# include GENOM presents A 9th Street Discordian production of A St. Suika Roberts not-film Unexpected Situation A Sailor Moon 1/6 prequel SM 1/6 Fuck. Yet another day's nikki destined for the flames. I really hate burning my memories like this, but I can't let them stay locked up in my mind, and I can't risk letting them be read. So silly of me, I'm sure; they all know but father, and I don't think Nabiki would sell proof; but the risk is too great. Enough grumbling, about what happened today: I slip into Abakabu, out of the warm late spring air. Ayukawa-san smiles at me, then waves me over to a table. `Akane-chan, I'd like you to meet Akane-chan.' I realize at the last instant that the other girl at the table is quite cute, and, from the way she blushes at the attention, probably here for the same reason as me. Ayukawa-san wisks herself off, leaving me with the girl. `Tendou Akane, Douzo yoroshiku.' I bow towards her, and she smiles back at me. `Kasuga Akane, hajimemashite.' I smile back. Ayukawa-san comes back with what I always order, an extra-large hot chocolate, and I have to admire as she walks away. `So,' I turn to Kasuga, `You are also a member of the Ayukawa Madoka research group.' She nods. `I wouldn't have called it that, though.' `What else is there to call it? She's hopelessly enraptured.' even more hopeless than Tofu-sensei, really. `With who?' she sounds like she really doesn't know. `Kasuga Kyosuke. If he weren't as hopelessly caught I'd be upset about it,' Hiyama-chan never had a chance, Ayukawa-san is perfection incarnate, a blind man could see it. Kasuga, not the one next to me, is just too soft-hearted to tell her that. I hope that in her heart she knows it, so she won't fall apart when the triangle finally collapses. Kasuga, the one next to me, starts banging her head on the table. I grab her before she can hurt the table, then realize that she'd have hurt her head instead. `What's wrong?' `I should have noticed! I should have noticed the first time I met her! The signs were there, were obvious. Beaten by my own cousin.' `Cousin? Kyosuke's your cousin? That's harsh,' I tousle her short hair, `Don't worry 'bout it too much, I don't think she swings this way.' `Sour grapes?' it takes me a moment to place her allusion, then I shake my head. `No, a firm grasp on reality. She likes the attention, but it doesn't bother her the way being with Kasuga does. 'kinda like Tofu-sensei.' `Tofu-sensei?' `Yeah, he's my family's doctor. I got a crush on him when I was about eleven; it was a relief, I'd already decided I was kinda weird, and I thought this meant I was normal. Then my elder sister walked in on him with his friend a couple years ago, and he's never been the same around her since. I realized when I finally pieced it all together a couple months later that he's just as weird as I am.' `The friend was male?' `Yep. I think he worries about Kasumi telling someone; he always gets so funny around her.' `How'd you find out?' I almost smile at the horrified fascination in her voice. `I asked. I've spread it around that he's infatuated with her, and she, I don't know what she thinks.' I never know what Kasumi thinks, but she was not upset by the discovery, I know her well enough to understand that. `How,' whatever she was going to say is cut off by the arrival of two girls. They say something disparaging about watching Ayukawa-san, implying it is some childish sort of passtime. That I could stand, I've thought it myself sometimes, but the accusation that she somehow needs to find a boyfriend becouse of it is unendurable. `You two.' They look at me. `I can't have you hassling the other member of the Ayukawa Madoka research group. If you won't leave my,' the decision is spur of the moment, unconsidered, less than half-baked, `girl alone about finding a new lover, I will be forced to consider hurting you.' I crack my knuckles ominously, and they turn a whiter shade of pale. I spare a glance out of the corner of my eye at Akane, and she just looks blank; if she laughed about it the whole thing would be easy to pass off as a joke; if she got obviously upset at me, either for coming up such a thing, or for `exposing' us, the game would go on. The two girls look like they're gonna run, though, and then Akane wraps her arm about my shoulders and presses herself against me. The other two break and run. `Thanks,' Akane lets me go, `that saved me. I've been trying to get them to back off about this for a while now. I just hope we didn't scare them off permanently, they're just about my only friends.' `You're welcome. I didn't think about that before I said it. After I had I thought you'd laugh it off.' I'm hardly the vision of femme loveliness Ayukawa is, after all. `I'm not adverse to the idea.' she sits down. We spend the next several hours studying Ayukawa-san, with the occasional break on my part to watch Akane, and I catch her watching me occasionally as well. Eventually I can no longer nurse my single cup of chocolate, and start preparing to leave. She notices the time, and we exchange numbers and addresses before departing. I contemplate following her home for an