-Three hours before midnight-
Inside a mystically-materialised glacial summerhouse, the four comrades find themselves sleepless therefore they preoccupy themselves with a selected pastime in attempts to forget about their recently obtained depression. So lounging around…
Oliver terminates his skill concentration, scowling at the outcome. A tightfisted badly-shaped orb appears afloat in his palm. His sister is also practicing the same skill which Len is guiding them to achieve to perfection–VREs materialisation.
Cupping her hands together in front of her, Olivia terminates her concentration. A tiny glittering flash forms afloat before her. Then gradually, a flat cookie-sized orb manifests in the middle of her palms and remains there.
"Oh wow, I made one!" Olivia marvels in awe, admiring her very first mystically-crafted Vigor Restoring Edible. She slowly gains a smile for the unexpected fruition.
"Well done! I'm so proud of you!" Len praises her and reaches to enclasp her but a bowl full of healing items is shoved right at him.
"Keep your hands off her!" Piko reproaches the familiar fellow and then promptly sits right next to Olivia on the chaise lounge, pressing her closer to lean against him.
"Look, Piko. Isn't it amazing?" Olivia perkily shows him the VRE in her hand. She pinches a piece of the orb and pops it in her mouth "Yummy! It tastes like cotton candy too." Then she shares half of the summoned treat with him, joyfully snuggling up against him afterwards.
"Good job Olivia. I'm happy you're happy with your skill accomplishment." Piko lisps, cuddles and smooches her which she returns altogether in the midst of her delight.
Envying him, the familiar fellow brushes aside his dissatisfaction and approaches his cuddling comrades to inform them again. Earlier when they discovered that sleep seems to be so evasive, he shares with them this vital information which has decided that chosen activity they engaged themselves into just to pass the time.
"These are not VREs but a mimicking minuscule version of them!" Len shoves the bowl of heal spectrum spheres (or HSS) right back at him.
Explaining it to them once more, "Before you intend to consume VREs, though they can be as small and flat as cookies to as big and round as meat buns: VREs are almost weightless, usually stay still in the exact place where you put them and doesn't occupy pocket space. Those, on the other hand, have the same mass and size as candies each!" He emphasizes the advantages of his own heal item skill.
Having eyes looking askance and an eyebrow raising, Oliver tosses the orb he conjured in the air and lets it descend into his shirt's pocket. "How come this one didn't stay up in the air?"
"Because you intended to have it kept for later consumption. Although not entirely, I didn't exactly say VREs don't adhere with the laws of gravity." Len clarifies for that reason. "Summoned sustenance like VREs are also convenience and storage-capable. If you had intentions of disposing it then it will linger, for example in the rubbish bin, then it will disappear after a short time. Clearly, doing that is an MP wastage. But since you apparently decided to keep it, it granted you the convenience to store it back to the place you wanted."
"Hmph! These lessons are becoming tedious. Even though I don't have a heal item skill, I rather utilise my own healing ability." Oliver snorts with boredom.
"You have healing abilities?" Doubtful of his claim, "In particular, one that you can actually share for healing others? Why won't you show us? Or are you afraid to admit you can only heal yourself?" Len dares him to prove it.
"Because the healing skill I have requires both the other person and myself to be completely starkers. I only use it during the most critical of emergencies and I am not demonstrating that with any of you." Oliver retorts in aversion. "Back in my homeland, there is no such thing as having ill-thinking whilst being starkers and there are no homophiles, pedophiles, objectophiliacs, bestiality or incestuous tendencies. Coming to this abyss and becoming aware of those sordid concepts are just disconcerting."
"What brother means is, back in our homeland, there is no such thing as homophiles and incest is almost never committed whilst the others are almost unheard of like the prior." Olivia reiterates the supplement trivia.
"Yeah, because if anyone dares to do those taboos will automatically death-sentence themselves through spontaneous detonation." Oliver informs them. "Pieces of them will be raining in the place the moment they have their contact even at the slightest. Even animals blow up if the poor things do those too."
"There is no such thing as all of those in the Cosmic Blader solar system and animal kingdom too. That same fate will happen as well. I guess since the two races have been acquainted for eons, there are similarities with their universes' nature. There are even laws and norms upholding the strict consumption of intoxicating substances and de-braining materials that might accidentally detonate people or animals for the sole purpose of avoiding such fatality." Piko supplements the topic in addition.
