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When; March 7th, genre switch curse. Horrible backdated.
Rating; PG-13 for suggestive themes and some adult stuff. Maybe some M for a little Masaki.
Characters; Masaki needsmapquest and Renge moe_otaku
Summary; Renge turns goth for the day and attempts to seduce Masaki. Masaki doesn't handle well when women take the lead.
Log; Combat boots thudded against the pavement as Renge walked through the Square. No, she hadn't found them in a pile of garbage and been repulsed by the color and form so much that she dropped them. They were on her feet. Her usual sunny yellow dress was absent, and in its place were baggy, black pants. A pair of handcuffs crossed the zipper to link the two belt loops on either side, and dangling chains made lovely jingling noises as she walked. Her arms seemed so much more slender when accentuated by the fishnet, and the ripped black shirt hung from her shoulders and chest as though in perpetual danger of falling off. Above the studded leather collar around her neck was a face filled with apathy. her lips were a pout lined in black, a match to her eyes. Only one thing didn't fit the image: Her thick, lucious hair. Mostly because it was blonde, even if only dirty blonde. It needed to be black, with hot pink streaks... yes, that would be perfect.

Her lips didn't even twitch with the smile in her thoughts. The thought of perfecting the image really pleased her, but she wouldn't let that show in her face. Poised, cool, and collected, on this day Renge would not be the spaztic little girl she usually is. Sure, on any other day she'd think this was hideous. So much black, no creativity... But not today. Today, this was the unique way to express that she was as much an adult as any of them. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. The first puff hurt, but hey, as long as she looked cool, whatever. Her eyes casually glanced across the signs as they passed, searching out the one that said "Salon."

Masaki found himself lost in the city once again. It was frighting though. Everywhere he looked, there was someone he knew acting off their rockers. While he was desperately looking around from some kind of landmark, he saw her. That girl of his dreams, Renge-chan. He let a soft sigh escape just to humor himself. But wow, she looked odd. She must be off her rocker too. Oh well, Masaki didn't care. Anytime was a good time to spend with Renge-chan!

"Renge-chaaaaan~! Whatcha doin' today?!"

Masaki-kun... She reacted with an air of superiority mixed with apathy to his call. His conduct was so childish. But then, she really did find him so attractive; something about his bumbling ways and explosive energy was alluring. She puffed out some smoke, holding the cigarette gently between her fingers, hoping she looked cool.

"Dying my hair." She turned and looked at him very directly, without a smile. "The blonde really doesn't go with my image. Don't you think black and pink would be better suited?"

Masaki rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I like whatever suits Renge-chan the best. But..." Masaki stopped. He reached his hand out and smashed the end of the cigarette between his finger and thumb. It burned, but he'd get over it. "No smoking on the bridge. Captain's orders." He smiled, hoping she wouldn't be to mad.

Oh, she was mad. In her head, she was screaming at him. But she was all cool exterior today. "Ch. Whatever."

His oblivious way of acting was so cute. Something stirred deep within her as she looked him, partly infuriated, but partly admiring his apparent courage. After all, most knew not to anger Renge, or suffer a burst eardrum. Maybe it was just ignorance, but she liked to think he was daring. Perhaps she could put off the hair dye for a little game. "Cigarettes are expensive though~ Can you think of a good way to repay me?" She leered at him, curious of his reaction.

Masaki lost himself in thought once again but let loose with the first things that came to mind. "Hah! Let's go a date!" He desperately looked around, hoping someplace was nearby so he wouldn't embarrass himself by getting lost. There it was!

"Let's enjoy some coffee together at this coffee shop." He pointed down the street a little. He desperately hoped she would agree. He'd been already sorta scared of her actions today already. Anything else and he might be utterly frightened.

There was only a slight twinge of disappointment in Renge's eyes. She was hoping for something more interesting... but who knows what a coffee shop could hold in store. That could be even more fun in the end.

"Hm, a date sounds good enough I guess." She stepped forward ahead of him and started walking towards the coffee shop. She shot a glance back at him with fake irritation. "Well, what are you standing there for, let's go."

Masaki jogged up beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. "So, what's up with the get up today? I mean, I've seen other people wear this stuff all the time. Did you have some kinda life changing experience?"

Something in Renge's head protested loudly as soon as he asked the questions. Something was trying to tell her that where she was, what she looked like, what was in her head to do, that all of this was very, very wrong.

But she ignored it, and let her arm snake around Masaki's waist, hand sliding down his butt. "Not that I know of. Just woke up and decided that today, I would be a badass." That last reply was casual and light, as though "being a badass" was as drastic a change as painting one's nails pink instead of purple.

His eyebrow raised, content with ignoring where her hand was. "You decided to look bad ass? Mmmm, you're missing something. A visor to cover your face." Of course, he was referring to Akito Tenkawa, who's visor turned him from a wimp to someone that had potential to be awesome, in his opinion. But then again, who knew?

When they reached the cafe, he opened the door for Renge to let her in.

She immediately removed her arm from around him at his words. Cover her face?? What was he implying? But she didn't let her anger show on her face. Cool, calm exterior would be all for today.

She walked in without even looking at Masaki, fuming on the inside. She stepped up to the counter to order and glanced back at him. "You're paying right?" Without waiting for an answer, she ordered her favorite drink, the chai frappucino, with extra whipped cream.

