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Chapter 1: Introduction I

Snapping his emerald green eyes open, the young boy attempted to blink away the fog in his memory and the pain, albeit mild, coursing through his body. Once adjusted to the streaming light incoming from his right, he noticed the dull white of his ceiling. Puzzled, he shifted his head to the right noticing cream-coloured blinds that did little to obscure the uncomfortably bright light and the cool blowing wind that occasionally swept his hair.

Mid-morning, maybe. Musing, the pink-haired youth finally gazed downwards from his inclined position, to the dull slightly throbbing pain that he had tried to previously ignore. His face, however, showed no surprise nor recall of why his forearms were wrapped in a thick white plaster. He noticed the baggy, black polka dotted on white fabric, that reached just at his knees. Returning his gaze upwards, he stared at his fingers jutting out of the foreign material and upon flexing them, his face finally showed a grimace as pain shot up his arms forcing him to throw his head back onto the fluffy pillow in an exaggerated motion. Finally, feeling the pain fade, he tacitly chose to avoid any movement or at least limit it to his uninjured body parts.

Rising again, he took in the dull, boring even, white of the room. He noticed a cream white table to his left, just by the bed, with a plain vase of bright yellow flowers.

Finally, some colour. He appreciated the sunflowers and internally thanked whoever had placed them there, serving to mildly lift the drab feeling of the room. Adjacent to the vase was a glass and a lidded jug of water. Noticing the clear water, the boy oddly felt his throat dry up, begging for a glassful, as if waiting for this particular moment. Frustration built up in his chest rising up to his throat. Do they expect me to use my legs?

Knowing he could do nothing more, an exasperated huff escaped his lips, blowing up the fringes of hair off his face and he decided to ignore his thirst momentarily. Looking onwards, he noticed flashing images on a tv screen embedded into the wall. A news reporter drawled on about the weather and whatnot, although the volume was too low to make out anything. To the extreme left corner of the room, about two meters or so from the bed, he noticed the closed door and intently stared onwards, hoping that someone, anyone, would come in at this moment to his aid. A few seconds passed in the quiet room filled only with the flaps of blinds and he finally decided against the pointless staring. Easing back into his inclined bed, he once again winced in pain, however, he had not moved his arms. Scrutinizing his body once again, he noticed a dull pain from his mid chest.

"Don't tell me…my ribs too?!" His audible muttering sounded as bubbles of indignation rose up his chest that burst into a stream of inaudible curses at the not-yet-remembered perpetrators. Having cooled off some, he now, even more carefully and slowly, laid back onto the pillow, appreciating the fluffiness and closed his eyes in concentration. Tracing back the events, a flush of memories came to mind. Murky, the chronological events finally cleared up and he remembered how he ended up in that miserable state.

"Damn those bastards…", another curse flew," and that damned Gouzo…" Ignoring the urge to clench his fists in anger, he chose not flare up anymore lest his lamentable condition worsened. He took in deep breaths, ignoring the little prickling pain in his chest and just decided to rest while waiting for his family to come. Thinking of the impending scolding, worried and most likely tearful faces of his soon to come visitors, a wide involuntary smile broke on his handsome face that previously held a frown. A laugh almost escaped his lips at the image but he knew against burdening his ribs with what was most likely to become a hearty laugh. Having just woken up, he realized sleep would not come easy so he lost himself in his thoughts as he gazed outside the window lulling himself into a trance.

The door to the hospital room slid open, revealing a nurse clothed in all blue. The entranced youth failed to notice the blue-clothed intruder, still lost in his thoughts. The nurse was a young woman with black hair shed into a bob cut with a fringe of hair in between her brows. She had robust curves indicative of her young age and held a clipboard in both hands. Her violet-coloured eyes, upon seeing the awakened youth gazing outside the window couldn't help but widen to a comical length seeing probably the most handsome man alive (in her opinion).

