Hey all!

I actually wrote this a while back, don't really know why 
I didn't post it then...

Well, it IS my first lemon. You were warned!

El-Hazard and all it's characters are copyright of other 
people like Maki Taro and his friends at Pioneer Entertainment.

Well, on a side note, Disney has pulled all copies of the Muppet Movie. 
Therefore, since I can't get a copy now, I'll have to fusion something 
else. Maybe Lethal Weapon...hmmmmmm...

Anyway, here's the story.

***

The Anime Bar and Grille
By 
Joshua Trujillo

Episode 3: Passing Glances

"C'mon Sensei," He said imploringly, "You've gotta quit 
drinking and go home."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because...uh-"

Tommorrow was Saturday. No class. But then, at times like 
these, Masamichi Fujisawa had no class anyway. He was 
drunk-again. Makoto Mizuhara was trying to get him to 
peaceably leave the bar while he could. Nanami was there 
as well. Both had been having dinner, going over a couple 
of future episodes.

Then Sensei stumbled in. He and Miz had been fighting lately 
and obviously she'd won this round. He dried off at the 
bar and proceeded to get very drunk. Sensei was alcoholic 
and needed help, but help was something Makoto had been told 
that he needed to do by and for himself.

He'd become militant about leaving the bar and it took both 
of his students to keep the bouncers from tossing him out. 
The head bouncer, a Ms.Vincent, took pity on their situation 
and left it to them. She also phoned Miz. Makoto guessed 
that this might have happened before.

Sensei began to chuckle.

"You can't find a good reason to get me to leave. Well, 
fine. I know where I'm not wanted. I'll leave on my own," 
Fujisawa said.

Makoto thought he might help him up, but Sensei brushed away 
any help. Even after he and Nanami stopped offering, he still 
brushed them off. In fact, he brushed so hard that the floor 
came up to greet him in it's own special way. There was a 
low moan from Fujisawa as he lay there.

"Miz's carriage is out front," A short blonde bouncer said 
from the doorway.

"Thanks May," Vincent said to her, "Makoto, can you get him 
out, or do you need help?"

The other bouncers moved in closer. With the trouble that 
Sensei had been giving them, Makoto was quite sure they would 
help him out all right.

"That's okay," He said to Vincent, "I think we can manage."

Nanami got under his right arm and Makoto took the left. 
Heaving upwards, they were able to get a stable base under 
which they could drag him. Taking it slowly, they struggled 
under the dead weight to get him out. By the time they reached 
the door, Nanami was visibly tired and Makoto's arms were 
burning. Sensei was heavy. Must be from all the muscle mass. 
Sensei was also superstrong and therefore, superdense in mass. 

As well as in head, Makoto thought to himself.

It seemed to go easier once they had him out. That and the 
night air helped both of them.

"I need to pay the bill Nanami," Makoto said as they stood 
at the edge of the parking lot.

"I've got him. Go on back and pay and I'll watch Sensei," 
Nanami said.

"You sure?"

Nanami nodded.

Makoto shifted his weight out from under Sensei, who 
sagged a bit, but remained vertical. Makoto hurried back 
over to Rally, who was waiting just outside the bar.

"I'm really sorry about this Ms.Vincent."

"That's okay. You two seem really dedicated to your 
teacher," She said, accepting the money,  "That's an 
admirable trait."

"I don't really know how much-" Makoto began.

"Don't worry about it," She said, raising a finger, 
"You're willing to pay for his...habit. Don't worry about 
this, okay? Oh, looks like the cavalry has arrived."

Makoto turned as the carriage pulled around. The doors 
opened and disciples piled out. Makoto didn't see Miz 
among them, though he was sure he'd hear about this on the 
set. She was devoted, but her temper was something to 
behold. Shayla was worse though. He turned back to Rally.

"Again, sorry about this and thanks," He said, bowing low.

"Hey, don't worry about-"

Rally was cut short as both of them heard a loud, low 
groan and a wet splat from behind him. Nanami then started 
screaming. Makoto ran over to her. She began shaking the 
larger chunks off and just made incoherent noises. Sensei 
was out. The disciples picked him up and shoved him into 
the carriage. Another disciple brought a large towel and 
gave it to Nanami. Makoto sighed. 

Apparently this had happened before as well. The carriage 
sped away and Makoto looked at Nanami. She had taken the 
towel and was trying to wipe some of the...off of her. 
Makoto could still see her shaking from sobs. He turned 
back to the head bouncer.

"Uh, can we use-" He began to ask Ms.Vincent.

"No. Sorry, take this one home," she cut him off.

Rally, May and the others closed the doors as they 
retreated back inside. Makoto turned back to Nanami and 
sighed again. At the moment, he saw no other option...

