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Four Times "Ara"

When Kuga Natsuki woke on the morning of that one, ‘special’ August day, she knew something was amiss. That time of the month had come again, and, for heavens sake, she was not on her period. No…oh, no, the dread which hung itself over Natsuki’s shoulder that particular Wednesday morn was not one of biological inconvenience. Dear Mayo God, no.

Natsuki knew what day it was. And so did a certain someone…

“…Shizuru…” Natsuki hissed her name like it was the word suppository. And akin to suppositories, she would take Shizuru the same way…

Up the ass.

…Uh…meaning, she would have to deal with the pain, the teasing, the embarrassment…Er, just not like that…Anyway…

Natsuki’s day would be a rough one.

“Nnnng, Shizuruuu…?” The biker mumbled as she rose from her dainty little mess of blankets, motorcycle magazines, empty mayonnaise bottles, and the several other disheveled items of which constructed her modest sleeping quarters. Yeah, dainty. Dainty like mind of a pedophile. Huh, It’s more exciting when it’s messy, Natsuki thought, and fixed the wandering strap of the loose black tank top she wore, back into place. Now, where’s Shizuru?

Natsuki lazily maneuvered her way out of the slop of her room and made for the door, hands still rubbing the drowse from her weary eyes as her shorts ruffled against her legs. During the haggard girl’s jumbled approach, Natsuki’s foot caught on a tangle of haphazardly placed wiring and, with a start and a painful face-plant, all of Natsuki’s tire wisped away like steam on a hardboiled egg. Of course, only, Natsuki was much cuter than a hardboiled egg, and thus, inevitably much more fun to tease.

Not that she let just anyone get away with it, however.

Covering her mouth in a loud and teary yawn with one hand, Natsuki twisted open the brass of her bedroom doorknob to come face to face with what ever madness she knew she would find in the second room of her apartment place.

But there was nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Just to be safe, Natsuki checked around the premises. Lifting couches, peeking under tables, shrugging the dust off carpets and rugs…But Natsuki found no inconsistencies in the appearance of the room as it was the day before and as it was now, while she scouted for the trap. Shrugging her shoulders, she proceeded to return to bed and sleep off the rest of the hour. Maybe Shizuru’s giving me a break this year…?

And then she heard it.

“Ara, Ara…”

It was a muffled sound, but Natsuki picked it up immediately. Silently, the ice-princess turned back around and stared towards the closet in disbelief. So there she is! Damnit, I knew she wouldn’t let me off so easily!…But wait…what if it’s a trap? Should I take the bait and just go in? What if she just thought I went away and slipped out a few words? Natsuki took a step forward. Maybe I shouldn’t…but I can’t just leave her there…She felt the dread in the pit of her stomach return. Tch! Yes I can! And then nothin’ll happen, and I can get back to sleep and let her tease her tea leaves instead!…but…it’s Shizuru…Natsuki shook her head violently and heaved a frustrated sigh. God damnit! Annoyed by her mental tug of war, Natsuki stormed up to the closet door and yanked it open.

“Shizu—!?…huh?” The cobalt haired girl curiously eyed what she found and blinked a few times, as if to confirm her eyesight.

“Ara, Ara!”

Natsuki was staring dumbly at a small, purple-feathered parrot perched atop the spit of a large, steel cage. The little bird’s viridian eyes gazed right back at emerald ones and cocked its head to the side, almost teasingly.

“Ara, Ara! Natsuki, Ikezu!”

“…h-heh?…Shi…zuru?…Shizuru!?” Natsuki came to her own conclusions. “Oh, crap! Shizuru’s turned into a parrot!” The panic settled in and Natsuki grasped the cage with two strong hands, leaning in to inspect the violet bird guiltily. It's my fault!! I shouldn’t have been so mean to her! Because of me, Shizuru…! Shizuru is…!!

So lost in her apparent guilt trip Natsuki was that she heard not the slight rustle of clothes behind her. But when two familiar arms snaked their way around her neck and pulled her close, Natsuki jumped and screamed at the contact, obviously taken by surprise.

“Na-tsu-ki!”

“Sh-Shizuru!!” Natsuki tried to whip around, but her ambusher kept her unyielding embrace firm. “L-let me go!” Actually, Natsuki greatly enjoyed the feel of Shizuru’s ample bosom pressing against her back…but we won’t go there just yet. You see, Natsuki had a blush on her face. And everyone knows that when even just one tinge of pink adorns Natsuki’s priceless blushing face, several more would be made to appear by the hands of the cunning Fujino Shizuru.

With this in mind, Natsuki urged herself to fight off the blush.

But, alas, Natsuki’s efforts went to pitiful, pitiful waste. Knowing when her cute puppy’s visage was red was a sixth sense to Shizuru. There was no escaping the onslaught of teasing torture for poor Natsuki…

Shizuru leant in bit more and pecked Natsuki’s cheek, effectively raising the body temperature of the other girl and, as expected, reddening her flushed face.

“If Natsuki keeps blushing at every little touch, how will she get through tonight without her head exploding?” The playful remark, as always. “If my Natsuki must explode in some part of her body, I’d prefer it to be a little further south…and not with blood, mind you.” The kill, as always. Natsuki reached maximum blush and did indeed explode.

“Sh-Shizuru!!” Natsuki whirled around with the loosening of the chestnut haired lecher’s hold. This reaction was indubitably foreseen, as Shizuru relocated her arms around Natsuki’s waist, wrapping them around her slim frame and pulling her into an even tighter embrace. “S-stop that!” Suggestive teasing, oh my…

“Mnnn, Natsuki, must you moan my name so much this early? It’s still daytime…What will our neighbors say?” whispered Shizuru with feigned concern.

“Moaning!? I’m not moa—” No, she wasn’t. Natsuki wasn’t. That is, until Shizuru, ever the opportunist, drew herself towards Natsuki’s lips and embarked to prove her point. “—nnnnnmm…” It was then that Natsuki was moaning Shizuru’s name…into her Shizuru’s mouth.

However, the forgotten parrot behind the lip locked couple soon made its presence known once again.

“Ara, Ara! Na-tsu-ki!!”

With a groan, Natsuki reluctantly broke the kiss, looking up into laughing crimson eyes and a smile that could thaw Antarctica. “…What’s that parrot doing there, anyway…?” she asked.

“Ara…That would be your birthday present, so... Happy Birthday?”

“…What?!”

“Ara, Ara!” That was the parrot.

“Ara, Ara…” That was Shizuru.

“Ara, Ara!” The parrot again…

…This continued on well into the evening. And soon enough, on that very fifteenth day of August, Natsuki found herself repeating a certain word over and over…

“Ara…Ara…Araaaaa…ah, ha…ha…haaaa…whhhhy….??”

So it was that, during that same night, Natsuki learned a new equation in Fujino algebra.

Four Times “Ara” equals…interrupted sex.