, Kouga ran up to the cafeteria counter, grabbed the biggest piece of double chocolate cake he could find, a fork, and a napkin and quickly wandered out to the hallway. Snickering, he took a large bite, closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure at the pure deliciousness he was savouring in his mouth, and he continued to eat in this fashion as he wandered aimlessly around the school. Until he stumbled into the Library.

With only a quater of his precious cake left, Kouga leapt up the closest set of stairs near him, and dodged in and around a few shelves so he wouldn't be caught with food. No one! Would take away his cake. With another large, arrogant smile on his lips, he stopped in a small nook of shelves and glanced around.

With the last bite on his lips, Kouga spotted a girl almost directly across from him. With some chocolate stained on his mouth, and his bright blue onesie on, Kouga set the plate and fork on a random shelf, straightened up, puffed out his chest and got a running start, before jumping lightly and sliding to a stop right beside her.

"Konnichiwa, hot stuff." He wiggled his eyebrows, his voice deepened to a light growl, and attempt to seduce her with as little effort as possibe.... Attempt, being the key word there. "Are your legs tired, baybay? Cause you've been running through my mind alll day." Kouga winked and moved to the left side of her, lifting a hand to lean against the wall, as he offered her a cheesy, arrogant, charmingly charming smile.

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Before she was startled from her reading by a deliciously sexy voice.

Too bad the rest of him could use a little work.

Coy smirk on her lips, Tsuzuki slid the book under her arm and looked over at the guy, eyebrow arched. She wondered breifly if the Konichiwa thing was merely a fluke, or if he was making some kind of racial comment... he didn't look all too Japanese himself, tan as he was... And with those blue eyes...

A much prettier shade of blue than the onsie he was wearing. And that face would be perfect if you just got rid of that chocolate smear...

"Konichiwa Ikemen."

She giggled, but narrowed her eyes. She got the first part, but his second comment had her a little confused. Did it look like she had been running? She hoped not. Considering she was wearing a miniskirt, corset, and slightly platformed combat boots, she certainly hoped not.

"You speak Japanese?"

There, her english was used up for this conversation.



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And that same, wide, toothy grin was still on his face. "Why, yes. Yes, I do." How awesome. Finally, out of all the plain, Mary Sues at this school he finally ran into -possibly- the only Japanese female. Kouga was indeed getting lucky tonight. No woman could resist his natural charm, and no woman could resist his irresistable charm in Japanese.

"You remind me of a Summer festival. A beautiful budding flower of red and orange, fire, passion, love!" Kouga had somehow inched his way closer to her, still leaning against the wall with that stupid grin on his face and a perverted glint in his eyes. That's right, no one could resist the alluring growl of his voice when he was working...

But what's this. Just a catch of the edge of a book beneath her arm. Hmmm... To do or not to do. That's how you get laid. With a quick twist of his foot and his unusually good pickpocketing skills, Kouga was standing beside her, the book under her arm, now in his hand. "Kamasutra? What the heck is this?" He did a side glance to his potential lay and opened the book to a random page.

Only to have his eyes bulge out and his jaw drop at what exactly it was he was reading. "W-he-he-hell. What do we have here? Hentai?" Had he died and gone to heaven? Or was there really a woman out there as perverted as him. Oh, what hath God bestowed upon him? This was his lucky, lucky, lucky...

"I'm still in my blue onesie. Aren't I?" He mumbled to himself in English, before looking down to confirm and then up towards the heavens as if to ask WHY!? And of course, for damn bizarre reason that Kouga would never know, he was staring up at his own reflection on the ceiling. And lucky him, he had chocolate smeared on his mouth and chin. Oh, Fawk me. He glared, then turned away from the girl to quickly lick it away. Maybe she thought it was cute... Or something.

Replacing his frown with a smile he turned back around and held the book with two fingers. "So, hot stuff. What's your name?"

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Smirking a coy little smile of her own, Tsuzuki switched back into rapid Japanese.

"Oh really now, do I? Fire hmm? Well, I think you may be in for a little suprise then...."

It took a lot of restraint not to prove that point... And by proving her point she meant grabbing his junk through that ridiculous outfit with her really, really cold hands. Magically cold.

But she was on to him too-- you didn't need to be that observent to notice that he was creeping closer. But he was also fast-- and at this point a little too fast for her. But she could recover...

"Hentai? Maybe... But I'm sure you're used to that sort of thing... Especially if you think that's something one should even consider wearing in public."

At least he got rid of the chocolate. Though she wouldn't have minded licking it off herself...

