WARNING this fic contains strong language and actions, do not continue if 
you have a problem with such things.
 
 
Namura-sensei's Angry and Miwa's kiss.
By Meredith Edwards


Meiko felt soft, warm lips press against her. What a lovely way to wake up, 
she thought, leaning into the kiss. She raised one hand to touch a cool 
cheek. She trailed her hand along smooth skin until she brushed against the 
beginnings of thick hair ...


Meiko's eyes flew open. Miwa leaned over her, his eyes closed, his lips 
insistent against Meiko's. Pulling back, Meiko scooted to the far edge of 

the bed and in a breathless voice asked, "Miwa?"


Miwa smiled. "Hey, beautiful," he said. "Time to wake up."


Meiko placed a hand over her chest, where her heart hammered so hard she was 
sure Miwa could hear it. Unconsciously she licked her lips, tasting the 
spicy sweetness of Miwa's lips on her own, and she ran a hand through her 
hair. "Jesus," she breathed.


Running a finger down Meiko's leg, Miwa asked, "It wasn't that bad, was it?" 
Through the denim of Meiko's jeans, Miwa's touch burned.


Meiko gasped. Suddenly she couldn't remember how to breathe. She still felt 
the ghost of Miwa's lips on her, and a flame of lust licked across her sex. 

Miwa sat down on the bed beside her, his fingers tracing the seam in Meiko's 
jeans, and Meiko pulled away. Smiling, Miwa said, "You didn't answer my 
question."


But Meiko just shook her head, trying to rid herself of the sensations Miwa 
was awakening in her. "Miwa," she began, her voice breaking. She cleared her 
throat and tried again. "Miwa, we can't -- I can't ..." She trailed off as 
Miwa scooted closer, his hand on Meiko's leg.


"Can't what?" Miwa asked softly as his hand began to rub along Meiko's 
thigh.


"Miwa, stop," Meiko pleaded. "It's not right."


Miwa ran his fingers over Meiko's inner thigh, the touch arousing and warm. 
"It feels right," he whispered. "What if I told you I wanted you?"


Meiko sighed shakily. "It's not that simple," she said. "I'm ..." She took a 
deep breath, and looked at Miwa -- his disheveled hair, his deep brown eyes, 
his debonair smile ... Quickly she looked away, afraid that the temptation 
to take Miwa up on his offer was one she couldn't refuse.


But Miwa squeezed her thigh playfully and leaned his head on Meiko's knee. 
"Promise me something," he said, and reluctantly Meiko met his steady gaze. 
She could lose herself in those compassionate eyes. "Promise that you'll 
give me a chance one day."


"I can't promise that," Meiko whispered. "Miwa, please --"


Suddenly they heard footsteps as someone stepped in the house. Meiko scooted 
back from Miwa, pulling her knees to her chest, as she wedged herself in the 
corner.


Miwa looked towards the front of the house and stood up quickly. Meiko 
noticed the way Miwa's sweater pulled against his chest, and suddenly she 
wanted to cry. She covered her face in both hands and prayed that Miwa would 
just leave.


"What're you doing?" Meiko heard Namura-sensei ask as he approached the 
bunk.


"Just waking up sleeping beauty here," Miwa replied. Meiko looked between 
her fingers to see Miwa edge around Namura-sensei as he left the house.


Namura-sensei looked down at Meiko, the anger in his face fading to concern 
when he saw his friend huddled into herself. "Meiko?" he asked sharply. 
"What's wrong?"


Meiko just shook her head. Namura-sensei sat on the edge of the bed and 
touched Meiko's leg. Where Miwa's hand was, Meiko thought, choking back a 
sob. "Meiko?" he asked again, his hands reaching for her. "My God, what is 
it? What did he say to you? What happened?"


Meiko ran his hands down her cheeks, pulling her face into a frown, and 
whispered, "I thought he was you. Jesus, but I thought it was you."
 
"Me?" Namura-sensei asked. "What --"


Meiko sighed. "Kissing me. I thought he was you."


"What the fuck?" Namura-sensei's face hardened. "That son of a bitch --" He 
stood up, heading for the front of the house.


Meiko jumped off the bed and caught Namura-sensei's arm in her hands. 
Beneath Namura-sensei's shirt, his body hummed with anger. Meiko pulled him 
to a stop. "Sensei, wait a minute --"


"Fuck that shit," Namura-sensei cried. His voice was loud and echoed 
throughout the house. "Who the fuck does he think he is? That bastard!"


Suzu ran up the steps into the house. "What's going on?" she asked, looking 
from Namura-sensei to Meiko.


Miki was right behind her. "Keep it down," she said. "Someone might hear 
you."


"Fuck that," Namura-sensei said angrily. Then Miwa stepped into the house, 
and Namura-sensei leaped at him. "You jackass! What the fuck were you 
thinking? I'm gonna fucking kill you --"


Meiko held Namura-sensei back while Ginta blocked the aisle. Namura-sensei 
pushed Ginta back, trying to get by him, and Ginta threw a glance at Miki. 
"Get him out of here," he said, trying to stand his ground as Namura-sensei 
barreled into him.