He scratched the back of his head and had a ashamed smile plastered across his face. "Heh. Of course I'll pay." He quickly ordered something absolutely off the wall that he's never had before. An iced coffee. It sounded so odd but he wanted to give it a try. He grabbed a table for Renge and himself, letting her sit before he took a seat. At that point, he finally took notice. She was dressed in a way that could potentially reveal everything on the top half of her body. Masaki's face went red at the thought.

"Uhhh, Renge-chan. W-w-why are you dressed so....hot today?"

Renge's lips turned upward into a smile for the first time today at his blush and comment. This was her kind of game.

She scooted her chair closer to his so that their legs touched, and sat with her arms pushing her breasts together to create a lot of cleavage very visible in the loose-fitting shirt. She looked up at him with an innocent face and merely asked "What do you mean, Masaki-kun~?" as the shirt fell off one shoulder.

Masaki's face lit up like a red light bulb, almost looking like it gave off a glow. His eyes were wide opened as he stared. He tried to advert his gaze but couldn't. "T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-That!" He stammered nervously. He knew he sucked at these kind of situations. One side of his brain wanted to put her shirt back on her arm but the other wanted to stare pervertedly. Since he was out of his wits because of her actions, the latter part of his brain easily did what it could, leaving him staring with a bright blush on his face.

It took a tremendous amount of concentration not to either laugh at him or stick his hands places they probably wouldn't go otherwise right now. "Why Masaki-kun, your face is so red! Do you have a fever?" She leaned into him and put on hand on his cheek. "My maid taught me that lips can tell a fever better than the back of one's hand can." She kissed his forehead and pulled back with a frown. "No fever there. I wonder if you're warmer here," she mumbled as she moved down past his ear to kiss his neck. Her hand also moved down, coming to rest just below his abs, thumb hooked on his pants and fingers lightly resting in a very dangerous place.

He watched as her hand dropped dangerously low on his body. His back went straight in surprise. "R-R-Renge-chan. N-N-No fever at all. None." Then his voice dropped to a whisper, not wanting to attract any more attention. "B-B-B-Besides. This is a public place. You can't do that here!" He grabbed her hand that was on his pants, hopefully to get her to stop. He knew something was wrong with her and if this went any further, he was going to get accused of something he never did. He had to stop it!

She rested her chin on his shoulder and pursed her lips, pouting slightly at his attempts to stop her. It only made it more fun that there were so many people around. She absently moved her hand, pressed underneath his as it was, as she looked around to consider a new tactic. Her eyes glanced over the single-person restroom, and she smiled.

"Well~ if you don't want me doing things like this," she punctuated her statement by nipping his ear and moving her hand a little more forcefully, "in public, then do you want to move this into the bathroom over there~? You can act like you're walking towards the boys' and turn at the last second~."

Haaachaaa~. It seemed all she could do today was turn him on. But NO! Masaki steeled himself. I must remain steadfast! But then again....

He sighed, his brain still fighting. Purity of Renge-chan or pleasure. What should it be? The only thing he could seriously manage in reply was to put his hand on his forehead. That brought an idea to his mind though. Maybe he could use whatever little wits he had to get him out of this situation. Think, think. What would others do. Images of his friends passed by until Irm came to his mind. Hmmm. If she wanted to seduce him maybe he should try harder back! "Renge-chan. I think maybe I'd be perfectly fine right here." He gave her a small smile and moved his face close to hers.

Suspicion flitted through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it to take advantage of what was offered. She wrapped one leg around him and moved her hand up to the back of his head, where she laced her fingers in her hair and pulled his head closer to her. Her lips pressed against his, tongue working hard to get more.

Fufufufufu. Just as planned Masaki thought. He was really lying to himself about plans but whatever. He brought his arms around her, letting himself press up against her. He opened his lips, accepting her tongue. He relaxed his body and mentally steeled himself again, hoping to not go to far.

She kissed him passionately, reveling in what seemed like a victory. Yet as her body moved against his, she realized that there were a few things she wouldn't do in such a public place. No matter; no one could see what her hand did if it was below the level of the table.

She moved her leg to wrap it around just one of his legs, and her hand moved down once more to fumble with the button and zipper to his pants. The opposite hand took over the spot at the back of his head, keeping their lips pressed together tight in their deep kiss.

Masaki continued to return her kiss. Slowly but surely, the pervert inside of him was beginning to take over. He still had once last hope before he toppled over the edge but his mind couldn't find it amongst the love (?) that was in the air.

Did he still wish to keep her purity? He had only now to choose. What was worth more to him? What was his long term goals compared to his short term goals. Finally, an idea came over his mind. He put his hands on either side of Renge's face. He grabbed her cheeks between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled.

"Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh." He said, trying to make a silly noise.

Renge couldn't take that sort of insult. She would get what she was aiming for, and his antics would not stop her. They would not.

She slapped away his hands and pulled him off the chair to pin him against the wall, kissing him again. Her hand finally worked the button open, and started on the zipper. Her shirt tore a little lower, making a ripping sound as her hand caught it and she pulled the wrong way.

"Here or the bathroom, right now I don't give a fuck," she hissed in his ear before biting at it a trifle viciously.

A resigned sigh escaped the hotblooded teen's lips. He knew he was going to regret it later but she didn't offer him much of a choice. He pointed to the side.

"The bathroom please. It would be oh so embarrassing right here in public."

"Fine." She pulled away enough to push him towards the door, and then walked ahead of him to open it and pull him in. No show of going to separate bathrooms, no dignified facade. She was done with that game.

Now it was time for a new one. She closed the door and locked it, turning to the slightly disheveled boy she was so ready to simply take.