for once a kattun fanfic..

Title: 4th Avenue Cafe
Pairing: Tanaka Koki X OC
Genre: AU, fluff than turns into mwahaha~
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t these boys… I wish I did though…
Summary: Aoi works in a coffee shop and Koki is a stalker…well..a little bit of a stalker..
A/N: anou~ this is for boots-imouto, note..since i am pressed for time..some parts are just edited from the original text..i don't like doing that (plagiarism) but then again for the sake of sticking to the original storyline and character references i have changed very little..mah..ok a little bit then...

Aoi was staring at the cream-tiled floor, another endless tirade from the old hag that was her Ojou-sama.   He pretty face almost in tears as her hands grasped the edge of her blue cafe apron.  Aoi's head bowed mutely as she let the anger of the manager rose and fell like waves, it was the second outburst today when the girl failed to clear up a table in time for another customer.

Koki watches the old woman walked away and thinking painfully why there are still evil people in the world, why they find enjoyment in upsetting other people. his attention goes back to the poor young woman, he lovely raven black hair parted to one side and her bangs kept in place with a pretty glittery purple hairpin.  Koki stares intently and feels a sudden pain t the pit of his stomach when he realizes that the girl's eyes were already brimming with tears. He feels his chest tighten when the girl gulped and blinked them back.  Koki looks away slightly irritated, sighing in frustration.  Finishes his coffee, grabs his camera and takes his leave.

~**~

Koki puffs out another cloud of smoke, leaning on the post of the bus stop sign. He silently cleans the lens of is camera with the hem of his shirt until another figure stands beside him.  From his peripheral view, the figure seemed familiar so he looks up and finally sees a familiar face. The young woman looks at him before turning her eyes back onto the empty street.

“Oh, it’s you…” Koki smiled and straightens up, the young woman giving him a second look. “This morning, in the coffee shop.” Koki says further when she just blinked at him.

“Ahh..y-you were there?” Her eyes widen and turns to Koki with full attention. ”Anou~ Sumimasen deshita for the commotion a while ago.” her face fell, bowing a little.

“Eh? You don’t have to apologize to me.” Koki briefly waves for her to stop. “I bet… you were just deep in thought a while ago, deshou?”  He says non-chalantly drops his cigarette on the sidewalk, stepping on it until the light died out.

“Iie… Just really clumsy.” She giggles softly, shy of the admission.

Soon the bus arrives and they make their way inside. The lovely young woman sits by the window.  Koki follows her and hesitates for a moment. “Do you mind?” he asks.  She just shakes her head, Koki makes himself comfortable beside her.

“Douzo.” Koki takes out a white handkerchief from his left pocket and offers it to the woman beside him.

“Sir?” she asks in confusion of the man’s actions.

“You don’t have to call me ‘Sir’. My name is Tanaka Koki.” He tells her with a smile.

“But you’re a customer.” She turns her gaze to her hands folded on her lap..

“When we’re in the coffee shop, yes. But now we are not. You know, you are too polite and too kind, that’s why some sadistic people take advantage.” Koki then places his hanky on the other’s open palm. “Douzo.” He smiles kindly before transferring on a seat three rows behind the woman.

Aoi looks out the window, unfolds the hanky before letting her tears meet the piece of cloth, flowing freely as the bus drove into the inner parts of Shibuya.

~**~

The next morning, Koki sits quietly on his usual spot, spreading pictures taken from the day before as he waits for his order.

“Here’s your caramel cappuccino, Sir.” 

Koki smiles at that familiar voice, now more cheerful than yesterday. He looks up to see a matching smiling face.

“Seems like you slept well last night.”

“I did, Sir. I feel better now. And thanks for this. I must admit that it helped.” The girl fishes out the white hanky from the pocket of her blue apron and rests it on a space at the corner of the table. “Don’t worry, I washed it already. Thanks again.” She bows timidly one last time, before turning to leave.
 
“You are most welcome, Serumeno-chan.” Koki acknowledges and Aoi froze, turning back at him.

“I don’t remember giving you my name, Sir.”

“Oh… Your nameplate just told me.” Koki smiles proudly. Aoi looks at her uniform  of the frilly long-sleeved blouse, black mini skirt, blue apron and finds her metal nameplate pinned on her left chest that bore her name, Serumeno Aoi. She blinks, thinking if she could get any more stupid.