The ever so gentle sway of his peculiar pink hair only served to draw her in further noticing his fair skin. Too fair for a man even. The dreamy emerald green eyes that were clouded with thoughts. His thin eyebrows and aquiline nose did not escape her scrutiny leading up to his dry lips. The nurse, entranced herself, was startled when the youth abruptly turned his gaze on her. His eyes bored into hers and a pink flush rose up her neck and dyed her cheeks rosy. The intense gaze forced her to look away as she tightly clutched the clipboard to her chest.

"Water…", he rasped, drawing the attention of the nurse who finally gained her bearings. Hearing the plea of her patient, the nurse stumbled forward albeit nervously under the unrepentant gaze of the youth and poured water into the glass on the table. Still avoiding his gaze, she handed the glass of water to the youth with both hands having downed her clipboard. An uncomfortable silence settled into the room with the youth feeling that he was being mocked.

His expression was one of annoyance morphing into anger, yet he swallowed down his bitterness and coughed to get the nurse's attention. The nurse looking upwards noticed the handsome youth's bitter face and then noticed his plastered hands. Shame and embarrassment washed upon her face as well as the rosy tinge growing deeper to the tips of her ears.

"I'm so sorry…", her voice sounded, her body trembling in tandem, bowing with water still in hand.

"Just feed me the water," the youth responded, too thirsty to rasp any more words.

The nurse straightened her back, gaining somewhat of a professional gaze, though still tinted pink, and proceeded forward. "Please excuse me then." She spoke before placing the glass on the youth's mouth and tilting it lightly to allow him to drink the water. Noticing the constant movement of his Adam's apple as he drank the water accompanied by the loud gulps, the nurse's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. Her hands trembled but did not spill the drink nor impede the boy's actions. She once again got lost in the motions, causing no incident but requiring a grunt from the boy in order to regain her senses.

His slight annoyance was evident but he spoke none of it. "Again, please." The boy urged and the nurse complied, this time resolving to be more professional which she accomplished. The now quenched boy stared at the nurse awaiting information, instructions or otherwise.

"Oh, how are you feeling now that you're awake? Any pain or discomfort? You were wounded pretty badly when you were brought in but you seem much better now. Oops," her palm slapped her brow, "I should inform the doctor now that you're awake". The nurse hurried out of the room giving the boy no chance to answer her questions.

Moments later, a shuffling of bags and feet could be heard outside the door before a busty, blonde-haired woman appeared at the door. She was soaked in sweat, wearing a casual t-shirt that did little to hide the size of her two mountains that heaved repeatedly. A dark blue jean stuck to her wide hips and thin waist down to her slipper-wearing feet. A morbidly worried expression graced her beautiful face that had a mole just below her lip on the left that, in the opinion of the boy, only served to heighten her beauty. Her teary blue eyes gazed onward at the youth and rushed forward, oblivious to anything in her path that might fell her.

"Adonis…", her words and heart trembled at the sight of him as she reached by his side, tearfully cupping his face in her sweaty hands and hugging him tightly. The sudden warmth from the heat between her breasts brought Adonis no displeasure. Instead, an unknown relief and happiness washed over his body causing him to tremble in emotion. Muffled cries sounded, as more shuffling appeared at the door. Despite, not seeing who it was, Adonis knew it was the twins accompanying the mother. They soon arrived at his side, equally tearful and full of emotion over the state of their step-brother. But the busty mother did not yield her position, instead pressing further, forcing the twins to cling to his sides clutching the baggy robes. Adonis smelled the light perfume reminiscent of roses assaulting his nose. He inadvertently took deep breaths watching the heaving bosom of Tsubakihara Mira trickling with sweat.

At that moment, he fervently wished his arms had not been broken to comfort the worried trio in equal measure of hugs but he was helpless. He simply appreciated the hugs and clinginess before the tearful lady broke away as two pairs of arms further encaged him, pressing him a bit too tightly. Despite, the pain he was feeling from the sudden pressure, he made no rebuttal allowing the twin sisters to soak his shoulders wet with their tears. The silent room was filled with weeps and sobs from the two sisters, with the mother also trailing her own two lines down her cheeks. Adonis simply leaned his head against theirs whispering that he was alright now as if soothing little children.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. Don't cry anymore." He found himself repeating these words to the trio. After a few minutes, a bespectacled and tearful blue eyed Tsubakihara Nina broke away first, her glasses dislodged and smudged. The older twin, Tsubakihara Yuna, the more shy of the two clung on like a vice.

