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Gos part one.
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By Felipe.


Friday night.

Club Tatou.

Sensory overload.

TDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDS...

Trusty mini digital camera in hand, I attempt to navigate across the sardine packed dance floor as the deafening trance beat threatened to liquify my ear drums. Kogyaru "Amuro"-style to my left, black faced ganguro complete with ten inch platforms to my right, it seemed the Shibuya fashion tribes were out in full dress uniform tonight. The brazilian DJ, who looked so strung out on ectasy that his eyeballs were popping out of his head, was furiously mixing as fast as his chemically enhanced reflexes would allow him.

So what am I doing at a place like this? Me, Hikaru Gosunkugi, voodoo master and baggy eyed freak of Furinkan High. Well, why do I always have these bags under my eyes? I love the clubbing scene. The Tokyo clubs are probably the best in the world. Ever heard of a place in the city called Shibuya? Used to be a broke down industrial neighbourhood a couple of decades ago. A real dump. These days its the teen mecca, fashion, style and trend center of Tokyo, probably of all Japan. Yep, its my regular haunt , amateur photographer's paradise. High on the upskirt shot potential, what with all those high school, uniformed enjo-kosai girls running around.

But that's common knowledge, isn't it? Me and my photo fetish. But don't get me wrong, I'm not like Kuno-san. I prefer taking the photos. Wait for that perfect kodak moment. See, you don't look for a good shot. It comes to you, totally spontaneous and candid, capturing the spirit of that fucking moment. That's why I always carry around my kawaii little Digi-Cam on my frequent excursions into kogal central.

And so here I am, making my way across the writhing mass of bodies, trying to get to the bar to score a decent drink before I pass out from the heat. You probably won't recognize me right now. Not with the fudged up, crimped hairstyle, astroboy shirt, flared girl jeans and platform japtech runners. Funny how the way you dress and carry yourself makes so much difference in the way people look at you. At school I might as well be invisible. No one bothers to notice little Hikaru, snivelling and creepy looking. But here, I could feel the eyes on me. The guys sizing me up while the gals looking me carefully up and down. Making sure I've got the right clothes, attitude and dough before they make their special move. Where'd I get the money for this? Well, let's just say Ms. Tendo knows quality photography when she sees it and she is after all, an astute business woman.

Ah, the bar at last. "Hey man, gimme a Sub Zero Cherry.", I shout through the din, a few inches away from the bar-tender's face. I repeat my order when he signals back that he didn't hear the first time. A feminine drink for a pretending-to-be-feminine guy. Girls these days sure love their "bishonen", which is another word for "pretty boy", or more accurately "feminine lad". Teenage Japanese society had embraced this concept so much with open arms, that it turned into a culture by itself. I know a lot of guys from school getting the whole treatment. Chapatsu, plucked eyebrows, shit , even makeup. All for the sake of getting pussy. School authorities don't like it that much, but what can they do if almost half of the student body is into the shit. I honestly don't know what the girls find so attractive about a guy trying to look like "that" kind of kawaii, hell I don't care, but I've seen it work! So I decided to get a piece of the action, and that, I guess, explains my current get up right now. Certainly wouldn't help my cause if I didn't keep up with the latest threads, certainly not in a fine establishment such as this.

How do I know all about this shit? I owe it all to my ability to listen, learn, observe and absorb effectively, which in my opinion are personal qualities missing from the overwhelming majority of Nerima's population. Hey, a guy like me, no close friends, no extracurricular activities, I've got lots of time on my hands. So I do what I do best, I eavesdrop and I take photos. Very candid photos. That's the main advantage of being ignored most the time. You're able to melt into the background and people would do things, say things around you that they wouldn't dare do or say around others.

What do I know? I know shit that'll make Nabiki's toes curl. I know Kuno's a lot more dangerous and crazy than what everyone seems to think. I also know his sister's a hammer junkie and on her way to rehab. I know Ranma and Akane are fucking. I know Yuka and Sayuri are really GOOD friends. I know Miss Hinako keeps a fucking massive dong in her office. I also know that she doesn't use it just on her adult form. The list goes on and on...

Taking a swig and pulling out a menthol, I was about to light up when...

"Hi there. *hic*"

Ah, the Gods are so nice to me. Teetering platforms, gray streaks, honey-caramel colored foundation, mini-mini showing off half her ass, green tinted contacts, crooked smile, looking at me like I was a hanging side of beef... what the?

"Gos? Goshun... Goshunkugi, is that you? *hic*"

Oh, fuck. What the hell is Nabiki doing here? And why does she look like a yamanba? A hot, long legged, very fuckable yamanba.

I reach up and run my fingers lightly along her hair. The gray fudge comes off and smears on the palm of my hand.

"How much of this crap do you put in your hair?"

To my surprise, instead of having horror printed on her face ,like I was expecting, Nabiki was giving me an appraising look. Seeing me in a whole new light, it seemed. And liking what she sees.

"Nishe *hic* clothesh! Where d'ya *hic* shcore them offff?"

I also notice the almost empty, two liter shaker she was cradling reverently in her arms, the distinct leaning to one side, the half lidded eyes, the do-i-give-a-fuck expression on her face and the unmistakably sweet, oh-so-sweet Kahlua breath.

This is going to be MY night.

That perfect kodak moment just came. Hehehehehehehe...

"Hahahahahahaha..."

"Wutzo *hic* funny?", Nabiki purrs into my ear.

