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discovery....

byline:
Anubis C. Soundwave

Chapter
Act Two.

A
real kiss.... Using her tongue, Shizuka tries to coax in more of
Ishitani’s own tongue.

Ishitani
draws the girl closer, his large hands roaming beneath her blouse.

Just
as he starts to tease Shizuka’s nipples, Kuwabara taps Ishitani
on the shoulder. “Ishitani-san: this isn’t the
appropriate place.”

Ishitani
breaks off the kiss, rubbing Shizuka’s shoulders gently.
“...forgive my discourtesy, Kuwabara-sensei.” He
touches the girl’s kiss-softened lips and leaves.

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“Why
do you bother deferring to Kuwabara-sensei’s wishes?”
wonders Seto. “He’s actually a great English teacher,
but....”

“Kuwabara’s
in.” Ishitani shrugs.

“It’s
just...you never bothered to distinguish before. It’s unlike
you to care about teachers.”

“...he’s
different. I’ve got my reasons.”

Seto
studies Ishitani a moment. “Whatever.” The young
executive leaves.

Ishitani
shakes his head. “...Takeshi....” The burly,
auburn-haired young man pinches the bridge of his nose.

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Kuwabara
takes out his lesson plan along with his lunch.

Tsukiyama
joins him, studying the face a moment. “Kuwabara? Kuwabara
Kazuma of Sarayashiki Middle?”

The
redhead looks up at the math teacher. “It’s been about a
decade since anyone’s called me on it, but yes. Did I beat up
your brother or something?”

“No...I
was in the same school. You remember: when the whole school thought
Urameshi Yusuke was dead.”

“I
didn’t forget.” Kuwabara studies the dark-haired,
studious young man. “...now I recall: you were on the school
paper, and you wanted to interview me. Tsukiyama Kenji.

“I
punched you in the nose--why would you want to remember that?”

“Nothing
broken. Thought we might have something in common. New here?”

“Started
last semester, but I had a family emergency and had to leave for
several months.”

“Oh.
Then you don’t know about Discovery yet.”

“Does
it have anything to do with nineteen-year old seniors preying
sexually on their pick of the freshmen?” quips Kuwabara.

“No...not
as we understand it. It’s a school tradition. Only five seniors
are officially allowed to do it.”

“And
I’m guessing if we see one of these students, we’re
supposed to look the other way?”

“Unless
it looks like rape or something. What gets me,” continues
Tsukiyama, biting an apple, “is that no one except the
principal and a few teachers know which five seniors are on the
Panel.

“I
mean: how do you and I know who’s in Discovery versus who’s
looking for an easy virgin fuck?”

“You
make a good point. I’ll bring that up to the principal.

“Meanwhile,
I now remember another reason your name’s familiar. I need you
and McNamara--the Australian science teacher. We’re doing the
integrated curriculum with Fujimiya.”

“That’s
right; the history teacher. She went to Egypt last year; one of her
students was kidnapped by terrorists.”

“But
the kid escaped and got to an SDF’s sergeant first.”
Kuwabara grins. “Kusanagi Mamoru.”

“Fujimiya-kun’s
boyfriend.”

“Yep.
Big mistake.”

“Who
was the student? Moto Yuuji...?”

“No;
he was a volunteer working with the SDF to give food and blankets to
Iraqi families. And he was over 182 centimeters.

“The
kid kidnapped was Mutou Yuugi,” frowns Kuwabara.

Tsukiyama’s
eyes brighten in comprehension. “The Game King...the short kid
who plays Duel Monsters.”

Kuwabara
nods. “Now, as to our curriculum....” Kuwabara and
Tsukiyama begin to tease out the details of their project.

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Yuugi
clutches a pair of roses, gazing stonily into the fountain. “This
wouldn’t have happened if you had....”