Then he pauses in wonder why he enlightens them with such information. Suddenly, the four of them sense an odd sensation in the air. Individually, they all just brush the strange feeling off in believing it's just an offshoot of insomnia.
Breaking off the discussion, "Hold on… why are we talking about this topic all of a sudden?" Piko queries after the bizarre moment.
"This is reminding me of that disgusting realm we were marooned in earlier. What a horrid of an abyss that was! I'm glad we eradicated and obliterated it entirely. As much as possible let's all forget the whole thing ever happened." Oliver suggests, slowly wondering why he brought that up. "Wait… refresh my memory but, why are we conversing something that is off topic?"
"It is because Len has tendencies and is not like us." Olivia blurts out of the blue. "Huh?" Suddenly shocked, "That's strange… what made me say?" She mutters, surprised at her despicable rebuttal. "I'm sorry, Len. I didn't mean to be impolite."
"What the!? I'm not any of that! Most certainly not homophile. Want me to prove it to you this instance, Olivia?" Pausing, "Hold on… why am I saying this? Why did our topic of discussion reverted into something else unrelated? Aren't we all just talking about our healing abilities and mastering VRE creation? Why did that topic suddenly become our main discussion?" Len queries suddenly too.
The four of them become silent, then unpredictably, they sense the odd sensation in the air again and then it hits them.
"Miku's writing again!" They all sputter simultaneously.
"I guess that answers the question why sleep is so evasive because she probably isn't." Oliver presupposes the plausibility.
"They must be all anticipating a surprise attack in the forest sanctuary. They are probably taking turns standing watch. It was a lull earlier so this must be her turn to be their look out." Len assumes the group's plausibly shared task at hand.
"She can't be on look out all alone whilst writing, she's probably with someone else who just currently allowed her to kick back and relax a bit." Piko reassesses his theory.
Abruptly, "Huh!…? Umh guys… I..I'm moving! But it is not by my own will. Oh!" Olivia rises from lounging with them at the table. As if being pulled by strings, she roams around their accommodations aimlessly.
Assuming it, "I believe she's writing about you particularly, Olivia. Since she probably believes we're just invented characters in her tales, she can write whatever she please. Let me consult my entity self for preventive measures and curse-lifting skills. Hold on…" Len hastens into deep concentration, standing remotely at a corner.
Stumbling over a box, "Ouch! Oh no, that actually hurts! This is shocking. What if she actually writes about us killing each other? Oh.. I was hoping these scary experiences would at least resume by dawn and not nightfall." Olivia gasps as she picks herself up then continuously roves like a zombie around the mystically-materialised summerhouse.
"I believe we might as well utilise our strongest anti-curse barrier. Cast it now, Olivia." Her brother suggests a worthwhile remedy.
"I can't get myself to do the concentration with walking around as though I'm being controlled. I can't even move my hands to commence a skill's concentration stance." She replies, starting to feel worn out from all the pulling.
Oliver quickly approaches her in attempts to make her do another action. "Just try to cast any support skills to protect yourself. Here, consume it. Replenish your MPs if you must." He hands her the VRE he crafted which Olivia instantly inserts back into his pocket.
"I don't think Miku wants me to consume that now, brother. I'm starting to feel really dizzy and stiff at the same time." She turns to the opposite direction and saunters towards there.
Piko blocks her path as she perceives him staring at her absorbedly. Then his eyes flash eerily for a second.
Wondering what skill he used on her, "Piko, did you just use a skill on me?" Olivia queries him as she passes by, continuously walking involuntarily.
"What? You mean it didn't work? I used Petrify Target to keep you immobile on the spot." Piko states in shock.
"After that flicker of light came out of your eyes, I saw another light glinting which is enveloping me like a second skin and that made it bounce right back at you." Olivia explains the bizarre predicament, making him realise that the skill was nullified.
Piko and her brother are casting other skills to remedy the enigma when suddenly they find themselves heading back at the table beside their sleeping quarters earlier.
"This is really ghastly. I barely stopped myself from sitting here. This curse-tribulation really does massively affect us and it is of an extremely high level to simply just dispel." Oliver whispers seriously whilst unraveling his mind of other skills he possess that may be of help.