***

Makoto reached just inside the doorway and flipped the 
light switch on. Nanami had barely said a word on the 
way back to his place, but didn't argue the choice. He 
lived closer than she did.

"The bathroom's in there on the right," He said quietly.

"Thanks," She replied just barely enough for him to hear.

She went past him and closed the door behind her. He sighed 
again and caught himself. He was sighing too much lately. 
Maybe it was age.

"Just put the clothes in the basket and I'll get them 
washed, okay?" He shouted to her.

There was a long, thoughtful silence.

"Okay," She said, sounding like she had been crying again.

Makoto went into his bedroom and got his robe. It was 
clean and big and made him look like a boxer when he put 
it on, so he knew that it would fit Nanami just fine. And 
at least she could wear that while her clothes were getting 
done.

"Makoto, you can get the clothes now," She said.

He started. Come in and get-?

His hands became clammy at the thought, but he quickly 
banished those thoughts from his mind. 

She needed his help, not his lust.

"Okay," He said.

He opened the door and breathed out. The shower door was 
closed and the water was already running. He didn't even 
realize he had been holding his breath. 

"I'll put a robe you can use on the counter here, okay?" 
He said, putting the robe down.

"Okay."

He picked up the basket and turned to go.

"Makoto?" 

He turned and saw that she had poked her head out the 
shower door and he realized that she had been crying again.

"Sorry about all the trouble," She said looking down.

So that's what had been troubling her.

"Hey, don't worry about it," He said, smiling at her.

"Thanks," She replied, smiling back.

She seemed better. At least she may not cry again.

"Hey, we're friends right?" He said, shrugging his 
shoulders.

Nanami smiled again and went back to her shower. Makoto 
walked out and shut the door behind him. The laundry area 
was off of the kitchen area. He never really liked these 
apartments. They were fashioned after American apartments 
and were therefore not very convenient. It just didn't 
feel right to have to modify the bathroom in order to take 
a proper bath.

He began to sigh, then caught himself and laughed slightly. 
He did like the fact that he could do laundry anytime 
he wanted. Also these apartments were relatively cheap. 
That was the reason he gave for staying at least.

Makoto turned his attention into the livingroom and to 
his computer. It had become something of an active friend 
to him in these latest lonely days. It gave him 
entertainment and information without asking why. He 
liked that at least.

Opening his e-mail, another surprise gripped him. He 
thought about sighing, but instead opened the letter. 
It was from Ifurita. She'd taken a job in Okinawa 
shortly after their breakup. She said they had offered 
her a job in National Defense, but she wouldn't explain 
any more. At least she was having fun.

Makoto chuckled at this. They had been dating since the 
first series. Makoto felt that he scared her off because 
he was moving too fast. She was happy with the status 
quo, she didn't want to get tied down. Makoto chuckled 
again. Sometimes she asked for it though. He shook his 
head. Those thoughts weren't allowed in his head anymore, 
he wouldn't allow them.

"Whatcha' doin'?"

Makoto jumped in his seat. He almost fell turning in 
his chair. He'd been so engrossed in the e-mail that 
he didn't even hear her...

He swallowed and tried to regain some composure.

"The e-mail. It's from Ifurita."

A look washed over Nanami's face. A mixture of anger 
and pain and possibly some hatred. Makoto wished he 
hadn't said it. That's what he gets for hanging around 
Ranma too much.

"She having fun cheating on you again?" She asked, 
tightening the ties on the robe.

"Nanami, c'mon. We didn't break up because of that. 
And...And that wasn't really cheating..." Makoto said.

"Makoto! She was having more fun with the washing 
machine than she was with you!"

"Nanami, that's enough! I just remember the good times, 
okay? Anyway," He said, softening, "Make yourself at home."

Nanami felt deflated. She sat on the futon and just 
looked at him. Ever since Ifurita left, his confidence 
had been shot. Then he got a call saying that he'd get 
an opportunity to write part of the new series. He jumped 
at the chance and was alive once again. Nanami could see 
the excitement and hope alight in his eyes once again. 
It felt so good to her that he should finally be over 
that technobitch.

A new actress had been cast in the role of Ifurita, so 
the old one wouldn't come back again, Nanami knew that 
much. Everyone felt so good about how the new series was 
going. Even Sensei and Miz, though they sometimes didn't 
realize or show it. The new series was like that. The 
last thing Nanami wanted was for that...that hussy to 
come back into Makoto's life and ruin him again.

Nanami turned on the television and waited.

***

Makoto didn't want to argue. He wrote Ifurita a small 
note and sent it off. He then shut it down and opened up 
the script that he had been working on. Another little 
something he hoped would branch out. It was a little 
techno for his style, but in the William Gibson arena, 
it would work wonders. About a reformed thief and her 
last heist of a piece of ultra-hightech hardware that 
others would kill to get back. He liked it and he was 
about half done.

