Pimptress reporting for duty [hehe, I said 'duty']
I'm such a bad site maintainer. honestly I didn't mean to go this long without a post. but school work kind of gets in the way of all that. plus there's really not much I can post about. pictures would be nice but I can't really remember what all I've posted so far. but to make up for my lack of...being here, I post this. it's a different concept of The Adventures of Chi and Jap. keep in mind that I actually turned this in as a class assignment [cuz Psycho dared me to]. what will my teacher think?
Why Not?
The new shirt my mother had packed for me soon found its way to the floor to be ignored as something more dire stole my attention. At first I questioned the sudden sensation, regarding it as nothing more than a byproduct of my imagination after taking such a long journey from the mountains of China to the reclusive location of the Yasutoko Boarding School in Japan. But the tingling feeling that lingered as well as the obvious smirk stretching across the face of my newly acquainted roommate while he walked towards the door on his way to class told me otherwise. I had only known the long-haired boy named Jap Ang for a few minutes and already he was getting on my last nerves. It wasn’t enough that his laid-back attitude conflicted with my own work-driven personality, but his arrogance did well to rival my own as well.
“What was that?!?” I questioned demandingly before the other boy could leave.
His face showed nothing but pure innocence as he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. Thin, brown brows furrowed in mock confusion as his equally brown eyes stared at me, regrettably making me pause in my protest. Appearance wise, Jap was an overtly average-looking boy, relatively only a few inches taller than me. The only thing that seemed abnormal was the not so average long hair that this Jap had allowed to grow down to the middle of his back. And yet despite all his boring and ordinary qualities, he had managed to pull it all together to make the impressive package standing before me. It was astounding to say the least. I would have applauded his efforts if I didn’t have the overwhelming urge to choke the living daylights out of him.
“What was what?” Jap asked innocently, adding to the image by tilting his head to the side at the inquiry.
I wasn’t really expecting much when the decision was made to transfer me from the private school I was attending in the rural areas of China to a new boarding school in the heart of Japan. The land of the Rising Sun they call the country and with the way the sun was shining through the dorm windows I could see why.
“Don‘t toy with me, Ang,” I growled, tightly clenching my teeth together through my frustration, “I’m not in the mood.”
I had to admit that I was shocked at first when my parents had first suggested it. For years they had kept me sheltered within the family estate, hiring tutors to teach me instead of letting me attend school like a normal boy. It was through pure luck that I was able to convince them to let me attend a private middle school. But any reason to spend more time away from my crazed family was a good enough reason for me to attend any sort of boarding school they found interest in. So when they had asked for my thoughts on joining an student exchange program, I had jumped at the chance.
Why not? I had thought, Who wants to be around a group of nutcases whose only joy was in bringing me misery?
“Do you mean that little tap I gave you on your rear end?” Jap asked while raising a curious brow.
“Yes, that,” I snapped, a bit furious with him for addressing the situation so nonchalantly, “What else could I be referring to?”
So it was with little remorse that I packed up my things and left on the first plane to Japan, taking an earlier flight so that I could be rid of them all the sooner. But fate enjoyed toying with my life, making me its proverbial guinea pig. So imagine if you will the ironic twist of me leaving the asylum I called home and arriving at the boarding school to find myself shacked up with the royal emperor of annoyance.
Is it too late to change my mind? I asked, furrowing my brows together. But I already knew the answer to that one. After all, I was already here.
“Oh, come on,” Jap said with a laugh, “You’re not fuming over something so stupid like a smack in the ass, are you?”
Needless to say my eyes were seeing red at his nonchalant and uncaring behavior, the word “MURDER” flashing boldly in my sights. I could feel the itching sting of nails digging into the palms of my hands while they closed into tight fists by my sides. Suddenly choking just wasn’t good enough for dear Jap. I wanted the boy to suffer a thousand deaths by way of Iron Maiden. But as first days go, I was in no mood to explain to the principal why her new student made a murder attempt only hours after stepping through her doors. Plus, it would show up on my permanent record.
Yes, because having something like that on my permanent record is the most important thing I can think about right now, I mused sarcastically to myself, Ha! Maybe I’m more like my family than I thought.
“Why not?” I muttered to myself.
“What was that?” my roommate asked, reminding me that I wasn’t alone.
“I said I don’t think this is the type of situation to laugh at,” I stated with as much composure that I could muster, “Not only did you invade my personal space but you’re treating this like it was nothing.”
“Look…what was your name again?” he asked, adding a condescending air to the question, “Chi Nga?”
“Yeah,” I replied, growling my annoyance.
“Well, Chi, I don‘t know what went on at your last school, but here at Yasutoko that little tap was nothing,” the Japanese boy explained, “Trust me when I say the guys here can do far worse things to you than that.”
“Humph!” I snorted, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance, “I’d like to see them try something.”
“Oh, really?” Jap inquired curiously, “Is that a challenge?”
There was an underlying tone in his voice that just did not sit well with me as it dipped down a little deeper than normal. I could feel my heartbeat speed up just slightly ad the change in his behavior. There was nothing more I wanted to do than to simply run out of the room and create some distance between the two of us, but my dominating pride would not allow it. So, swallowing up my anxiety along with my growing fear, I continued to unpack as I was doing before the entire thing started.