"It's worse than I thought. The petrify target skill I used on her wasn't actually nullified but reflected. I feel its effect gradually spreading in my system." Piko whispers back as he feels his mobility decrease gradually.
Olivia halts in front of a bed and then the two boys see her slip inside the comforter, struggling underneath, "I'm not sure… what I'm doing in here… what are these… strange actions… eep! ah!" trying to get out of the thick blanket but couldn't.
The two are gawking unable to move at the table as they watch her fumble and twitch repetitively within the covers. Finally, they hear her utter a cry of pleasure. Right after, they see her sit up and then throw the comforter aside whilst she pants profusely.
Looking at them with a face visibly all flushed, "Piko… Brother… Wh-what just happened? W-what is this? I don't even know what this is! What did I just do? " She stammers in between disorientation and palpitating whilst her hands linger clutching between her thighs.
"Did what?" Oliver queries, absolutely puzzled and unable to comprehend. Piko, on the other hand, gawps all reddened upon recognition of the unmentionable act.
Soon right after, Olivia stands up from the beddings and saunters across the room like a doll being dragged from here to there. Soon her rambling halts, bumping into the one in deep concentration at the corner. "Ouch…" She heaves whilst picking herself up from stumbling again.
Len suddenly awakens from his disrupted concentration stance when she pauses by his side. "Sorry Len…" Then she proceeds roaming towards the opposite edge of the large one-room summerhouse. Even much bizarrely, she starts doing random actions: she fluffed the pillows on the beds, she tucked the blankets neatly on each and then she stood on the last one and jumped on it until it is messy again.
"I guess there goes my concentration. What else happened when I was out?" Len queries the boys at the table whilst gawping at her.
"We can't move from sitting here as though my petrify target skill earlier was retracted back. We're like waiting NPCs whilst someone pilots Olivia as if she is being controlled by a brainless novice RPG gamer." Piko points out, watching Olivia in case she might become hostile.
Unexpectedly, they notice her returning to them. A visible flicker glistens for a fraction of a second surrounding her entirety, signifying it recoated its own controllability on her plus strengthened itself. On the spur of the moment, Olivia approaches Len, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling it off him. Shocked, she fidgets upon surprise whilst Len freezes on the spot, looking absolutely bewildered as the same visible flicker spread on him as well.
The puzzled girl glides her hands soothingly on his face, neck, shoulders, chest and then soon lowers them slowly to his waist, descending her fingers into his shorts' elastic. Seductively, she kneels down in front of him and tightens her hold on the garment.
"What are you doing?!" Piko gasps in alarm, he tries moving but he is absolutely petrified to station where he is.
Olivia's eyes bulge in shock as her fingers wriggle in the rigging until the motion slightly slides the apparel down. "I..I have no idea!" Shaking her head, she tugs as hard as she can to remove her hands away from there. Another vivid glint of light from nowhere reattaches them right back in place when she was able to budge them.
Then horror fills her for recalling something. "R..Rin t-told me s-something just recently..about instigating a-a-arousals…" Violently shuddering, "It's a bit too soon for me… I..I don't think I'm ready to do that!" She stutters in admitting her thoughts regarding the matter.
"And not with him!" Piko fulminates hysterically, forcing himself to push forward. However, the bizarre glint of light flickers in appearance, increasing the petrify target skill's effect, manipulating his movements and taking hold of him to station on the spot.
Finding himself finally able to call out a skill after a bit of concentration, Oliver materialises a Suppression Wall to conceal himself from another manipulation attack. The clear mystic wall coats him like a second skin. Then suddenly it sparks once then resumes back to invisibility, noting that it had spared him from another sudden manipulation attack.
Attempting to deliver his sister from her torment, he immediately breaks them apart through summoning mighty barriers between them. Manifesting abruptly, a mystic glint flickers and shatters the barriers he summoned. It dispels his skill to prevent him from disrupting them of their manipulated actions. Next, the bizarre flickering glint enshrouds both Len and Olivia so Oliver tries ramming through the bizarre mystical defense using great physical force but with a flash of light, it propels him away and prevents him again from interfering. He uses his smoldering abyss assails to strike through the defense but the mystical wall absorbed the flares.
