003. draw me like one of your french girls

[ichidise]

[ Rarely has Shinichi ever invited someone into his room, blood-related or otherwise, and it doesn't take a lot of imagination to figure what kind of skeletons he's got hiding in there — scantily clad and of poor taste, probably.

Nonetheless, it's nearly 1:30 AM and tonight is a different kind of case. The seventeen year old sits with pen in hand amongst towers of magazines, doujins, novels — just about every paper-related ero medium imaginable. A sheet of blank paper lies at his knees, and for once in his pitiable, hermit life — he can't draw. He has several hardrives-worth of references to fish from, but he can't quite imagine the right pose.

It's been practically three hours now, and he won't last much longer, so the seventeen year old has taken the liberty of calling on his beloved family members with a rather urgent barrage of text messages. The door is wide open and he sits with his head in his hands — waiting for help. ]

[ Of course, in his text-based plea, Shinichi failed to mention that what he needs his family members to do is pose for.... well, porn. ]

Comments

[eblindly]

[there's a loud stomping of feet heading shinichi's way and it's...aya. she skids to a stop and leaps into his room, slamming the door shut behind her. face red and covered in sweat, it can be inferred that she was working out beforehand — hah, as if she'd break a sweat running all the way to his room]

Hey.

[ichidise]

You're just in time.

[ he can't muster a poker face to save his life, but his lips perk up slightly at the sight of her red-faced sweat. it's definitely the look he needs right now. ]

If you couldn't tell by the text already, I need your help.

[eblindly]

Which yakuza group did you piss off this time?

[ichidise]

That part's not so important.

What is important is that they're sick in the head and need something that only you can help me with.

[eblindly]

You said my father was kidnapped! Unless helping you involves busting him out of some terrible torture room, I don't want to hear it.

[ichidise]

Oh, but it's so much simpler that that! I just can't do it alone, you see?

Don't be so hostile, this is an emergency after all.

[eblindly]

Spill.

[casually rests her hand at the handle of the door, in case his reason for reaching out to her is as stupid as she predicts it to be]

[ichidise]

[ He takes note of her eagerness to leave, better make this convincing. ]

You're aware of my.... services, right?

[eblindly]

I thought you were a lecherous freak free of charge.

[ichidise]

That's a side thing.

If your memory is really that bad I'll remind you that I'm a mangaka.

So, Ya-chan, what does that mean?

[eblindly]

[........begins to turn, as if about to head out] That probably means I should leave right now.

[ichidise]

[ grabs her shoulder, wearing that same, shinichi smile. ]

Oh, but believe me it's the reason why you should stay.

At least hear me out, Ya-chan.

[eblindly]

[shrugs off his hand, hastily stepping away from and right into a shelf!!! manga volume after manga volume hits her head — sure, it doesn't necessarily hurt too badly, but, damn, it's just her luck]

[ichidise]

[ he stifles a chuckle in fear that it might just send her away, and instead inches closer to collect the fallen books. god they were all in alphabetical order too!! ]

No need to be so callous, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I'm not even going to touch you. I just need a.... [ shit what's a nice way of putting it? ] ... model of sorts.

[ he scooches the books on an empty section of the shelf for now, before turning to look his cousin in the face. ]

You okay? A little softcore BL isn't going to bruise that face, is it?

[bondslave]

[she stumbles into his room, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she doesn't even bother concealing her yawn]

Babe, if this is you needing some more sex toys or something, I'm not doing a run for you at two in the goddamn morning.

[ichidise]

No, I'm afraid this is a lot more urgent than that, Rei-pon.

[ he motions her closer — almost eagerly. ]

I need a different sort of favor, one that only you can do.

[ that's a lie, but who else is about to wake up at this god awful hour of the night? ]

[bondslave]

There are at least six hundred things that only I can do.

[she's so sleepy ;;; crawls into his bed and pulls the covers over her head] Be more specific.

[ichidise]

Well, first of all, I'm 'gonna need you to take this off.

[ he leans over the mass of covers that is reika, prods her a bit with the end of his pen. ]

And a lot more after that — we can do a step-by-step process if necessary.

[bondslave]

[curls into an even rounder bundle of blankets. she is all blanket. reika exists no more]

Weren't you the one who was always against incest? What the hell, Shinichi.

[ichidise]

It's not incest, Rei-pon.

It's strictly work-related.

[ he tries to shake her lightly. ]

[bondslave]

[ATTEMPTS

TO SMOTHER HIM WITH BLANKET]

If it's not incest, don't wake me up at two in the morning!

[ichidise]

[ He doesn't really have the strength to fight back because, well, when does shinichi ever get around to working out? hahaha yea right. So he just kind of takes it like a man.... and flails beneath the covers. ]

Look, I get it. It's early in the morning, and you're irritable. I can't promise any tender loving care, but --

[ Manages to get a gulp of air as he pushes the blanket aside. ]

If you do this for me I'll.... [ begrudgingly ] ... Owe you one.