instant, discard the notion, then follow her anyway. After a few blocks she waves at me, so I drop into the street next to her. `To have noticed me you have to be either a high powered martial artist or an ESPer,' she starts, stares at me wide-eyed, `Ah, an ESPer. So, can I try teaching you the Art? It's great cover.' She still looks shocked, so I consider the possiblity that she's actually an ESPer, then discard it. `How did you,' her voice is shaky, small, `know? I haven't used the Power around you.' I blink at this, pick up the idea again, beat it about, pound the dust that's stuck to it off, and file the sticky idea away to ferment. `I was making a joke,' she looks terrified now, `Don't worry, I know how it feels to have things that one can't let others know about hang over me. I won't tell. I promise.' I grab her hand and kiss its back. I peek up at her, and she's smiling, just slightly. She leads me the rest of the way to her house in silence, and I let her have her hand back at the gate. Just as I am about to turn and leave, she stops me, both hands on my cheeks, leans down the few centimeters necessary and kisses me on the lips. She promptly turns red and rushes inside, pausing at the last second to wave. I realize then that my hand had risen to my lips, and I pull it away before leaping onto the roof, coming home. Time for this to meet the flame, so where did I leave my matches? SM 1/6 Two unnumbered entries in a row; a first, I think. Maybe I should date these, but I don't really see the point, I will remember them by the entries on either side, the ones who aren't sent off to comfort me in my afterlife. If I hang around Akane much more, though, I fear I'll either have to start omitting things in my nikki or dating these. I think I'll date them. This morning I woke from an all too pleasant dream of Akane to the oh so pleasant sight of her face. I wondered for a fraction of a second how she got in, then realized it didn't matter, and smiled up at her. `Not to complain, but what are you in my bed for?' etchi thoughts, etchi etchi thoughts. She giggles, looking down. `Um, you know how you said I was your,' she rocks, probably from nervousness, but her weight feels so nice against me, `lover? My friends kinda asked, said they doubted it, and I kinda said I'd prove it to 'em.' I give her the patented "You are a fool!" look. She is staring at her hands, so it does her no good. `That was dumb. You do realize that by the time they're satisfied you'll have done things you regret and I'll be the sole member of the Kasuga Akane appreciation society?' She smiles at me, and I harden my heart against the expected plea. `Don't worry, you'll have veto privileges on anything we do, and I'm already a member of the Tendou Akane appreciation society.' I growl at that before I can stop myself. She looks so stricken I hurry to explain. `It isn't you. My ever so esteemable Kunou Tatewaki-sempai issued a challenge on my behalf, saying that I'd only go out with someone who beat me. Three quarters of the boys at school took him seriously, and most of those attack me _en masse_ every single blessed morning.' She flops against me, feeling so nice that I can't refuse the mute entreaty in her face. `All right, you win. I play your lover for them.' She lights up like Tokyo Tower and kisses me. It is the best kiss I've ever had, not that that says a lot, her tongue slipping between my lips and nearly causing me to faint. `Thank you.' `Kiss me again and I've no idea how I'll react; just to warn you.' She notes my tone and wisely doesn't kiss me again immediately. I don't think I'd start taking her clothes off, but that is definately one of the temptations. `So, come on, get up.' I lever myself out of bed, gather up a change of clothing, and give Akane a pointed glare. She turns around, and I turn my back on her to get dressed for the day. I pretend to ignore the sharp gasp from behind me as I get my underwear on, and the mix of anger and, lust? resentment? appreciation? makes me fumble as I get my bra on. I finish dressing, give her a moment to turn back around, then turn myself. She smiles at me. I still don't know whether to be exasperated or amused. `Out the window?' she nods, so I open it, then lead the way out, catching her when she leaps. She lands unnaturally lightly in my arms, and I grin at Akane when I set her down. She looks at me funny, and I lead the way to the rooftops. She follows, places a hand on my shoulder, and asks me the silliest question. `Are you sure you're not an ESPer?' `Yes.' She gives me a disbelieving look and leads the way to a slightly deserted schoolyard, where her friends from the day before meet us. They are kinda silly-looking, but that's just my own biases. They look me over like a horse, making disparaging noises, and Akane says something silly about how she's taking them along on our date. I look at her. `Um, dear,' she looks up at me, `you did not clear this with me. I agreed to meet your friends. I did not agree to be their toy for the afternoon.' I turn to the two, `You may come along, but only so far. Got that?' They cave remarkably quickly in the face of