Public domination (Nekozawa&Haruhi/Takashi) Anonymous apologises if this fic seems... odd or not quite right. It's 1am, and she's too tired to proofread. Still, Anonymous hopes it is okay at least.
To those that were passing by, the sight of the three high school boys eating lunch in the food court seemed a little odd. Maybe it was the utterly feminine look of one of the members. Maybe it was the black cloak all but completely covering the uniform of the second. Maybe it was how the third member was kneeling at the feet of the first, trying to keep painfully still. Maybe it was simply the fact that the uniform all wore was not from the local high school, but from the famed one for rich kids two cities away.
But still, those that stared at the sight of the three all continued walking, more preoccupied with their own lives than whatever those three rich bastards were up to. If they had stopped to watch, they might have noticed that things were more out of the ordinary than they seemed at a glance.
Takashi's mouth was watering so badly as he watched the other two munch down their meals. Commoner food as it was -- hamburgers of all things! -- the sight of the obviously-not-gourmet food and the scent of the overly-salted fries was too intoxicating. He had to-- she would let him, wouldn't she? Just one....
His hand was slapped away, hard, and a yellow puppet was thrust in his face.
"Were you given permission to eat?" the puppet seemed to ask.
"Iie" he responded, honestly as always, and was greeted with a quick thwack to the head.
"No one gave you permission to speak either." The puppet waved a hand as if tsk-tsk-ing as the voice, Umehito's addressed Haruhi. "Honestly. We can't take him out anywhere, can he? Honestly, he should know what disobedience will result in by now."
Haruhi sighed and nodded. Takashi shrunk a little in his place.
And so the meal continued with Haruhi and Umehito eating, while Takashi closed his eyes and tried to think about anything but food, and how much his mouth was salivating. But he daren't make another move. It seemed like an eternity later that he felt something press against his lips. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a hand (Haruhi's. It was Haruhi's.) holding a single, golden fry. To him, it seemed the best thing he'd seen all day. Leaning forward just a bit, and opening his mouth just wide enough, he accepted the morsel, eating it directly out of her small hand.
The one fry was followed by another and another and another, all eaten directly from her hand. Then the burger... his burger... broken up into bite-sized pieces and fed to him in the same fashion.
After that was all done, it was Umehito who stood, followed by Haruhi.
"Shall we take him out for dessert?" he asked. The tomboy didn't seem to object, and no one asked Takashi.
Those who would have stopped to watch the scene unfold would have found it odd indeed. But those who had followed them to the back of their chauferred car and past the custom blacked-out windows to observe the source of those needy moans and cries from within would have been at a complete loss for words.