Aibou,
that’s unfair. One, my feelings toward Anzu are platonic. I
have never been able to convey feelings I don’t harbor in my
soul. Two, we agreed never to switch selves to impress girls. Three,
I can’t control who loves Anzu any more than you can--and it’s
clear that Kaiba does at least have some feeling for her.

“Undoubtedly,”
hisses Yuugi. “He was screwing her ass!”

Literally,
mind you. Anzu doesn’t seem experienced in sodomy; it may be
difficult for her to sit.

“I
don’t want to know...how you know that.”

You
said I could retain my own distinct memories. The other Yuugi
winks. As pharaoh, after all, I did have my pick of the harem....

Yuugi
smiles at his dark half. “Thanks for trying to make me laugh.
But...

“I
finally get up enough nerve to ask Anzu out--for myself--and yet....
She.... She enjoyed Kaiba so much....”

Yuugi.
Sex is pleasant. Yet you shouldn’t despair. For all you know,
their act may have meant only simple pleasure.

The
short youth shakes his head. “Neither of them can simply give
up their bodies like that. Not Anzu, and especially not Kaiba.

“Perhaps
if I hadn’t been so weak in Egypt...” Yuugi sighs.
“I....”

You
were abducted by savages. You found a way to elude them, and saved
the soldiers of your nation from their hand. That is not weakness.
Anzu certainly wouldn’t see you as weak.

Yuugi
sighs. “I suppose....”

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“You
wished to see me, Fujimiya-sensei?” Seto enters the
young history teacher’s classroom.

“Yes.”
Fujimiya smiles at her favorite student. “Please sit down.”
Seto sits at a desk. “Kaiba-san: I’m concerned about a
student of mine that you may know better than I do.”

“Mutou
Yuugi?”

“Very
good guess.”

“He
is on the Selection List. Aside from that, I have no special
knowledge of him.”

“I
see.... Then you’re probably not aware that Mutou-san has
harbored feelings for your Selection for a long time. Possibly since
middle school.”

“Am
I supposed to end pursuit because of that?” Seto rolls his
eyes. “I have strong feelings for Mazaki, and if all goes well
I intend to marry her before she leaves for New York.

“As
you know, Aomori has some unusual plan for Mutou. He did not disclose
the specifics. However, I think Mutou’s issues regarding his
recent abduction could begin the resolution process.

“At
any rate,” finishes Seto, “I don’t intend to lower
or end pursuit for his sake. I’m being soft on my rival as it
is.”

“True,
you haven’t challenged him to a duel all semester.”
Fujimiya chuckles softly.

“How’s
the boyfriend, Fujimiya-san?” asks Seto.

“Happy,
and perverted as always. I miss him, but he’s needed there.”

“Kusanagi-san
is a credit to his nation.”

“Thank
you.”

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“Kinmura-san.
I notice you haven’t been as focused on your studies as
before.” Tsukiyama takes out a manila folder. “Your
grades are below your usual quality, and it’s in all subjects.”

“Forgive
me, Tsukiyama-sensei,” says Zenime, clutching her hands.
“I...have had a lot on my mind.”

“So
I gathered. I think it may have something to do with a relationship
you had with a senior two years ago.”

“With
my friend’s brother, Aomori Tetsuhiro. What of it?”
Zenime asks curtly.

“I
don’t think that was particularly nice of him: the way he made
you feel like a princess, then he graduates and leaves without even a
word to you. Shameful.”

“That
is, as westerners say, water under the bridge. It happened two years
ago.”

“But
you’re still hurt by the way he treated you. I believe,
though,” continues Tsukiyama, “that you’re in a
unique position to change things.

“So
that no one else is hurt, or heartbroken; as you were.”

“I
don’t understand...what you’re getting at.”

“I
think you do, Kinmura-san. Work with me on putting an end to
Discovery. It’s just an antiquated tradition; it belongs in the
dustbin along with the rest of the feudal era.”

“You’re
presuming I can do anything about it.”