Time passed by quickly. He didn't notice when Nanami 
got up and put her clothes in the dryer. He never noticed 
really. Nanami was just always there. She had always 
been there. Whenever he needed a friend.

Makoto stopped at that thought. They'd been sort of 
dating when all the craziness with the first series began. 
They drifted apart and he started to date Ifurita. He 
started to type again. He thought that it was probably 
out of loneliness or curiosity that Nanami moved in with 
Alielle. Alielle was a horndog and Makoto knew it. She 
and Nanami had broken up about a year ago when the 
second series began.

Makoto stopped typing and sat back in his chair. He 
rubbed his right shoulder to work some of the stiffness 
out of it. He recently had taken up boxing. It was a 
really good workout, but it still hurt when he pulled 
something.

Makoto read the last few paragraphs. It was a good stor-

His thoughts were cut off abruptly as a pair of hands 
began to massage his shoulders. It was Nanami. Makoto 
tensed at the touch, but was quickly relaxed back down 
again. It felt good. She had strong hands, must have 
been all that service work. Makoto felt his mind begin 
to wander as the tension flowed from him.

"Hey," Nanami said quietly into his ear, "Don't fall 
asleep on me yet."

He looked up at her and smiled. Enough script for one 
day. He reached forward and shut off his monitor. He 
turned in his chair to face her. She stood straighter 
and had an odd look on her face. He knew he'd seen it 
somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Come watch a movie with me," She said, extending her 
hand.

"Okay, which one?" He said, getting up.

"Something American."

"I didn't know you liked American films?" He asked, 
looking back at her.

"Eye candy," She replied.

Makoto nodded and put the video into the VCR. He chose 
one of his longer movies, something about the old 
American frontier and the natives there. Recent too. 
A pretty good movie if you liked subtitled works. 

Makoto moved to her side on the futon as the movie began. 
She didn't complain, so he didn't move away, but he 
didn't move any closer either. She could end up decking 
him. She might anyway.

The credits rolled...

***

She tasted so good. A kind of sweetness to an innocence. 
He knew she wasn't innocent. The lips he was currently 
enjoying had been places he'd rather not think about 
right now.

It still blew his mind that they were even kissing. The 
movie was still going on, but certainly his concentration 
on the subtitling was...blown.

With his eyes closed, he could only feel her moving. 

Probably to get more - hey, whoa! Those are...soft, 
Makoto thought.

His eyes were open now. He could see that she'd indeed 
taken the liberty to make herself more comfortable. 
She'd opened the robe and had slipped his hand inside 
against her breast. He moved his hand over it, circling 
a finger around her nipple. She giggled slightly, 
breaking the kiss, and moaned softly. Nanami rocked 
her head back and forth slowly and finally rested on 
Makoto's chest. He thought for a moment. What would 
happen when I do this?

He pulled her close with his free arm and turned her 
nipple gently between the fingers of his captured hand. 
There was a barely audible gasp. She pulled herself closer 
to him and grabbed the back of his head.

Well, He thought, That had an effect!

Pulling him more on top, she began to plant light pattering 
kisses on his ear and the nape of his neck, most of which 
he found highly erotic. Her breath raced as Makoto 
switched from one breast to the other. Her heart fluttered 
rapidly under his hard working hands.

She pushed him back a little and ripped off his tie. She 
gave him that same little smirk from earlier. Now he 
realized what it was. It was when Nanami wanted something 
and she knew she was going to get it. She smiled as she 
undid his shirt. He placed it aside. Her hands forced 
his head back around again as she pulled him down on 
top of her.

It was an awkward position, but he rather enjoyed it. 
She stroked his head as their tongues played together. 
She shifted her weight, able to get her hand free on 
one side, and balanced them both on the narrow futon. 

Makoto thought for a minute before proceeding. While 
this wasn't new to him, in fact, he and Ifurita had 
done this that would be physically impossible for Nanami, 
he hadn't done anything like this in quite a while. And 
he was remembering things on the fly. Or rather, on her 
fly. He chuckled once and caught himself. He looked at 
her and she raised a questioning eyebrow. He smirked and 
shook his head.

He brushed the robe aside and lowered his head to her 
chest. He noticed that her chest had become larger, 
probably from the attention that Alielle would have 
given it. He began with the right breast, cupping the 
left in his other hand. His tongue brushed lightly 
across her nipple and, at least from his vantage point, 
she seemed to be enjoying it very much. He tried 
something else. Licking around the nipple, he backed off 
slightly and blew gently on it.

A squeak escaped from her as she grabbed the back of 
his head and forced him back onto her chest. He obliged 
and licked back and forth, from one breast to the other.