"Nothing, nothing.", I chuckle softly. Who am I to look a gift horse in the fucking mouth? "What're you doing here anyway? You've never struck me as the clubbing type, Nabiki-SAN."  I asked while blowing a plume of menthol smoke into her face.

"...should be ashking you that *hic* question." Tilting her head back, Nabiki drains off what was left of her brew then mournfully looks down into the empty shaker. "I alsho enjoy *hic* spending money, ya know *hic*. Not jush makin' it."

Could have fooled me, biyatch.

"Buy us a drink Gos! I'm, after all *hic* yer boss!"

"Heh. I'm off duty, chief. It ain't school hours."

"Aw, cooome ooonnn Gos!", she softly whines in a way that make me want to cream my pants right there and then.

You asked for it Nabiki. "You reckon you can keep up with me?", I inquire.

Nabiki licks her lips then nods with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"Cuz' I'm not buying if ya can't, honey."

"Two double scotches, on the rocks.", Nabiki hiccups into the bartender's ear. Turning to me, she smirks drunkenly. "What were ya *hic* shaying."

Heh. "I think you've got some admirers.", I point towards a group of Larc~En~Ciel lookalikes, who were practically drooling at the sight of so much leg and ass that Nabiki was putting on display.

Who would've known that old Nabs is such a fucking tease. She dips her finger into the whiskey, coyly turns around, places her finger into her mouth then slowly pulls it out towards their direction. She then starts bouncing lightly to the speedball beat of the music.

Gods, the look on their freaking faces.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my "magic potion". While Nabiki's preoccupied with her public charity show, I pour a little something, something into her drink. I guarantee this'll be a night to remember.

"Here, drink up. I've already finished mine.", grabbing my whiskey, I hurriedly make a show out of pouring the entire drink down my throat.

Nabiki blows one last kiss to her captive audience. "Gimme, gimme!"

I watch in morbid fascination as she tilts her head back and sucks down all the brew in one go. Sure half of it was dribbling down her top and between her tits, but I was impressed nonetheless. With some difficulty she finishes it off like a good little girl.

"Smile, honey!"

Letting out a little gasp, Nabiki turns sluggishly towards Mr. Digi-Cam and gives me a smile that was positively garish.

*CLICK*

Ding. Ding. Ding.

As soon as the cocktail of alcohol and chemicals hit her brain, she was down for the fucking count. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, Nabiki lets loose a cackle remeniscent of a certain gymnast and envelopes me in her wonderfully toned arms.

"Heeheeeheeeheeehehohohohhahahaheheheee."

Hmm. Looks like its time to go. I look directly into her eyes and hold her in my gaze for a few moments. "Nabiki, do you want to go?" I ask slowly and carefully.

Nabs looks like she just kissed the sky. "...ummmm... o-kay..."

"Do you want me to come with you, Nabiki?"

She smiles at me like a half dead fish. "...uuuhh... yeah..."

"Are you sure, Nabiki?"

"...yeah."

"Okay. If you insist." I put an arm around her shoulders then hoist her to her feet. Somehow we manage to stagger out of the club and into a cool summer night.

I'm so lucky. I gotta cousin living on her own. She has frequent overseas business trips. She leaves me the keys to her apartment.

Time to get this show on the road.


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*CLICK*

*CLICK*

*CLICK*

"Nabiki... Nabiki, take your top off."

"mmmkay."

*CLICK*

*CLICK*

"Very good. Your such a good little girl! Goooood little girl!"

*CLICK*

"Who's your daddy, Nabiki? Who's your daddy?"

"heeeeheehee... your my daddy! Gos!"

"Yes, that's right, isn't it little hey-hey. Gos is yer daddy! Now, now daddy wants little hey-hey to take her panties off. Can you do that for daddy, baby?"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

Sure enough, Nabiki takes her knickers off and stands there in front like a ten year old with a finger in her mouth. Nice bush.

I put the camera on automatic.

*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*

I hand Nabiki a cute stuffed teddy bear.

"Now, Mr. Bear's hungry. He hasn't eaten all day. He wants little hey-hey to feed him. Can you feed him little hey-hey."

Nabiki tenderly takes the stuffed animal into her hands. She regards Mr. Bear sadly. "I don't have any food to give you Mr. Bear." she mournfully says, genuinely concerned about Mr. Bear's welfare. Suddenly she grins crazily, obviously getting an idea. "Ahhh, but you can eat thiiis!"

To my fucking disbelief, Nabiki lays down on the bed, spreads her legs and mashes Mr. Bear's face where the sun don't shine. I almost drop my precious camera in utter shock. "Holy SHIT!"

*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*ZZZZZZZT...

Sigh. Outta film. All good things must eventually come to an end.

"Looks like our times up little hey-hey. Its time for you to go home. It's late and your sisters'll start to worry."

"Awwww!", still under the influence, Nabiki whines but obediently starts to put her clothes back on.

"Now, I don't want you to stop anywhere or talk to strangers. I want you to go straight home. Straight home, do you understand little hey-hey?"

"Yeeeeaah.", she replies in the kawaii-est little girl voice.

"That's a good girl. Now hurry, I think its going rain soon. Bye."

"Bai-bai."

I grab her panties from the bed and stuff it down the front of her top before she walks out the door.

"Bye-bye little hey-hey!"

Little bitch.

Hehehe.

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end Gos part one.




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