“You
can. It’s your responsibility to stop your friends from taking
advantage of lower classmen for cheap thrills. That’s all that
Discovery really is, in the end.”

“I....”

“As
your sensei, I ask that you consider it.” Tsukiyama
takes Zenime’s hand in his. “You may go now,
Kinmura-san.”

Zenime
rises to leave, bowing. “Thank you.”

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Harumi...oh,
Harumi...my gods, you suck good. So tight and wet....

Anzu
chuckles at the hentai, which she watches with Seto. “What
amazes me is how clueless the men are. I remember watching a similar
one with the guys.”

“They
all tend to look the same after a while.” Seto shrugs.

“Jaded
already?”

“No;
I’ve just developed a taste for orgies and multiple partners.”

“...you’re
not planning on using me to educate Mokuba, are you?”

“Mokuba...doesn’t
need my help....” Seto scowls. “Some father figure I am.”

“You’d
be a fine father--all things considered. Just not of Mokuba.

“Take
care of yourself.” Anzu strokes his cheek.

“I’ll
keep that in mind. It’d be easier,” muses Seto, nestling
his head in Anzu’s lap, “if I knew you’d be happy
in New York.”

“Of
course I will.”

“Do
you know what you’re getting into?”

“The
dancing industry. It’s competitive; I know.”

“Worse.
Dancing has little to do with talent. With training and direction,
anyone can dance.

“Not
all can dance well, mind you. But in order to make your break in that
business, you’ll have to endure the predators and scum that
inhabit it.”

“Oh,
and the corporate business world isn’t full of scum?”

“Actually,
lowlifes in business suits don’t last long in my world. People
have the perception that executives can get away with murder when the
actual fact is: we’re too busy working, drinking, or
occasionally fucking our secretaries to commit serious crimes.

“The
people that are reported in the news are like Takara: usually
pampered heirs who have no idea about the nature of our world. The
media, most of whom think Marx’s collectivist bullshit will
work despite its century of bloodshed, puts probes up my ass at least
twice a day. I’m half-tempted to bring the company back into
the weapons industry just to piss them off.

“Now...I’m
curious as to whether you can give good head....” Seto smiles
drowsily at her.

“Nani?
You’re...not sober....” Anzu notes Seto’s reddening
complexion, starting to blush herself. So...vulnerable.... A part
of me wants to jump his bones. But he’d like that.

“Of
course I’m drunk. You think I’d extol the virtues of my
crappy job if I were sober?”

“Not
the way you did just now. But you’re serious about the
fellatio?”

Seto
nods, boyishly staring at her. “You’ll be doing it a lot
in your line of work. You may as well know what your producers will
like.” The young executive winks at his schoolmate, giving her
a playful smirk.

“I’m
not studying to be an exotic dancer....”

“I
know. You’ve never watched Showgirls, have you?”

“The
trashy Joe Esterhaus movie where a young starlet is stranded in Las
Vegas? No.”

“...I’m...I
know you’re a great and disciplined dancer. I’ve seen you
practice everyday. The fact is, though: a young, talented ingénue
like you is seen by the sleazier elements of your craft as a nice
piece of ass.

“Which
has nothing, really, to do with why I’m trying to convince you
to suck my cock.” Seto guides Anzu’s hands over his
clothed groin.

Mmhn...motto...motto...Y-yukio....

“Hey,
I suggested a Miyazaki film. You wanted to watch your library of
smut. That was a recipe for a hard-on.” After freeing Seto’s
penis, Anzu whimsically traces its tip with her moistened index
finger.

Seto
flips over, quickly pinning Anzu. He moves his hand down to Anzu’s
panties, and smiles. “You’re dripping wet.”

“That’s
Yukio’s line,” smiles Anzu in kind, pointing to the
happily-copulating hentai couple onscreen.

“You’re
also a mouthy baita.” Seto sticks two of his fingers
inside Anzu, making her gasp. “After this, you’ll owe
me.”