“Ahh sou.. anou... I have to go back to work.” She finally excuses herself, embarassed at the situation. Koki watches her retreating figure and mentally slaps himself for thinking that Aoi's waist seems to curve down to her rear ever so temptingly.

~**~

That same evening, Koki patiently waited at the bus stop until Aoi got off work.

“You’re here again?” Aoi asked as she reached the bus stop.

“I regularly take the bus.” Koki explaines plainly.

“I do too, Sir. But it was only yesterday that I saw you here. I’ve been taking the bus for a year now.”

“I said Koki is fine Serumeno-chan.” Koki corrects her and the girl quirks her lips in hesitation.

“Well then, Aoi would be fine too, Koki-kun.”

“Aoi… I like that better. Going back, Aoi-chan, I just had a change in my workshift. That’s why you haven’t seen me in the past. I used to take the morning bus.”

“Sou ka…” Aoi nods before curiosity takes over. “Where do you work, Koki-kun?”

“Over that building.” Koki nod his head towards a high-rise establishment with a sign saying:  TOP READS PUBLICATIONS.

“Uwaaah… you belong to the highest-selling magazine publication?” Aoi can’t help but stare at him. The man looks so simple to be working in such a company. “Ah!” he suddenly exclaims with excitement. “You’re a photographer there!”

“Well, not really. Actually, I work as a graphics artist.”

“Oh…” Aoi frowns at his misinterpretation. “So what’s with that camera then?”

“This?” Koki raises his camera a bit. “Ah, well actually, this is just more of my hobby… out of passion… I guess. Don’t tell me you’ve mistaken me as a professional.”

Aoi pouts and Koki laughs slightly at the other’s expression. “Aoi, that face was just adorable.” Koki remarks but the honking of the coming is too loud so Aoi barely hears anything from what Koki said.

~**~

Eventually, things become a habit. Koki’s morning coffee is always served with a sweet smile and his photos of the most random things always get words of praise from a guy who seems to be easily amused with the simplest of things. And he decides that one Nakamaru Yuichi is enough to complete his day.

During evenings, Aoi gets off from work and Koki is there waiting for him at the bus stop. They ride the bus together and Koki tells him of the silly stuff that happen in his workplace and Aoi laughs like there is no tomorrow.

“You are really funny, Koki-kun.” Maru tells him one time as he brings up his dainty hands to massage his tired jaws and cheeks.

“If that’s what you think then I’m glad that I am because you’re really cute when you laugh like that.” Koki admits and instantly, three other people in the almost empty bus look at them in horror.

Aoi blushes madly and thinks that she should’ve just kept her mouth shut while Koki is still pondering if he said it out too loud.

~**~

When Aoi got a couple of days off from work, Koki is not quite sure why he decided to skip work too. He called his boss and lied about being sick just to take Aoi out to ‘fun’ places which happen to be the usual dating spots for lovers. And Koki is even more confused why he dragged Aoi  to such places. But his confusion gets replaced with undeniable anxiety when Aoi ’s hands brush against his as they walk side by side in the public park.

Unfortunately, the weather spoiled the ‘fun’. They return earlier than planned and Koki asks Aoi  to just stay in his place instead of battling the heavy rain alone on her way home. When Aoi  agrees, Koki is more than happy.

From the bus stop, they take a dead run to Koki’s apartment. If it’s not as heavy as it is, Koki could’ve liked the idea of holding Aoi ’s hand under the rain but it’s the kind of rain that could get someone sick so Koki abandons the thought and saves the romantic idea for a more appropriate time.

Dripping clothes were hung to dry and Aoi ’s laughter fills the kitchen as she makes fun of herself… of how she looks in Koki’s baggy clothes and that another person can still fit in it. Koki laughs in much amusement as he rummages his fridge for anything they can eat. Curse the damn weather. Koki initially planned to take Aoi to a friend’s place for dinner but it would be shameful to enter a fine-dining restaurant with them looking like wet puppies. Soon,Aoi finds a pack of pasta in the cupboard and they end up eating tuna spaghetti in pesto sauce.

“You’re a good cook.” Koki compliments him after the hearty meal.

“I’m good at a lot of other stuff aside from making coffee.” Aoi emphasizes as she cleans the dishes, feeling that Koki was eyeing her from behind.

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Koki smirks.