When he turned back around she snatched the book back, leaning back against the wall with the book and her hands hidden behind her back... And not trying to push her chest out at all. Nope, that certainly wasn't the reason...

"Hmmm, they don't call me Echizuki for nothing now Koibito."

She let her eyes drift slowly down his onesie-clad figure-- and it wasn't all bad-- the garment did cling in som rather... Enticing places, and she was sure he wouldn't be looking bad at all out of it...

And then she raised them slowly back up, making sure to catch his eyes breifly as she licked her lips-- oh yes, her mother trained her well for this. And not having to act it was always an added bonus.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I think I have some studying to do..."





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Koibito? This was turning out to be better then he previously thought. Sure, he was in a bright blue onesie, and yes, he did just rub a bunch of chocolate icing off his chin, but hey, she was biting....

Quite easy.

Damn. I must be good. Not to mention she was puffing her chest out towards him. An accident? Me thinks not.! She was doing it on purpose, and although she was a bit on the small side... Oh, who was he to complain. She was hot. She was perverted, and he might get laid, sounded like a good time to him.

Here comes that same, smug, charming smile. "My name is Kazuma, Kouga." He went a step further by grabbing at her arm, gently-ish of course, and brushed his fingers along it as he brought it out from behind her back, only to simply kiss the back of her hand and offer up one of his infamous winks.

A double wink, that looked more like a twitch. Which he cursed after wards. Damn. Sugar rush..

"Wait, what?" She was going to leave him? Leave, this? All of this? In his mind he was assessing the hotness that was him, and outwardly his face had turned into a confused scowl. How dare she! Crap. Erm... Think man THINK! Hot girl about to leave you with an overly happy MiniKouga.

"Would you like some help? I can provide some... Entertainment."

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She didn't fight him as he grabbed and kissed her hand-- it was nice to see he could at least pretend to be a gentleman-- a nice change from the usual cocky guys who used blatant statements and cheesy pick up lines...well, he had already tried that, but he hadn't yet said anything about his own 'talents' or wanting to get in her pants.

But the intent was still there. That much was painfully obvious. But as long as she was still smirking at him, he still had a shot...

And that smirk dropped into a look of slight confusion when is eye started twitching.

'Is that supposed to mean something....?'

But it came back, if not slighly stressed, while she tried to come up with an excuse for herself to not ditch his ass right here.

He was kinda cute, in a creepy sort of way. Maybe less creepy if he weren't dressed as a five year old at bedtime.

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Letting him hold onto her hand, she sauntered infront of him, swaying her hips and watching him out of the corner of her eye.

Tsuki came to a stop infront of him, using her free hand to gently flick the zipper on top of the onsie.

"We might have to do something about this outfit though...."

She paused, looked up, then broke out in a short laugh.

"And by the way, we're studying Asexual reproduction."

Wink.
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Biology? Epic.
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I know nothing of biology.

"Tons." He replied through lying teeth. His own eye closing swiftly in a mirroring wink as his fingers clasped around her hand a bit more. Heh, heh. He glanced down at his onesie, under normal circumstances, if he was a normal boy, he probably would have blushed, mumbled, and did that little foot thing. You know where the girl bends her leg, digs the ball of her toes into the ground and acts all coy, and goes:

[Blink, blink]
Who? Me?

Pathetic.

And besides. Kouga wasn't a normal... Anything. He was a Half German, Half Latino, Jew, who had been born in Japan, given and Japanese name and surname, and then was raised by his overly strict, and searingly old, Catholic grandmother. Tell me, what part of any of that is normal? Being a walking contradiction his whole life, Kouga tended to do what he wanted, when he wanted, and said screw you to the consequences. It's worked out so far. And hey, if anyone said something all he had to do was scream RACIST! and speak in Spanish, or German, or Japanish, and they'd shut right up.

Ah, the good life.

That. And... He wasn't wearing any underwear. That's right ladies and gentleman, he was going commando. In a bright blue onesie.

So raising his leg, and digging his foot into the ground was completely out of the question even if he wanted to do it, cause little Kouga would be making a premature appearance. And that, my friends, was alright with him...

Are you really surprised?

"Come on, you think this is hot. Admit it." Kouga was referring to his onesie, and smiling at the hot chick he held in his hand. His other hand lifted to brush a few loose strands of her hair from her face, and he let it slowly, barely touching her skin, fall back down her arm to rest, ever so lightly, on her hip.