Yuki-!
Yuki-uhn!

“Hai...right
there...oh...!” Anzu can barely repress the urge to circle
Seto’s waist.

Seto
leans down to nurse on one of Anzu’s breasts. “Tasty....”

Uhn!

“Eith--uhn...you
suck me...or...fuck me...,” hisses Seto after a deep kiss.
“You...can tell...I need attention....”

“Uhn...jerk...”
pants Anzu. “Less--two evils...sexy bastard....” She
grinds her hips into Seto’s.

“Nnhn...I
love a mouthy baita....” Seto kisses Anzu again.

Oh...!
I’m coming!

Harumi...!

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Shizuka
snuggles next to a shirtless Ishitani, a delicate finger tracing the
young man’s chest muscle.

Ishitani
smiles, enjoying the girl’s closeness. “If you want to
lick my nipple, be my guest.”

“Very
funny.” Shizuka plants a light kiss on Ishitani’s chest.

“You’re
teasing me. Let me lick you.”

“I’m
not an ice cream cone.”

“You’re
right. I just want a taste of that luscious peach you have down
there.” Ishitani puts his hand over her, between her legs.

Shizuka
moans softly. “You’re learning to articulate your needs.
That’s good.”

“I’m
glad you approve. It’s actually fun to think of new ways to say
‘let’s fuck’. Like a foreign language, almost.

“Though
I do think you like it when I talk dirty.”

“I
do,” Shizuka smiles. “Yet you shouldn’t rely on it.
Don’t fall into a rut, okay?”

“Variety
is good.” Ishitani kisses her. “Though there is value in
sticking to what works.

“The
fun lies in finding out what works. And I know you like having a nice
pair of hands traverse your smooth, incredible back. This bra of
yours is in the way, though.”

They
hear a knock on the door to Shizuka’s room.

Her
mother leans in, finding the two young people apart. “Just
checking up on you.”

“We’re
fine, ‘kaasan,” grins Shizuka.

“Good.
I seem to remember your father telling me I had an incredible back.
Just a few months later your brother was born. It’s an
interesting coincidence--I thought I’d let you two know.”

“...thanks.
That is interesting.”

“Good.
So we understand each other.”

“Hai,
‘kaasan.” Shizuka smiles as her mother leaves.

“I
think there were a few steps your mother omitted,” smirks
Ishitani.

“Subtlety
isn’t your strong suit.”

“Not
usually. I like to get to the point. Maybe we can finish our
conversation over at my place.”

“You
have a place? I thought you lived with your brother and his family.”

Ishitani
scoffs at this. “That’s just to skirt Domino’s
strict ‘no student employees’ rule. If the school knows I
have my own place, then they know I have a job.

“I
just moved in a few months ago, too.... You want to see it?”

“I’d
be honored. Besides, I could finally ask you something in private.”

“A
question for me? Intriguing. Meet me after school Monday?”

“Sure.”
Shizuka lets Ishitani out of her room.

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What...is
this? Yuugi reads a book left on Tsukiyama’s desk.

It’s
just a matter of convincing the principal to end Discovery. Once
that’s done, these photos will be worth a lot more....

The
short youth turns a page, to see pictures of female classmates in
various states of undress.

A
sensei has an incredible amount of influence over a student’s
life. Every other school I’ve been to, I’ve been able to
sate the appetites of Asian men with lovely young girls. It augments
my paltry salary quite nicely, and I can usually transfer to another
school after a few years.

But
because of Discovery, I haven’t been able to establish much in
Domino. However, that will change.

Kinmura’s
playing right into my hands. I can get her to undermine the others.
When Discovery is done away with, I’ll have my run of this
place yet.

“...the
fuck!?” Yuugi hisses, noting a picture of Anzu in her
undergarments.