“I guess it is,” I replied as nonchalantly as I could.
The sound of the door slamming shut was sudden and unexpected, startling me from my work. At first I thought Jap simply closed it with great force on his way out. But as I heard the lock slide into place, there was no denying the foreboding feeling that crept into the deep crevices of my heart. A blank expression that sent chills down my spine donned my roommate’s face as I turned to face him. Despite the better judgment of my determined pride, I gulped nervously at his slow approach. There was a mysterious gleam in his eyes that I couldn’t quite comprehend.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I managed to rasp out, mentally reprimanding myself for sounding so weak while unconsciously backing away from my advancing roommate.
“There’s nothing I love more than a challenge,” came his suggestive reply.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I questioned defensively, regaining my composure the moment.
“Oh, you’ll find out,” the Japanese boy whispered seductively.
I continued to slowly back away from the taller boy until my back suddenly bumped into something solid. Unconsciously, I let out a small squeak in surprise as my back found itself pressed hard against the far wall. Seeing his chance, Jap advanced towards me, placing his arms on either side of my head. I was trapped. There was no where else for me to go. Understandably, I began to panic. Sensing my fear, the Japanese boy gently caressed my cheek in a soothing manner as if attempting to calm my nerves.
“Relax,” he whispered so casually that I would have punched him had I not been in a state of shock, “Just go with it.”
Go with what? I pondered.
It was all I had time to think before he took advantage of my pause and leaned down to press his lips softly against mine. I tensed at the initial shock before the realization of what was happening settled in. He was kissing me! This boy that I had only known for little over an hour was kissing me in the privacy of our shared dorm room. And the odd note was that a small part of myself enjoyed it.
What the fuck?!? my mind screamed, Red alert, hormonal malfunction!
Just this morning I was quietly making my way up the old stairs of the dormitory, ignoring the curious students as I made my way down the empty hallways towards my new room. I had such high hopes for the school year. I remember taking note of the musty smell in the air, reminding me how old the building actually was, possibly dating back to ancient history. Now that smell was mingled with the woody scent that was the boy standing over me with his lips to mine.
It was then that I felt his experienced tongue try to slowly pry its way into the moist crevices of my mouth. But my lips stood strong as the only barrier between his sick desire and my frightened resolve. Finding myself sandwiched between him and the wall behind me, it was all I could do to maintain what remained of my pride.
It wasn’t that I was offended by the attempt. Any young man with questionable sexuality would be thrilled to have someone as good looking as Jap kissing him. Oh, did I forget to mention that I’m somewhat gay? My mistake. I’M A LITTLE GAY! Problem solved. Back to the matter at hand.
This exchange of ‘pleasantries’ was lasting longer than necessary. So it was with a little hesitation that I tried shoved the taller boy back. That only resulted in Jap grabbing the front of my shirt to pull me in closer. Note to self: never try to do that again. Now my arms were pinned between our two bodies.
Smart plan, Chi, I reprimanded sardonically to myself, Next time why don’t you just handcuff yourself to the bed for him?
I had just started searching for a blunt object to use against him when suddenly I realized that my lips were no longer being attacked. Instead, a finger was slipping under my chin, lifting it so that my head would tilt upwards to face the brown eyes of my roommate. The smirk on his face was undeniable.
“I knew there was something I liked about you,” he stated confidently.
If I wasn’t in a state of shock I would have punched him for that comment. I actually made to protest his remark when I was cut off by a sharp knock at the door.
“Hey, Ang, quit being a diva and get your ass out here,” someone called from the other side, “I don‘t feel like getting locked out of Chem. Lab…again..”
“I’ll be right there, Lang,” the Japanese boy called back. Shaking his head, Jap turned to me, “That Ty sure has great timing doesn’t he?”
He chuckled at his own comment, sending an odd feeling straight to my heart. Could it be that I was offended and hurt that he was treating all this as a joke?
Never! I protested, not a single ounce of me believing it.
“Well, I’d better get to class before I’m late,” he announced cheerfully as if nothing happened; as if he didn‘t kiss me a minute ago.
Go? I questioned, Just like that?
Jap flashed me a smile before turning and walked out the door with little hesitation. Not a word was spoken about the kiss. I watched in silence as the door closed with a click, Jap standing on the other side of the door this time when the lock sliding into place once again. It was then when I was finally alone that the encounter fully registered in my mind. Jap had kissed me. And I had liked it. Unconsciously, my hand raised to touch my lips, still warm from the attention it had received not too long ago.
So where do we go from here? came the unavoidable question.
“He probably doesn’t even care,” I mumbled to myself, thoughts of my long-haired roommate still fresh in my mind, “Arrogant prick.”
My lips still tingled with his touch. The loneliness in my heart still clung to the thought of having him near me again. I suppose it would be unavoidable not to think of him. He was my roommate after all.
I guess it wasn’t so bad, I had to admit, I wonder…
Sure he was an arrogant bastard of a man. Sure he was self-centered and egotistic. But damn it if he wasn’t a good kisser.
“Why not?” I asked with a shrug, letting the question ring out into the empty room.
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Author’s Note: I apologize if any of this offended you. | 
...oh! by the way, Psycho's birthday was on October 18. I know it's over a month late but wish her a belated birthday!