a little dominance. I drag Akane off for a quick huddle to figure out where we are going, eventually deciding on the swimming pool. The girls accept this readily, proving, to my satisfaction, that their talk about their guy-friends is just that. I get rather tired of my friends trying to impress each other with their dates, or lack there of. The pool she leads us too is nice, not too big, not too small. I'm vaugely concerned, of course, but I don't let it show. We seperate in the dressing room, and meet again outside. I find a nice spot in the sun where I can watch Akane, and settle down. She splashes about, hassles someone for a few moments, comes over and trys to get me into the water, and I don't let her. She goes back to swimming after a little while, and I let myself drift, watching her. Someone, no, someones, pick me up. I contemplate struggle for a moment, but before I can decide I'm falling in a ragged arc towards the water. Behind me I can see her friends, giggling and looking around for the lifeguard, who'd have their hides if they notice. A moment later I'm on the bottom of the pool, staring up at the surface better than a me-length and a half above me, wondering just what I'm going to do about it. Just as I begin to really worry, she comes into view, dives down, and pulls me up to the surface. `What are you doing?' Anger shows in her voice, almost overshadowing the worry. `Trying to avoid breathing.' Akane makes a disgusted noise and pulls me towards the edge of the pool. `What, can't you swim?' `No,' I say in a small voice. `Then why didn't you say so when I proposed the pool?' `Wanted to see you in a swimsuit.' `Ecchi.' `Un.' I smile at her, and she helps me out of the water. Her two friends are conspicuously absent, I notice. `Want me to teach you to swim?' I laugh, `You can try. I've had six teachers give up on me so far.' `Then someone wasn't trying hard enough. Lets go to the shallow end while you get your breath back.' She supports me along the way, and I, unfortunately, need it. `So, what do we do? Throw me in and fish me out when I turn blue?' `If that's how your teachers have been,' she shakes her head, `There's little wonder you can't swim. In we go.' She steps backward off the edge of the pool, making a small splash. The water's only up to her waist, so I step in when she waves me towards her, stepping back to give me room. The water's a little higher on me, but the pool-bottom is firm and rough-textured under my feet. `Now what?' `You learn how to float.' It is five-thirty by the time I manage a decent dead-man-float, face down in the water with my arms and legs limp, without panicking, sinking, forgetting that the bottom of the pool is only twenty centimeters under my feet, trying to stand up, stubbing my toes, panicking, and then sinking, or any of the two dozen other embarassments I subjected myself too. `I'll never learn this.' I whine, weariness transmuting anger back into to dispair. `We got you through one of the hard parts. Now we just have to teach you to float on your back, and how to move through the water.' She turns back to the road for a moment, `Could you come over tonight? Nobody'll be about but us.' The offer is very tempting. `Only for a little while. They tend to worry if I'm not about, and can get quite,' I search for a word that works, without being too derogatory, `extreme, if they're worried.' Akane winces. `Sounds bad.' `It can be annoying.' SM 1/6 `Would you like some tea or something?' `Tea's fine.' She returns a moment later with a small pot and two cups on a tray. `Would you like anything to eat? I'm pretty starved.' I begin to say that it's not necessary when my belly rumbles. `I'll take that for an affirmative. Soup and sandwitch sound good to you?' I knod and follow her into the kitchen, anxious to be of some help today. She bustles about, assembling sandwitches, opening a can of condensed soup, and turns around after she has it warming on the stove. `Yes?' `I thought I should help, since you took all day to try and teach me how to swim and all.' `Don't worry about it. I think you've finally scared them off the subject of my crush on Madoka-san, so I want to teach you. Besides, it's more fun to try and teach you than to listen to them make up stories about their boyfriends.' `I should think. The soup?' I point at the pot with my chin, and she stirs it, which makes the strange hissing noise, and the smoke, stop. I watch her as she works, getting out plates, bowls, and another tray, before turning back to the soup. `Good, that's ready,' she mutters, tasting the soup. She serves it into the bowls, and I pick up the tray when she sets the second one down. She blinks at me, then nods, rummaging through a drawer and coming up with a set of spoons. I follow her back into the other room, and set down the tray. `Um,' I start intelligently, `What happened to your friends, anyway?' `They fled when I fished you up from the bottom of the pool. I'll call them tomorrow and let them know you're still alive.' She sets the teapot down again, picking up her cup. I smile, `That seems a little mean, doesn't it?' I look down into my