Ifurita had once called him weird, because he enjoyed 
foreplay so much. She thought it was weird because she 
processed pain and pleasure as part of some information 
gathering. Just like her attack power, pain and pleasure 
took more and more to actually reach her.

Makoto wondered if he could somehow go into her processor 
and reset it. She received real fun from sex in the 
beginning, but got less and less enjoyment from it as the 
year wore on. He doubted she could have an orgasm now. 

The shifting of weight underneath him brought Makoto back 
to what he was doing. Nanami had settled into a more 
comfortable position, quite ready to let Makoto sit back 
and continue for as long as he wanted. The more he worked, 
the more she seemed to sigh. He thought, for one stupid 
moment that he might want to stop as continuing could 
cause hyperventilation. He got rid of that thought and 
began to move down her body.

She knew what was, ahem, coming next. He slowly kissed 
down her stomach, marveling silently at how she had kept 
herself in such good shape. Of course, he was no slouch 
himself, but some of the other cast members really had to 
work to get back into shape. He hated to say it, but Miz 
had been one of the worst.

He planted a kiss lightly on her navel. She gasped and 
looked down at him like he'd delivered an electric shock. 
This was something odd. It never had any effect on Ifurita, 
but then, after a couple of months, it took three lumberjacks 
and a midget to get any kind of reaction out of her. He 
did it again and Nanami jumped. She breathed out and bapped 
him lightly upside his head.

"Stop that," She said.

"Why? Does it feel good?"

"Because I said so and yes."

"If it feels good, then I find no reason to stop," Makoto 
said, kissing her navel again.

He gently ran his tongue along the edge and was forced 
to continue down by a pair of hands on his head. Having 
reached her pelvis, she removed her hands and placed her 
legs on his shoulders. Makoto had once asked Ifurita why 
women did this and she had told him that it just felt 
natural, though she didn't know what that meant for her.

Makoto obliged her in this position and licked lightly 
across her mound. Nanami shuddered and settled onto his 
shoulders more. He licked up and down faster and, sighing, 
Nanami moved on her own to his rhythm.

She tasted funny. Not that it was any different from what 
Ifurita or any other woman he had ever dated was like, 
no it was almost like...He couldn't place it. Ifurita 
really didn't taste like a woman. She said that it was 
because her makers wanted her to be a war machine 
capable of reproduction, therefore, foreplay wasn't very 
high on their list of things to get right. He could 
understand that.

Nanami was saying something, but Makoto couldn't make it 
out. She had begun to squeeze her legs together and 
unfortunately, his head was in the middle. He COULD 
tell that what he was doing, she enjoyed greatly.

She bucked more and this time, her hands were back on 
his head, wringing his hair between her fingers. He 
responded by licking faster and that was all she needed. 
She squeezed her legs into his head convulsively and 
held him there for a good two or three minutes before 
relaxing. Good thing too, she had one helluva grip.

***

Nanami lay back, panting. She looked down at him and 
unwrapped her legs. She felt slightly stiff, must've 
been from the adrenaline and other hormones unleashed 
in that fit. She blushed to think of what she had just 
done. She looked at Makoto. She had been squeezing his 
head a little too hard. His face was red. He'd better 
get ready, she wasn't done with him yet.

"Okay," Nanami said, getting up.

"Okay what?" Makoto said, trying to pick himself off 
the end of the futon.

Nanami walked into the bathroom and emerged with a clean 
hand towel. She handed it to Makoto. He thought for a 
moment, then began to wipe himself off. He wiped off his 
face. And then his neck. And then his chest. Good God, 
that stuff went everywhere!

Nanami was standing in the entrance to the bedroom, 
her back to him.

"Makoto..." She said softly.

His heart started to race as a part of the robe fell 
gently from her shoulder.

What did she...oh, Makoto thought.

He followed her quickly into the bedroom.

***

Makoto came forward into consciousness as he felt Nanami 
shift her weight against him. He couldn't have felt more 
content. Well, okay he could, but those lumberjacks 
were the last things he wanted to see right now. Nanami 
reached up and idly stroked his chin. There was so much 
that was unspoken in her eyes as he looked down at her. 
So much said that this was right.

"You know, your clothes in the dryer are wrinkled by 
now," Makoto said.

Nanami laughed slightly.

"Let'em. Hey Makoto?"

"Hmmm?"

"What would Ifurita say if she saw you now?"

"Probably that he is just as much the fool that he was 
when I left," A familiar and quite pissed voice said 
from the doorway.

Makoto and Nanami turned to see. 

It was Ifurita.

And this was going to hurt...a lot.

***

Well?

What do you think, sirs?

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Joshua "Gargoyle" Trujillo
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"Owner of The Anime Bar and Grille - Uh-huh!"

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