Disclaimer: I do not own Sora no Otoshimono, nor am I trying to claim that I do. Heck, I do not even own this disclaimer – I just copied it off some story I read not too long ago. All creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s). I do not, in any way, profit from this story as it is for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: This story takes place after episode 3 of 'Sora no Otoshimono: Forte' – after the sumo-wrestling match. This story is written in Tomoki's point of view, so "I" would refer to Tomoki talking about himself. Also, if Tomoki seems to be out-of-character, it was intentional. I tweaked Tomoki's behavior a little bit because I could not stand his self-centered, perverted, egotistic self in the anime. It is okay to have a secret stash of dirty magazines, but he expresses his perversion too freely and frankly, it disgusts me. Well, I digress – without further ado; let's get this show on the road!
Chapter 1: Sensual Desires
I slowly opened my eyes only to be blinded by the afternoon rays. I turned to my side and meekly glanced at the clock – it was 2:00PM. I was sprawled out at a weird angle, so I was almost sure that I looked at the time wrong. I didn't bother checking a second time, as it didn't really matter. I was always sleeping in on a typical Saturday morning like this. I slowly got up and cringed as a jolt of pain shot up my spine and resonated throughout every part of my body; I was still sore from yesterday's sumo-match. Robotically, I marched to the washroom, trying to suppress the pain by moving my joints as little as possible. I quickly got into the bathtub for a quick soak to help relax my muscles.
The warm bath did not help at all. To tell you the truth, it actually made the pain infinitely worse – the water was slowly being dyed red. I got out almost as soon as I got in. The plethora of blood draining from the cuts on my body tickled my legs as the droplets ran down my thighs and stained the floor. Then it struck me – I neglected to take a towel with me as I came in here. I briefly scanned the room for anything I could use. Toilet Paper? No, that would be too bold. I examined the cabinet under the sink only to find my hidden stash of porno-mags. No, I couldn't – there has got to be a better way!
I further inspected the cabinet while fighting the pain of my limbs and surprisingly, I came across a light, fluffy, sky-coloured towel. I grasped it in my hands and noticed a subtle scent lingering in its cotton-weave. I brought it closer to my face and smelled it – it smelled good. It had a Lilac-Lavender aroma to i- Hold it. Lilac-Lavender? Wasn't that the scent of the shampoo I used? I don't remember using or even owning this towel, though. At that moment, I didn't really care whose it was – it was a towel, and that's all that mattered.
I started drying my hair first, because I didn't find the point of drying your lower-half if your hair was just going to drench yourself in water again. Routinely, I worked my way down, running the suspicious towel all across my body; my arms, then my armpits, and then my upper-torso. As I got closer and closer to my 'special areas', I stopped and pondered. Is this really okay? I mean, what if this towel was contaminated with the AIDS virus or STIs? I'm covered in scrapes and bruises. I guess it's too late to turn back now, though. Slowly and cautiously, I crept the towel down to the lower-front part of my body. The towel was so soft that I flinched on contact – it felt kind of good. N-not good, what am I doing? Did I honestly just have erotic thoughts about a towel?
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open. I jumped, and my heart almost skipped a beat. Shoot, I forgot to lock the door!
So, what did you guys think? This is my first fanfiction - I decided to try writing one because I simply adored Nymph's character and I could not stand Tomoki's - and I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter. Let me know what you think in the Reviews, and what I can improve! I'm a first-timer in need of guidance! :)