Seeing the suppression wall he cast on himself denting in numerous areas of his body and that it might wear out after another attempt to smash into the bizarre barrier, "I don't want to commit unmentionable acts with any of you so I guess it's best to keep myself away for now." He declares in his frustration.
"But would you just give us a little privacy please!? At least, close your eyes!" Len drives them away whilst trying to force himself to look unfazed despite being petrified.
"You're encouraging this, aren't you!?" Piko raves furiously, wanting to shatter through the barrier badly. Exerting great effort, something specifically nails him motionless on the spot. The vivid glint taking hold of him sparks furiously whenever he struggles, preventing him to utilise any of his skills or summon his 14 comrades.
Even with the high level skill still sheltering him, Oliver cannot stomach watching any longer after seeing his sister rid the last piece of lingering garment off him. Repulsed over the matter unknown to him, "I'm out of here!" he hastily darts out of the summerhouse made of frost and scrambles further away into the beach.
"I better rush to where Miku is and stop her before that dumbass entity accidentally plants his seeds in my sister." Oliver pants whilst heading towards the cove which leads to the forest sanctuary of Island Realm.
-Lost in the cove-
After half an hour of hurdling everywhere, "Bollocks! This feels as though I'm running around in circles…WHERE AM I!?" Oliver blusters in infuriation. He has been dashing around the lush area until upon realisation he finds himself wandering aimlessly in the tropical labyrinth.
It is difficult enough he couldn't utilise his flight and summon warp portal skills for the time being, but losing his navigational talent really takes the cake for him. "With this much time lost, I bet Len has already done so much more to her. My sister has far too many regal duties before she yields to that. I'll make him pay if I suddenly have a nephew or a niece after a few months." He remarks fiercely.
Halting, he takes deep breaths then resumes directing his way to the forest sanctuary. Nearly an hour of rambling around, he finally reaches his destination.
The forest sanctuary is an arc edifice made entirely of glacial elements. Though seemingly cold, it is only the exterior that appears chilly whilst the entire shelter's temperature conditions are proportionate to a grand island villa at the summit of summer season. The mystically-materialised structure is just like the quaint seaside summerhouse yet the dimensions of the place are a whole lot larger. There are many splendid tropical plants and various large trees embracing the extensive garden areas of the abode, making it look remote yet a breathtaking dwelling place not an exceedingly long distance away from the seaside.
He squints his eyes upon perceiving mystic barriers have been installed to safeguard the abode from intruders. Recognizing the skill exactly resembles his own, he understands that it is none other but James who fortified them in the surroundings.
Knowing how to slip pass the invisible walls, Oliver casts his Stealth skill to conceal himself into the darkness. In addition, he recasts Suppression Wall on himself once more to reinforce the one he already has in prevention for the curse-tribulation from temporarily nullifying any more of his skills. Though it's dark, the moon during the night on that mystic realm makes the surroundings of the island still vivid. Oliver assumes he will have to be extra careful when he inch his way closer to the area.
Approaching the abode, he quickly ducks within nearby shadows when he recognises that it is Miku and Rin who are standing by as lookout for that schedule of nightfall.
-Outside the abode-
"Rin! Get back to your post and guard there, and don't bother me! Unlike you, I can both write and also be a good watchwoman at the same time." Miku shoos her away whilst pushing the scalawag from leaning on her shoulder.
Not leaving, "Awesome glinting hands by the way. Is that sparkling lotion you used?" Rin comments on the sideline, to set a diversion whilst she sneaks up typing extra happenings on her tale.
"What the!? Stop that! Rin, would you refrain from worming your way into converting my main character into becoming a horribly disgraceful lass like you? And as for my glistening hands, it must be. Before we came to Island Realm, Joyance gave me sunscreen lotion that he mystically-crafted on his own. Now go back to your post and stay there." She drives her away once more as she exasperatedly edits the scalawag's spelling mistakes again.
Peeping from behind her shoulder with her fingers already on the laptop keys again, "I'm not horribly disgraceful. Correcting your choice of words, I am what you call adventurously free-spirited. And she needs to become much more adventurous than that too, to make the tale more box-office exciting! Now that her annoying frigid brother is out of the way, why not we let her do a triple with the two lads and make that enchanted summerhouse rock and rumble until the crack of dawn. Woo! What a genius smexy novelist I am!" Rin insinuates insistently, typing like the wind whilst commending herself in the progression.