Mazaki’s
got perfect tits. And with her western influences she’ll sell
great to Chinese heads of state. She has a saucy mouth, but I can
break her out of that. Maybe a nice gang-fuck.

Yuugi
seethes, closing the book and leaving Tsukiyama’s classroom; he
carries the book with him.

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“Mmm....”
Shizuka flops on the futon. “It is nice here.”

“Good
view; close to the fish market. I can head over to Kajiki’s
boat and just fish with him. Or I can work on the docks.”

“You
hire yourself out for shipyard work?”

“Yeah.”
Ishitani smiles. “Is that too uncultured for you?”

“Iie;
my ‘tousan does that kind of work...when he’s
sober.”

“Oh.
Your oyaji’s got a drinking problem.”

Shizuka
nods. “I’d like him to stop.”

“It’s
not up to you, though. You or your ‘niisan. Just let him
drink.

“Hell,”
continues Ishitani, pulling out a bottle of sake, “you
don’t know what’s making him drown in alcohol, so you
can’t solve the problem.”

“But--*”

“Don’t
worry about it. Your haha did the smartest thing she could,
under the circumstances.”

“I
know. I also know she was happier with ‘tousan than with
her current boyfriend. This jerk says nasty things about her to his
friends while she’s in earshot. He treats her like garbage, and
I want to kick him in the teeth.

“When
I try to tell ‘kaasan, though.... ‘He’s a
good provider for us. Shinya-san doesn’t really mean half of
what he says.’ I don’t even think she loves him, though.”

“Of
course not. Shinya probably just sees her as some nice--can I be
crude?” Ishitani grins.

“Sure.”

“Thank
you. As I was saying: that asshole sees your haha as a cute
piece of ass he can fuck. You’d think he’d hire a
prostitute....

“Has
he been trying to make moves on you?” asks Ishitani darkly.

“No.
The worst he’s done is stand in the bathroom and leer at me
while I shower for school. While brushing his teeth.”

“That’s
sickening enough. And your ‘niisan’s worried about
me?”

“You’re
not exactly an angel, Yoshi-san....”

“Fair,
but I don’t go anyplace I’m not invited. Despite how I
may look, I am a true gentleman.”

“Then
why are you trying to seduce me?” asks Shizuka.

“Knowledge.
I want to impart knowledge to nubile adolescent girls...in sugar-pink
underpants.” Ishitani smirks.

Shizuka
whips around. “Ecchi!”

Ishitani
draws the girl closer, gently squeezing her buttocks. “Left
yourself wide open. Was this your big question?”

“Oh--no.
My question’s related, though.” Shizuka places her hands
on Ishitani’s chest.

“Should
I sit down?”

“Probably.”

“Join
me on the carpet.” Ishitani sits on the carpet, patting a spot
beside him. “It’s plush.”

“I’ll...sit
on the futon.” Shizuka does as promised.

“That’s
fine; I can just admire your shapely legs.”

“Please.
Let me get my question out, then you can flatter me.” Ishitani
mock-pouts at this, but lets Shizuka continue. “I just wanted
to know:

“When
was your first time? I...I’m guessing that you’re not a
virgin, so....”

“That’s
a good question, and there’s an interesting story behind it--*”
Ishitani is interrupted by a knock at his door.

“Who
could that be?” asks Shizuka. “I thought only your
brother knew you lived here.”

“Could
be your mother, wanting to tell you about another of her
coincidences.” Ishitani looks through the peephole, sighs, and
opens the door.

To
reveal...Kuwabara.

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Author’s
Notes:

It
seems Seto’s on the make...and Yuugi’s not quite happy
about it. And Tsukiyama, the math teacher, is trying to sow seeds of
doubt about Discovery.

Yet
Yuugi has stumbled onto Tsukiyama’s true goal. What will our
Game King do?

And...what
is Kuwabara’s relationship to Ishitani?

Find
out next time. For now: review. I hope you did enjoy.

:)
Stoner Sunshine :)
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