[Echizen] Boys Like Girls [Ryoga] 3

Promise I’ll be kind…

His fingers unfurled and released the yellow tennis ball onto the canvas of cloudless blue and glittering golden sun.

The camera in her hands was at the ready, focused solely on him.

His knees bent low and his upper torso tilted backward in a certain angle with his dominant hand gripping his racket firmly, lying in wait and matching the position of his torso. The muscles throughout his body quaked, lusting for purely unrestrained action and his opposite hand which had previously thrown the round object into the air, still remained pointing skyward. The thrilling excitement and adrenaline pumped into his bloodstream filled him with a wonderful high as if he was drugged.

She licked her dry chapped lips, her eyes sparkled concentration and even, admiration at the sight before her.

The heat wrapped itself upon his skin like a serpent and the hanging ball of light’s glare did not distract him in the slightest. Hazel eyes narrowed as gravity pulled the ball back to earth.

“Here it comes,” she ponders briefly to herself, her fingers aching to immediately press the button and collect every moment of his unique beauty.

The young male drew back his body even further and waited for the perfect moment to strike.

He was her perfect muse.

Theme: #8 – Mischievous Photographer

Song Inspiration: Paparazzi – Lady Gaga

Yukari spat out, “You want me to what?!”

Her senior female mentor, Hiroto-sensei wondered out loud, “Your muse has an exceptional aesthetically built body. All I’m saying is that I want to see him in a different kind of light, in a more personal one.”

It was dark and the air was stuffy with the scent of disgustingly putrid body odor and school gym uniforms that smelled of musty old cheese. Yukari was gagging, feeling the strange heaving sensation within her stomach and the sour bile rising up in her throat like a volcano about to erupt. She had to stay quiet and stay conscious long enough so that she could complete her risky mission.

Her lips were gaping to protest but she could not find the words, her cheeks flushed and Yukari attempted to just do something, almost anything to object to her teacher’s wishes!

“This assignment shouldn’t be too hard for you,” Hiroto-sensei then took norice of Yukari’s paste complexion; “you are in an intimate relationship with Echizen-kun, aren’t you?”

She wanted to scream right then, just thinking about her own horrible predicament was bad enough but knowing that she was presently in a position where she could be publicly humiliated at any given moment.

Gosh, she wished she could just die on the spot!

Hiroto-sensei leaned in to stare at Yukari, eye to eye, “I’m afraid you won’t be given a full mark this term, since you are incapable of doing such an uncomplicated menial task. I was hoping you would, Tokugawa-san.”

“Damn that old bat!” Yukari shrieked mentally.

A door was unlocked and she peeked through the crack of the shield before her, hiding her from her “easy and boring” obligation.

She, Tokugawa Yukari had basically degraded herself into a ‘perverted stalker’ hiding inside one of the empty lockers inside of the boys’ locker room, waiting to get ‘natural’ pictures of Echizen Ryoga, all in the name of maintaining her perfect straight A’s record in her photography class.

His bronzed hands snaked under his thin cotton gym shirt and pulled the cloth over his sweaty brow, revealing his upper torso to Yukari. The matured muscles underneath his flesh had contracted as he removed the piece of clothing off his skin.

Heat flooded into her cheeks at the sight of his smooth bare skin, slicked with sweat after his physical exercising regiments. His tresses of dark sea green stuck to his forehead and hung over his half lidded hazel eyes. He grabbed a towel from the shelf in his locker and wiped himself dry. The towel passed down the side of his face, across his neck and ran up and down his torso.

Her mind was in a light haze until she remembered why she was even inside ofa dirty stinky locker a few feet away from that handsome jerk. Her hand dug into her pocket where she drew out a small digital camera and she leaned out towards him, but was careful enough to keep her distance.

The lenses clicked silently after every shot, capturing his stricking physical features and alluring anatomy. Her index finger took time to press the button and her hands reached out and angled the camera to allow different dimensions.

Yukari knew that Ryoga was a gorgeous athlete and yet, seeing him like this in a more revealing state, just proved that fact alone. It was as if her heart just stopped beating completely and she was left breathless just staring at him. He was a…

“But with teardrops I cry, it don’t have a price. Loving you is cherry pie; cause you know that baby I--”

His body twitched at the sound and Yukari felt as if she was plummeting down toward her demise.

Shit! She forgot to close off her cell phone!

She choked and all the unapparent sounds hidden in the tense silence were magnified a hundred fold in her ears. Her heart thudded against her chest and ribs, she felt like she was going to burst. She quietly backed away from the door and tried to make herself small.

She was so dead!

Cautiously, Ryoga turned to stare in Yukari’s direction and slowly approached. Helooked insideevery locker door to find them empty and continued down the row. The music stopped all of a sudden and he had finally reached the last locker.

Yukari flinched to see his figure before her door, shutting her eyes tightly and holding her breath, “Go away. Go away. There’s nothing here, just leave.”

His hand reached out and his fingers brushed against the metal door, about to pull it open.

…But I won’t stop until that boy is mine.

To be continued.