Pushing her hands away again to overhaul what she just recently included, "No way! Both the main character's admirers are good, sweet, wonderful lads and both of them loves her deeply. Plus they are bitter rivals. They will never allow her to put up with that utterly disgraceful torridity. And for the nth time, I will not allow you to bastardise my work! I have my own ideas. And I am not open to collaborations with budding tabloid writers such as yourself, that's just plain sordid." She refuses irritably, closing the gadget, tucking it in her arm and resuming to guard back at her post.
"Cheapskate! You're all mood-swingy now because you're so hopelessly desperate for some loving too! - just like that braindead love-deprived goon who got himself lost in the forest in your tale. Oh oh oh! I know! Let's revise that part and make him fall in a pit of full of colossal crabs and then make them strip him completely starkers with the other lad whom he hated so much for his sister. And let's make them do unmentionable almost-homophile stuff and the like to spice things up!" The scalawag teases and suggests, whilst swiping the laptop from her arm and hurriedly scrambling away in the flourishing vegetation. "Gotcha! Niener niener niener!"
"HEEY! I'm not hopelessly desperate for loving. Also, he is not a braindead goon and I won't allow you to do that to him for he is never a homophile - I actually love that character the most! Give that back this instance! RIN! !" She squeals in annoyance, chasing after her.
They dash away swerving through different plants and trees up to the edge of the barrier with Rin rapidly scaling up the tallest coconut tree and securing the gadget on the very top whilst Miku clambers her way up to retrieve it and pummel the scalawag at the same time.
-From his hiding spot-
Utterly numb shocked, "Did Rin just called me a braindead love-deprived goon?! And wanted me to do unmentionable acts with… Now I know why these bizarre curse-tribulations imbued by Miku's ability-development are so disgusting. I'll make her pay for this!" Oliver recurs at boiling rage, dashing after the girls who just scrambled away from their guarding posts. He pursues rapidly after them and takes cover in the foliage's shadows upon noticing his other friends are emerging from the villa.
-At the seaside-
Leaning by a gushing faucet, Olivia expectorates spumes in the sink at which Piko hands her a toothbrush prepared with an overflowing amount toothpaste. Nauseously choking, "Urrrph! P-tooey! How could someone invent an act like this?" She mewls whilst brushing and trying to keep the matter out of mind. Afterwards, Piko hands her the soap at which she rigorously rubs on her face whilst rinsing excessively.
Relieved they find themselves suddenly free from the bizarre action-manipulating curse-tribulation earlier, they run away from the summerhouse and head towards the outdoor kitchen.
Gnashing his teeth at the other lad present there whilst patting her back, "There, there. It's ok, it's ok. Perhaps Miku just made one hell of a massive typographical error! Just don't think about it anymore." He commiserates whilst feeling extremely irritated after the activity, unknown to most Abyss realmers like her and her brother, just concluded.
Just a few meters away, Len seems to be spaced out and daydreaming. He is sitting on the sand and gazing at the waves whilst the two of them are by the wash area of the mystically-materialised outdoor kitchen.
The sparkling of the waves amuses him as though it is beaming for him in his place. As luck would have it, he rather cheer elatedly after such an explosive experience from the playful activity. Yet, he persists to stay stoic because he didn't want to provoke the already-traumatized lass when suddenly…
"YEOOOOOUCH! ! !"
Piko and Olivia look at him upon surprise. Then they see Len hurriedly shattering a colossal crab's pinchers from being fastened to his hand. On alert, "Whoa!" Piko quickly raises Olivia above his head when he spots another crab perched right beside her on the sink, and it almost pinched her too. "Let's get out of here!" He lifts her in his arms whilst scramming away from the outdoor kitchen area.
Upon crossing the middle of the beach, the ground he just steps on caves in, making them both fall in a pit full of the nipping critters.
"YEOOOOOOUCH! ! !"
A couple of crabs pinches them which Piko quickly detaches and hurls away. With no delay, he tosses Olivia upwards above ground to safety and leaps but his hovering skill fails him. A strange glint flickers from nowhere and nullifies his flight ability with part of his immense physical strength and otherworldly skills in the process.
