First Draft

by Tamanegi Amai (玉葱亜麻衣)

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It was days like these when Richard was glad he had finished his graduate studies years ago.

He had awoken that Sunday to the furious click clacking of Aaron’s frenzied typing as the boy sat at the foot of the bed, laptop resting on his knees. He was as naked as the day he was born except for the bathrobe that lazily hung over his small form. Seems like Aaron was in too much of a hurry to dress this morning, Richard thought with an inner laugh. He supposed this was only amusing because the professor, now in his mid 40s, had gone through the very same process what seemed to be ages before and thus had the luxury of enjoying someone else suffer as he did. What was that word again? Ah, schadenfreude. The gift that never stops giving.

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The Cat’s Out Of The Bag

by Tamanegi Amai (玉葱亜麻衣)

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“Yes, dear?”

“What…IS THIS?!”

“Oh my, oh my! Papa will be so proud that his son has finally become a man!”


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Unequal Exchange

by Tamanegi Amai (玉葱亜麻衣)

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It was summer. The days stretched long and the unrelenting sun made the flesh moist and the soul weak, idle. Alan awoke that afternoon to the heavy feeling of Maximilian’s unabashedly exposed body upon his, their limbs tangled together and the musty smell of perspiration hanging lazily in the air. It was days like these that made it difficult to believe that the nation was at war. But the distant smell of gunfire revealed reality for what it truly was; it could not be ignored.

But for the moment, Alan allowed himself to believe the deceptiveness of this summer day. He closed his eyes to sleep for a few more hours.

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The Problem With Puberty

by Tamanegi Amai (玉葱亜麻衣)

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It was at the main gate on the first day of class that Len realized something Very Wrong had happened over the span of several months. He had refused to acknowledge it before, but now…he had no choice but to.

Five foot seven. He stared. Five foot seven and this was only the beginning. Who was this beast of a man standing in front of him? Surely it wasn’t Tomo. It couldn’t be- just at the end of the last school year he had been at least an inch taller than the boy, two inches even! And yet the truth stood in front of him, candidly towering a whole three inches over his childlike body. He suddenly felt weak to the knees.

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