Smirking, Kouga dropped her hand, let his hand fall to her hip, squeezed her lightly before pulling her forwards, and pressing his lips hard against hers.

... And then he Fawked a tree.

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Damnit. No way to make an easy escape now... and although that's what she felt she should have been thinking, she really didn't care. She didn't expect to get hit on by some guy in pajamas in a library. But hey... that had to mean he was self confident, right? To still try to get sexed wearing that? Or he was just delusional. But Tsuzuki was starting to think the former.

Odd outfit aside, he wasn't bad looking either. At all. And when he brushed her hair back from her face, she felt herself genuinely smiling.

But the second his lips touched hers her body flicked into cruise control. Who the hell has time for silly crushes when there's horny guys about?

With a little more expertise than one her age probably should, Tsu pressed herself up against him and deepened the kiss, maneuvering them backwards toward one of the cubicles. When the had them up against the desk, she wrapped one arm tighter around his neck while using her free hand to pull down the zipper of the blue onesie.

She stopped unzippering right beneth his naval... Why? Nerves? Was she trying to be a tease? No... the zipper stuck. Hehe. Oops.

Pulling away for air, Tsuki tried to hide this fact by then using said free hand to get a good feel for his rather nicely toned chest, and see if she could pull it down off his arms... Maybe he could like, step out of it or something? Funny-- usually it was her getting felt up first. But there's a first time for everything, ne?

"So, hmmm, you wanna show me exactly how you're going to help me... study?"


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This was... Niiiiiiiiiice.

It wasn't often that Kouga was the one getting striped and potentially sexed. He usually worked a little slower then other such studs, y'know, there was the innocent flirtation, the hair movement, the hip squeeze, then the kissing, the undressing, the cond-

Oh crap.
Condoms.
The Stud's one true enemy.
Damn Sex-Ed.
Damn STD's.
Damn... Accidental Pregnancies.

Yet, unsurprisingly, his thoughts quickly drifted away from the reasonable side of things, and quickly turned to the pervy, naughty, excited side of things. She was definitely hot, and she was about as eager as he was. Kissing her was fun, his tongue had somehow invited itself in her mouth and was doing the cha-cha as she unzipped his onesie.

Hawt.

Then, like every girl he'd ever gotten this far with, she inspected his chest. Yes, his perfectly toned chest, tanned, lightly dusted with dark Latina-heritage-ed curls, and

"Yipes!" Her touch was like ICE. Not just Library, air-conditioner cold, but zomg-in-the-middle-of-the-freaking-antarctic-cold. He pulled away from her lips for only a moment, still staying close enough to her to share the same breath. "Geez, lady. Y'cold or something?" He'd thought it was getting pretty hot and heavy over here. Hell, he was hot... And excited. But it may just have been his unnatural ability to create fire, his skin was always on the extra warm side, he was the perfect cuddle buddy. If you were cold.

He didn't dwell on that fact either. His head was already swimming with erotic images, and for some reason banana's, cucumbers and pineapples. Odd. Yet...

Hawt.

He realized he was teasing him, leaving his onesie zipped up just above his little friend, and it caused a smirk to lift on his lips as he lowered his mouth to her neck, her jawline, down around her throat and collarbone. All the while nipping at her skin and slowly, but surely, letting his hands slip beneath her clothes. Damn. Her's skins just as cold... Eh. While still holding her, nipping, and smirking, Kouga slowly moved them around to the cubicles door, failed with the door knob for a few seconds before finally getting it to move in the right direction.

Doing his best not to fall into the damn little office space, Kouga gripped her closer to him and as silently as he could manage [in other words not very silent], Kouga shut the door and fell onto the table with her splayed on top of him.

Niiiiiiiiiiiice!

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Mmmmmmm.... Yes....

Condoms were the farthest thing from Zuki's mind right now. It's no territory she hadn't explored before. And she was prepared. Half of her cosmetics bag was devoted to the stockpiles of Plan B and the pill that she had accumulated over the years.

Not that she took it regularly. Sometimes you needed a little excuse...

These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks...

Cold as she was, she felt like she was on fire. He just radiated this heat that she could melt against... literally. And she wouldn't have minded that at all... she wanted too...

But for lack of a better word she was being cock blocked by a pair of rather gay looking pajamas. One situation she wasn't prepared for.

Nor was she ready for him to pull away, and she leaned in closer, ready to pull him back, but his comment almost stopped her cold.

Narrowing her eyes almost in offense, she looked at him for a breif moment before recovering herself and leaning in close to his ear. She gave him a half sarcastic hmmm-giggle, before starting to lick and nibble at his ear.