Realising what is probably happening, "I wonder if Miku is bored with concocting her naughty tale and is now attempting to write a humor tale instead." Piko thrashes about in the booby trap to escape another way whilst dodging the crustaceans from pinching him in the hole. To his greater shock, the hole descends twenty times much lower in depth, making his obstacle more complicated.
Above and beside the hole, "Owwie, it hurts!" Olivia cries whilst grasping her left arm with the pincher wound. She remembers that VREs can also cure any ailments so whilst waiting for Piko, she sits properly on the sand and prepares her concentration stance to create one.
Right as she starts, someone enclasps her from behind. Looking at him, "Umh Len, kindly move a bit please. I think we've already spent too much time being too close lately." She reminds him faintly with unease. Enclasping his hands tighter on her waist, "Olivia.. I'm not doing this voluntarily." Len mutters whilst struggling to gain control of his own movements. After persevering to take hold, he moves a little to the front but something propels him right back against her. Unconsciously grasping her aching arm, he suddenly bends over, grazes his lips on the wound and licks it until it is dripping.
Wide-eyed and shocked, "What are you doing, Len! Wasn't it enough you basically sluiced me with… with… Let go! That's yucky!" Olivia kvetches, fidgeting to pull her drenched arm away but the odd glint flickers again to keep her stationed on the spot.
Also wide-eyed for the unexpected act, "What you just did to me is even yuckier! Just for that, I want a taste of you too and I want it generously! Now stay still and let me slobber and nibble you in places you have never been salivated and bitten before!" Len blusters involuntary, realising something has also gained control over his speech.
Extremely shocked, "W-What the?! N-No! That is not what I wanted to say!" He immediately retracts the bullying words in terror. He unhands her injured left arm, but once again his body suddenly moves against his own accord. Shifting him to bite her love handle next, the ominous glint continuously stations him alongside her as his hand reattaches his grip back on the arm he unhanded. Olivia nearly springs from the reinforced gnaw but the chances of her to even scream is zilch.
Moving back to her original injury, his teeth burrow as his lips proceed to graze whilst his tongue slides slowly going deeper into her wound. Struggling to remove his lips from the arm, a quick glint flickers and reattaches them back in place on the wound as his free hand playfully glides wedging his fingers in her bitten love handle. He can see the mixture of her blood and his drool trailing down her punctured areas, the sides of his mouth smear red. He definitely objects to result to cannibalism.
Checking on her, he notices her concentrating to defy the involuntary actions with eyes that have become tearful. Struggling to make her voice be heard, "Please Len… that hurts…" She utters weakly from the excruciating pain.
Greatly exerting more effort to gain control over his speech and actions, "I-I'm sorry… I-I'm not doing this by choice… and I didn't mean to say those things to you earlier. You know how I truly feel about you." He struggles to reply telepathically whilst resisting to continue devouring on her limb. Notwithstanding the ordeal, he reconsiders the situation, "I'll reverse this unwanted action into healing you another way." An idea pops into his mind, concentrating and steadying his lips on the spot.
A quick flickering light appears between his lips and the wound which collides and shatters the ominous glint and then it dissipates gradually, healing the throbbing injury completely. After he's done, Len loosens his clinch and verifies that he finally regains control of his speech back. They now sit in front of each other on the sand with their foreheads touching, not moving an inch for this time he isn't sure if it is an involuntary movement. Gently, he glides his fingers on her arm and then on the bitten love handle, feeling at peace that the punctures have disappeared.
Relieved as the pain vanished, "Thanks Len…" Olivia whispers gratefully. Fatigued, "You're… welcome…" He pants in response whilst affectionately stealing pecks on the lips. Whilst cuddling her fervently, Olivia cups her hands in front of her and resumes back to her own concentration - to create VREs which she plans to share with the boys.
As he clambers up from the hole, "And here I thought she is done with naughty tales. What the heck do you think you are doing to her now Len!?" Piko interrogates snippily but suddenly, "YEOUCH!" a crab pinches him on his gluteus so then he has fallen into the fissure again.
From outside the hole, "Nothing! I'm just hugging her whilst she crafts VREs. Just hurry up and unclasp us if you want. Not unless you can't get out of there because Miku prefers to constantly whup your ass." He hears him call out.