~**~

They stayed in the living room after dinner, Aoi still unable to get over the shirt thing. They both laugh for a while until they run out funny things to laugh about and a very awkward silence takes over.

Aoi suddenly feels a chill run down her back, making her shiver. Koki noticed, rushing to his room, coming back with a thick blanket in hand. He sits dangerously close to Aoi and wraps the blanket over the young woman's shoulders. Aoi looks up at him in an almost painful way and Koki thinks she might melt. There is confusion deep in Aoi ’s heart that is dying to be answered.

“Koki…” Aoi  inhales, gathering the courage she has. After months of being around each other, possibly being way too close than normal friends do and maybe even dating exclusively… or maybe just for Aoi, things remained undefined and unofficial so Aoi  thinks that everything has to be cleared NOW.

“Koki… what… what are we?” she finally asks managing not to stutter or jumble the words.

Koki stays silent as he keeps his eyes on Aoi .  Yet, he doesn’t know how to say it. He was never good in verbalizing his feelings. Not even today. But he fears of losing this someone staring right at him now. So he just decides to put in actions.

Koki leans in closer, letting his hand slip under the base of Aoi ’s neck. Aoi closes her eyes in anticipation and soon Koki’s tongue was delving in her mouth. She felt himself being pressed down the couch. Aoi opens her eyes; the fear might be showing because Koki seems to understand.

“Do you mind?” Koki asks, a hand moving down to cup her butt and it is all but implied. The young woman shakes her head and closes her glazed eyes again before surrendering to Koki’s touch.  Her soft whimper enough to ignite the fire even further.  The baggy clothes now scattered all over the living room sofa and the low table nearby.  The graphics artist, creating his own image of how their love was to be shared.  He slowly let his hands roam her smooth skin, her pulse quickened at the softes touch.  Aoi was new to this yet it all seemed so right, making her nerves tingle so explicitly delicious that she wouldn't have had the courage to stop Koki even if she wanted to.  But what was the point in that?  She wanted this, his love.  She let her hands roam his skin slowly raking her nails down his back.  A wild, agonized groan coming from Koki, breaking away from the kiss.  Aoi trembled underneath him as Koki breathed her name before letting his lips explore every patch of exposed skin.  It was insanity not to want more than what he could give now. 

Koki could no longer restrain himself when her hands gripped him snugly, tentatively playing with it.  The groan became a loud cry, it was a good thing that the loud pounding of the rain outside muffled it.  Aoi was surprised that she almost let go but Koki took over her hand, releasing his urgency from her grasp.

"Aoi.."  his eyes asked the question.

"Please.. Koki..." her arms wrapped around his neck as he let him sink into her warmth.  And the dance of love started, slowly and sensuously he slips his length into her over and over.  The molten lava pushing itself up to the limits.  Koki picks up the pace as the loud pouring of the rain outside overpowers Aoi’s moans. Soon, the heat overflows and Aoi screams in a surprising high pitch as her toes curl with Koki’s final thrust. Heavy breaths as their peaks subsided for the last tremors. They lay spent on the couch, keeping each other warm from the cold rainy night.

~**~

The next morning, Aoi opens her eyes and gets greeted by the constant rise and fall of Koki’s chest. She untangles herself from Koki’s embrace and rolls off the couch. She puts Koki’s oversized shirt back on and wanders around the apartment. Enters Koki’s room to have a look and gets a pleasant surprise with what’s inside.

Stuck on the walls of Koki’s room are their pictures, though mostly of herself which were definitely stolen shots. Photos of her while he was cleaning in the shop, while serving to other customers, while laughing with his colleagues.  Photos of Aoi while sleeping peacefully in the bus, even the different profiles of her face. All taken magnificently, he even thinks if Photoshop has something to do with them.

She looks at how all the photos covered the walls artistically and then starts to realize why Koki is not so good with words. Emotions were all found in his photos, enough for her to know that it’s love. Almost in tears when a pair of familiar arms wraped around her waist.

“Don’t get mad. I wasn’t stalking. Promise…” Koki whispers softly in her ear turning the woman to face him.

Aoi gives him a good morning kiss before smiling sweetly. “I don’t mind Koki. I don’t mind.” 

END

yosh!! i'm sleepy, dizzy and i was staring at your niichan all night just to make this ne..hope you do like it..wo0o0!!
ero-hime signing-off! n_n