Miki pushed Miwa out of the house. Miwa looked at Meiko, his eyes sad, and 
then he was gone. Ginta pushed Namura-sensei back against Meiko. "What's 
your problem?" he asked softly.


But Namura-sensei turned away, too livid with rage to speak. "Meiko, what 

happened?" Ginta asked, but Meiko just shrugged. In a low voice, Ginta said, 
"You can tell me. I won't say anything, I promise."


Meiko sighed. Glancing back at Namura-sensei, standing with his back to 
them, she said, "I can't --"


"Miwa fucking kissed her, that's what happened," Namura-sensei said 
bitterly. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"


Ginta looked at Meiko, incredulous. "He kissed you?" he asked.


"While I was asleep," Meiko said, nodding. She pressed a hand over her eyes 
and sighed. Just let this all go away, she prayed. She was so tired.


Ginta bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. "We've got to go meet up with 
Yuu in twenty minutes," he said. "I don't think --"


"I'm not going," Namura-sensei said. "If I see him, I'm gonna kick his ass. 
You better keep him away from me or I'll hurt him. I promise you, I'll hurt 
him."


Glancing at Namura-sensei's back, Ginta said, "Let me go talk with Suzu." 
Maybe she would know what to do. He left the house.


Meiko hugged herself tightly. "Sensei, I'm so sorry," she whispered.


And then Namura-sensei was there, his arms encircling Meiko, pulling her 
close. He kissed Meiko's forehead and rocked her gently. "It's not your 
fault," he said softly. "I'm sorry this whole thing happened. I should've 
come to wake you up. I didn't know he'd try something like this."


Meiko closed her eyes and inhaled Namura-sensei's cologne. In the comfort of 
Namura-sensei's arms, she pushed away the memory of Miwa's lips, his hands, 
his touch. Slipping her arms around Namura-sensei's waist, Meiko buried her 
head in Namura-sensei's shoulder.


They stood like that for long moments. "I'm going to kill him," 
Namura-sensei said softly, and Meiko frowned at the anger still in 
Namura-sensei's voice. And then Namura-sensei released her and headed out of 
the house. Meiko hurried to catch up with him.


Outside Ginta was talking to Suzu, and Miki and Miwa stood to one side of 
the parking lot, a few feet from the house. The look on Miki's face made 
Meiko think Miwa told her what happened, as well. Miwa stood with his arms 
folded across his chest, and he looked up as Namura-sensei and Meiko exited 
the house. Namura-sensei headed straight for Miwa.


Miki stepped in between them. "Na-chan --" she began, but Namura-sensei 
pushed her aside. Miwa watched him approach, silent.




Then Namura-sensei punched Miwa in the face. Miwa fell to the ground, his 
hands cupping his nose, a thin trail of blood already seeping through his 

fingers. Namura-sensei fell on top of him, both fists plummeting the younger 
boy, as Meiko tried to pull him off.


Miki managed to get Namura-sensei up and Meiko held his arms back, but 
Namura-sensei was strong and it took some effort. Meiko didn't think she 
could hold him for long. Miki helped Miwa to his feet, pulling him away from 
Namura-sensei. "You're dead," Namura-sensei snarled. "You're so fucking dead 
..."


"Namura-sensei," Meiko pleaded, struggling to hold him back as her friend 

strained in his grip.


"Let me go," Namura-sensei said, twisting one arm free. Meiko managed to get 

hold of it again, and she pulled Namura-sensei back towards the house.


Miwa wiped the blood from his nose. "You dick!" he cried, looking at his 
fingers, dripping with his own blood. He lunged at Namura-sensei. "You 
asshole!"


But Miki was there, holding Miwa back, and then Ginta stepped between them. 
"Meiko, get him back in the house," Ginta ordered, his hand on 
Namura-sensei's chest to hold him off. Meiko nodded and dragged 
Namura-sensei away.


"Come on," she whispered in Namura-sensei's ear. "Please, just come on."


Ginta turned to Miwa. "Miki, help him get cleaned up. Is his nose broken?"


"I don't think so," Miki replied, and then Meiko managed to get 
Namura-sensei in the house. She closed the door behind them, shutting out 
the rest of the world.


Namura-sensei collapsed on the sofa. He held his head in his hands and took 
a deep breath. "I'm going to kill that bastard," he whispered.


Meiko sat down beside him, wrapping her arms around Namura-sensei's 
shoulders. "It's okay, Sensei," she said. "Really. It's over with. You got 
in one good punch. Isn't that enough?"


But Namura-sensei shook his head. "He thinks he can just screw around with 
whoever he wants. Well, fuck that. He knows we're together. And he still 
pulls this shit. What the fuck's his problem?"


Meiko hugged Namura-sensei close. "I don't know," she whispered. She hoped 
she would forget the taste of Miwa's lips, the feel of his hands. 
Namura-sensei leaned into her, running his arms around Meiko's waist, and 
outside the window Meiko could see Ginta talking with Suzu, probably about 
picking up Yuu. She sighed and just prayed the day would end soon.