Slugging the one that lately pinched him, "Grr! I swear I'll cook each and every one of you for breakfast tomorrow!" Piko grumbles crossly at the critters around him as he climbs out of the excavation again.
-Exiting the abode-
"Miku, Rin! If you're tired, I'm free to guard in your place if you want." A strawberry blonde lass calls to them. Shortly, she feels a hearty pat on the shoulder. Turning to him, she sees Mikuo beaming at them.
"Just let them be, Neru. Miku's been totally moody and so depressed all this time. The least we can do is let her take her mind off fretting over things. And with those hostile aliens as a threat, I believe an ice breaker like this can at least ease her pain for the meanwhile. Besides, isn't your turn on guard duty already done? You should get some more rest. Even with all that make up on, you couldn't hide the fact you've been crying." He compassionately coaxes her to relax.
"I-It's s-shows?" Neru stutters, grasping the compact mirror in her pocket then she feels him pat her again. Slowly holding his hand on her shoulder, "I couldn't just stand around and do nothing. I am absolutely upset about what happened to Rinto. I want to get back at the one who did that to him." She vows crossly and sorrowfully altogether.
"You won't be of any help to him if you're tired by dawn. Now come and let's get you back to bed." Mikuo suggests it so, for it is only appropriate. "Thanks, Mikuo." She beams whilst a tear trails down her visage. The brotherly tealet wipes the moisture away and returns the beam warmly.
Unexpectedly, "Aww… How sweet! Geez Kuoey, if you're going to cheat on me, might as well do it right and drag to her to recline and sprawl already." Rin blurts out with a wide mischievous grin.
"What?! No!" Neru gasps in shock, all redden for the sudden confutation. To her sudden astonishment, the brawny tealet shifts her to lean against him and glides her nestled in his arms.
Enclasping her tightly with a charming grin, "You sure about that, Rin? No turning back on your word. Don't mind if I do." Mikuo queries and accepts whilst winking, then swiftly he smooches her right on the lips which engrossed the strawberry blonde.
With an even wider and more mischievous grin, "Sure, sure! For as much as you like. Bang away! But before you do, which colour would you prefer, Neru? Don't be shy and have your pick: silver, navy, chartreuse, gold, teal… or my favorite, ORANGE! Oh, and they're favoured too!" Rin generously offers her bountiful circular unmentionables, showcasing it proudly before her.
Coming back to her senses, "What the!? No! Are you that desperate to be beaten to a pulp? Stop teasing me right now, Rin! Ugh! I'm going to bed." Neru admonishes her threateningly, loosening in the grip. But Rin quickly thrusts her to the ground with the lad cushioning her from underneath, astounding her in the process.
With a seductive lisp, "Why head to bed if you can do it right here for all of nature to see? Or better yet… How about if I guide you whilst he simply pleasures you? I'll show you the initial moves since you have unsurprisingly zero experience. Let's sprawl her up, Kuoey!" Rin cajoles, leaning behind her and locking her in Mikuo's arms. Then she enclasps and squeezes her on top with her between the two of them, slowly lowering the lad's swimwear with hers whilst he lowers the instigating blonde's.
As she feels something stiffening then dampening out of the blue, "Eep! No, thanks!" Neru refuses frenetically, squirming away from between and then hastily dashing back into the villa, unconsciously forgetting her bikini.
The teasing pair chuckles and high-fives along with three pairs of moist swimwear meant for the lower extremities in hand.
-Stuck on top of a coconut tree-
"Urmhh! Hrmphh! Ermphhh!" Miku is greatly heaving, pulling and yanking her laptop but it appears not to budge even at the slightest. "Blast you, Rin! How could you tie these leaves so tightly on this thing? Huh? Wh.. What the!?" To make things worse, she realises superglue is also smudged on random parts of her body, rendering her practically fastened on top of the tallest tree in the island.
"Daaaaaaaarrrrrrn! UUUUUGH!" She grunts ferociously as she tugs to detach her leg. After freeing her limbs, she gripes in fury to free her gadget until she eventually feels herself worn out with no progress gained. "You suck, Rin!" Miku grumbles quietly, weak from a sudden bizarre drain.