teacup. `Just a little,' she laughs. We both must be hungrier than I thought, for the food is consumed a very short while later. `Gochisou,' I murmor, and she smiles at me, repeating the phrase. I stare at her for a moment, remembering, then get up quickly. `What are you doing tomorrow?' `I thought we'd continue teaching you to swim. That OK with you?' `Thank you!' I can't help looking at her again, remembering this morning, and she startles me, walking around the table and pulling me into her arms. I have to wiggle a little bit, and bend my knees, but I manage to tuck my head under her chin, and she strokes my hair, long carresses that almost reach my waist. `So I'll see you in the morning?' I knod, `Yeah.' I make no move to leave, sure that my joints will eventually protest the position I'm in, and until either they or she complains there is no reason to give up the embrace. After a pleasant several moments my left knee starts in, so I reluctantly release her and step back, her arms still loose about me. `I'd better go.' `I guess.' She makes no move to release me, which is unobjectionable from my point of view. I finally gather my courage again and lean forward, and her lips are very soft under mine. A while later I realize my left knee is kvetching again, so I shift, pulling free. `I'd better go. See you tomorrow morning?' I step backward slowly, reluctantly. `Yes.' She walks with me to the door, standing behind me, kissing me on my neck. I twist, pressing into the kiss, stroking through her hair with my fingers. She breaks off, `Tomorrow.' I moan softly in protest, but open the door and step out. I turn and wave at the gate before bounding off towards home. I don't want to burn this one; today was too much fun. If I don't, however. . . Aaa~~~~~! Oh well. Today was the second of my summer vacation, and remarkably nice. I wish I had a safe way to keep this, other than in my memories. To the flames. SM 1/6 I've not been writing much recently, too many nice things happening, too many pleasant memories that I can't stand to consign to flame. Today, however, I have to talk about. About noon father comes out to find me in the garden, and tells me to come inside, he's got something important to tell us all. I follow him inside, and he tells us that he'd engaged us to this boy, we find out, he's never met. All three of us go off on him for that, and I seriously contemplate just getting up and going back to breaking bricks, but by the time I get flustered enough to get up there's a knock at the door. Father and Nabiki run off to get it, then come running back, all flustered by our guests, a giant panda and the girl in chinese-style clothing over its shoulder. Father mistakes her for a boy, and I think Nabiki does as well. Her name, Saotome Ranma, probably was part of the problem right then. I drag her off to spar, and she wipes the deck with me. I don't let it show, but it really distressed me to realize how much her being able to beat me increased my attraction to her. She's really pretty to begin with, soft features, slight build, voluptuous curves, long ebony hair tied back in a single braid, toned limbs, just the right size to tuck under my chin, and just the faintest hint of a tan. Coupled with her skill . . . Kasumi talks her into taking a bath, and I follow a little while later, after I've got myself under better control; after all, I already have a steady girlfriend -- it's scary just to write that, even if I'm looking around every few moments to make sure no one is watching -- so it wouldn't do to be making overt passes at the girl; with my luck, she's probably straight anyway, I was thinking. So, I walk in on her without knocking, and shes not there. Instead, I see a different girl, taller, slightly harder facial features, same braid draped over her flatter chest, better tone, wait. Girls do not have parts like that. Blink. Blink. There's a boy in the bath. There's a boy in the bath, and no sign of Ranma-chan. Of course, I whirl about, slamming the door behind me, and bolt into the hall. I press my back to the wall opposite the door, and just stare at it for a long moment, after which it opens and the tall girl, no, boy, steps out, dressed. `Who are you?' I ask her. She puts her hand to the back of her head in embarrassment, and replies, `Saotome Ranma, sorry 'bout this.' `Damn straight you are.' I growl back. `Let's go downstairs and I'll tell you the tragic story of the pools of Jusenkyou.' She leads me downstairs, gathers father, my sisters, and a man I don't recognize, and proceeds to tell us that she was born male, raised as a martial artist by her father, the strange man, and recently went to the training ground of cursed springs, Jusenkyou, because her father can't read Chinese, and aquired a female form. I glare at her, apalled that I still find her intensely attractive. And so, I've another page of my journal to burn. Looking back on it I realize that I used a whole lot of unnecessary female pronouns; perhaps she is a girl after all, even with her male body. Definately time to find the matches. --- Log: 1999 June 22: Uploaded to my website. 2010 July 10: Tiny edits.