Ragna`s eyes snapped open at the sound of shower water. Someone, whoever it was, was using the shower of his apartment. Odd, he didn`t remember inviting anyone...
As he tried to sit up, a week-old set of wounds reminded him the hard way that it was best to take things slow, if he didn´t want to black out as soon as he got up. Grunting in dismay, he decided to lay back down, taking his time to become fully awake... thats when he noticed a pair of panties on the floor. That wasn`t a good sign. Gripping his forehead, he tried to remember anything, anything at all, about the last night. Nothing. He did something he`d regret for sure, the lack of clothes he noticed now confirmed that. Sex brought nothing but tears, pain and shame... well, he was a bit embarressed right now, and he`d gotten his daily fix of pain already, but he wasn`t crying yet. That was a good sign, he decided.
Again and again, no matter how often Ragna tried, his memory failed to remember. The night before was a blank, in fact, he was missing several days. The last thing he remembered was that that bastard Terumi hit him with a blunt strike on back of his head... yeah, that outta be the reason. Back then he didn`t think it´d be too dramatic, so he didn´t bother Litchi with it... yeah, guess again, dipshit, now you`re in real deep trouble, he thought.
Damn, this could lead to a whole load of problems if he wasn´t careful. The smell of freshly made breakfast struck his nose... She, whoever it was, must`ve made it, and it smelled faintly good, so Noel was out of the question. Somewhat disappointing, but it would`ve never worked anyway.
Stroking his bedsheet aside, Ragna also noticed he was still wearing a condom. Gross, but in his current situation, a huge relief- because this told him he`d probably didn´t have a pregnancy drama on his hands.. or one about STDs. Always good. Things were getting better... somewhat.
However, that didn`t tell him a damn thing about his partner, so he began to ponder more and more what might tell him who´s under the shower at the moment... because depending who it was, he´d run for his life rather than wait for the Reaper to be reaped. It probably wasn`t Makoto, Kokonoe or Taokaka... Makoto wore those ridiculous leotards, Tao always wore the same bright red sports briefs (He shuddered at the thought of them being the SAME one everyday) and Kokonoe was a sucker for thongs, which this was not. In addition, they all had tails, and this didn`t have a hole in the back. Good. While Kokonoe was probably still not the worst kind of deal, he`d never get over the shame of being Tao`s fuck buddy... since knowing her, she´d think love was something edible.
So, who the hell was left? Counting down, Ragna slowly began to pale as his possible choices were slimming down by the minute. Litchi, Rachel, Platinum, Tsubaki, Nu, Caelica, Phantom, and...
...nah. Absolutly not. No matter how fucking drunk he was, and no matter how much he wanted her back, he could think of better things to do with his sister than knocking her up. Saya was out... and those panties seemed too big for Platinum and too common for Rachel. A sigh of relief passed his lips, but then he froze as he realized what he was stuck with. A shizophrenic lunatic, a fanatic killer wielding Izayoi and a woman who absorbed more of the boundary`s corruption than himself... while lusting for a barely sentinent blob. He cringed, but maybe, just maybe, it was just his adoptive mother in her teenhood, confusing him with her past lover... or, which sent a cold shiver down his back, a fucking ghost.
A. Fucking. Ghost.
Opening his mouth and taking a deep breath, Ragna the Bloodedge let out a scream.