"Now koi, do I look like a lady to you?"
Her voice was low and breathy, and scarcely were the words out of her mouth that he started in a similar way down her neck. She moaned as he moved the two of them over to the door-- and jumped into him a little as he slammed it shut (though tried to cover it up with a slight grinding motion of her hips)-- and almost forgot what she was doing.

And it feels right

But being on top of him, on the table, made it kind of hard to forget.

Very...hard.

With her face buried in the crook of his neck and her eyes closed, Tsuzuki used one hand to feel her way down to the zipper. Then proceeded to grope around for the zipper. And when she found it, and realized the damn thing wasn't buding, she knew she needed a plan B.

Grinning now, she used her other hand to direct one of his out from under her shirt, and under her skirt-- while arching herself forward into his remaining hand and pressing as forcefully as she could on the stuck zipper without ending up hitting him anywhere where it would be particularly painful to hit at the moment...

It wasn't working to well.

But she could at least keep him distracted 'till she figured something out?

All these asphynxiated, self medicated...

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And there she was again, fumbling with his zipper. The girl knew how to tease. He was going insane. Then again, he did have one hand up her skirt.

Cue the choir of angels: HALLELUJAH!

Smirking against her lips, he let his hand explore her thighs and bottom. Squeezing in some places and barely touching others. His other hand was still far up her shirt, trying to inch his fingers under her bra as best he could. But, being a tad bit too excited, and going a bit insane. He gave up on that quickly and started to play with the hook at the back. A moment later he got one of them free and was trying to get the other one while she continued to mess with him.

"Are you having a problem or something?" He pulled away from her, staring down with a worried look in his eyes. She better be damn careful... It's a onesie. It shouldn't be this hard to take off. Should it? I mean, one zipper to completely expose him. He would have told her to just rip it off, but... It was his favorite onesie.

Growling he finally freed her from her bra, tugged at her skirt and somehow managed to roll both of them over on the table. Now, he was in control. What was I doing again?

... Oh yes. Trying to move her hands away from his zipper, he started to fumble with it himself. Noticing quite quickly that the damn thing was stuck. Oh, Fawk me. So she hadn't been teasing him, just having trouble with the stupid zipper. So he took an alternative route. Or at least, he tried. When he tried to take his arms out, he noticed that the zipper was stuck in the worse possible spot, it prevented him from stretching the fabric anymore for him to remove. Meaning, he couldn't get his arms out unless he moved the zipper up or down.

And Fawk. The zipper was stuck. Are you serious. Cock-blocked by a damn onesie. What were the odds? No, seriously. What were the damn odds? Trying once more at his zipper, and failing, Kouga did the most childish thing he could have ever done.

He flailed.
Pouted.
Whined.

Muthafawker.

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She looked up at him with wide, deer-in-headlights type eyes, years of living with her guilty concience causing her to cover the zipper with her hand.

Heheh, oops.

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Tsu stifled a giggle as he unhooked her bra and rolled her back on the table. Now this was more her style... not that she minded being on top, but lets just say a cowgirl was never on her list of things to be when she grew up.

She was about to try and cover up her little blunder when he too became aware of the problem... Then got off her and tried to fix it himself. Damnit. Cold was something Tsuzuki generally thoroughly enjoyed being, but right now all she wanted as a particular fever-hot Mexican Jew with a Japanese name... who was currently... whining?

'Leave his sorry ass here'
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Kill the lights
These children learn from cigarette burns
Fast cars Fast women
and cheap drinks

And wait... that music was coming from... where?

'OH Shiz.'

click-click. click-click. click-click.

In one fluid movement, Tsuzuki was twisted around, reaching across the table, grabbing her bag and, ignoring the slightly suggestive picture of her little sister on the screen, clicked her cell phone off.

...But still one more problem.

click-click. click-CLICK.

'Get out of here fast before she catches you'

'ohShizohShizohShiz...'

Glancing desperately at Kouga, who was still engrossed with his little zipper issue, she mentally willed him to shut up.

Didn't work.

So, she did the only other thing she could think of in this sort of situation.

Lunging forward again she curled her arms around his neck, forcing his head down to her level. Then pressed her lips against his. Then tried to choke him with her tounge.

But it did shut him up.

The muted clicking of heels on cheap carpet stopped, then started up again. This time heading back away from the cubicles. When Tsuzuki pulled away, gasping for air, she looked him dead in the eye and said the first thing that came to mind.

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