Noticing his expression, Nina, ever so observant, quipped," Yuna, he's in pain", causing the older twin to retract her embrace immediately in fear of causing him any more pain. As the trio once again saw his battered self, their hearts twisted in anguish and agony. Their expressions grew even more tearful and worried as a new pair of shuffling feet appeared at the door. Despite being hidden from view, Adonis could wager a bet on who it would be.

"Adonis!!", an audible shriek escaped the tall woman leaning by the door frame to catch her breath, equally sweaty as her predecessors. Her business suit was disheveled all over. Her white blouse clung to her bountiful chest while the navy-blue skirt was crumpled and cried of distress as it haphazardly strained to contain her matured curves. However, her appearance was the least of her concern as she stumbled onwards to the injured boy. Her teary eyes visible to all, also leaked of tears and she tightly hugged the boy, threatening to kill him in her gigantic breasts. Inhaling the sweet perfume, Adonis simply enjoyed the emotional embrace. Tachibana Kyouka was livid with fear, worry and apprehension evidenced by her constantly trembling body, as a pair of new yet familiar voices echoed at the door.

"ADONIS!!" The voices belonged to another pair of equally beautiful and well-endowed pair of sisters. A black-haired pony tailed beauty dashed in fast, her equally bountiful chest struggling against her black top. Her dark eyes darted to the hugging duo, one at least, as she herself rushed to Adonis' side and embraced him as well. The younger sister, a bespectacled dark-eyed blonde, gasping for breaths stumbled forward. Clearly, running wasn't her forte and yet her expression wasn't one of fatigue. Instead tears and worry marred her kind face as she staggered towards the bedside trio and further buried the pink-haired youth.

This isn't a bad way to die, is it? The suffocating young boy felt that the comfort exceedingly eclipsed his need for breath. Alas, the trio of women finally backed off and went to join the previous trio that had entered first. The six ladies now stared at him, different expressions on their faces. Adonis noticed how five of the six were blonde, Tachibana Yuka being the odd one out. Her sister and mother, Tachibana Koharu and Tachibana Kyouka both had blonde hair, the former letting her hair flow freely reaching her mid back while the latter's was tied into an elaborate bun with bangs on her temples. All the ladies, except for Yuna and Nina were roughly the same height, a bit taller than the average woman.

Feeling their searing gazes bearing upon him together with the added height difference due to his lower position, the strangest yet truthful words escaped his lips.

"How beautiful…", he unconsciously muttered causing the six ladies to sigh and grunt in exasperation. The ladies though tired and worried involuntarily broke into smiles, thankful that he seemed well enough to compliment them or joke at least.

Mira, however, despite happy to see him at least jovial was not distracted. "What happened t-", her questioning cut abrupt by two more audible shouts. The seven pairs of eyes shifted to the door. Another blonde spawned with messed make up on her face, leaning her youthful busty body against the frame. The pink top she wore did little to cover her wheat-toned belly and the deep cleavage that grew more noticeable with each heave that left her mouth. Her blue shorts, if they could be called that, barely reached her upper thigh exposing her moistened toned legs. The other lady, dressed more conservatively with a lime-coloured t-shirt and blue jeans. However, the conservative nature of her clothing failed to mask the allure her body oozed. She too, huffed and puffed but contrary to all the ladies' faces' that contained mostly worry, hers bore an additional one aside from the worry. Guilt.

Both, having shouted the boy's name teetered forward in similar fashion and buried the youth on both sides in their similarly large breasts and trembling bodies.

Ah, I truly can die happily now. 


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Whew. Writing wasn't as easy as i thought it would be. How was the first Chapter? I hope it wasn't too wordy or long. Anyway, enjoy.

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