Finding the spacious verdant surface on top of the tree quite sturdy and cushy, she lies down comfortably and closes her eyes for a moment.
Looking at her from below, Oliver is having hesitations whether he will approach or just talk to her in their thoughts. "Telepathy is practically an otherworldly skill and if I was able to converse with her earlier, then that means she must be exempted from being unintentionally hurt by us. However it is still a risk and I refuse to accept causing her any fatalities in the process of attempting to communicate with her. This is most probably the best time since clearly she has been depleted off her MPs, but still, it is a big risk." He lingers underneath the tree for some time to reassess his future actions.
Slowly descending, "Oliver? Wait… if I'm up there… why am I down here?" Miku queries herself as though she feels afloat and not at all perceived by the contemplating boy.
Drifting beside him, "Oliver what's wrong? What's happening?" Once again, he appears not to sense her presence and carries on with his discussions in his own thoughts.
"Why won't you say anything to me?" She reaches out for his hand and is shocked when her fingers pass through his.
Looking at her hand, "What's going on? Am I… dead? No. No! I still want to live! I still want to be with him! I'm still alive! Yes, I'm alive! I'M ALIVE!" She evaluates herself frantically. Then looking back up the tree, "I have to go back to my body."
She hovers back on top of the tree where her body lies peacefully and touches her own visage. Soon, images of the earlier events flash in the depths of her mind.
"All these happened earlier? All our memories of Oliver, Olivia, Piko and Len have vanished, and it's all because of me? The four of them are having a terrible time because of me. Even Rinto and Athrylith were badly hurt because of me… If I go back to my body now, I might wake up screaming at the very sight of Oliver. Because back in my body, I cannot remember him at all! I cannot even see him clearly. Even if I do, I won't remember him. What will I do? I love him and I want to go back, and I want to restore my memories of him!" She queries herself sadly.
"Well, since I came all this way. Here goes nothing." She hears Oliver mutter his resolve.
Urgently, "Oliver, wait! Don't wake me up yet! I don't know what I'll do if I scream and the others will come and attack you! James had the mystical walls on auto-detect to strike any located intruder with a powerful offense skill. Joyance had Neru's shotgun mystically-empowered and it can undoubtedly hurt you, and she's a first-rate markswoman! Her brother and our brother's range weapons were also empowered by him. I'm begging you. No! STOP!" Spirited Miku quickly rushes to his side.
Oliver clambers up the tree and genuflects right next to her. Slowly he reaches out for her visage and most carefully dab his index finger on the loose hair drifting on her face. Seeing it did not wake her up, he ponders again, muttering this time, "When I smite Rinto, it was actually a light blow but it pierced right through him as though it was a powerful mystic spear. This piece of hair should have been severed if anyone of us can hurt her by a mere graze. But how come nothing happened?" He looks at her hands and they appear to be gleaming. Next, he takes a closer look at the rest of her body and notices her eyes are twitching. "Oh I see, she's dreaming. Maybe I can talk to her in her dreams. I'll head to the Abyss of Dreams in hopes to see her there. I hope this works." He wishes, praying that the required skill will cooperate.
"Yes! Yes, Oliver! Please do! Please see to it that it is me whom you'll talk to." Spirited Miku hovers to her body and lays there, closing her eyes. "I'll wait for you there, much-loved."
He stands up and concentrates then snapping his fingers, a domelike luminance manifests. Greatly in luck it didn't fail him this time, he leaps through there.
-In the Realm of Dreams-
Upon entering the Realm of Dreams, Spirited Miku stumbles upon herself who appears to be in a deep sleep. There, the other's eyes flutter and she arises to her feet. With a scowl, the other finds herself filled with fury as she comes face to face confronting with her other self.
"Who are you? You are in my territory. Get the hell out, cunt!" Hostile Miku furiously drives her away immediately, darting to her intimidatingly.
"I beg your pardon? Don't call me that! I'm you! And if I'm a cunt then you're a cunt! And since when did the Realm of Dreams become your territory? This place is for all dreamers!" Spirited Miku retorts undauntedly.
"SINCE I SAID SO! AND I WILL NEVER ACKNOWLEDGE TO BE YOU! I'M HOSTILE MIKU!" Hostile Miku blusters deafeningly.
"This realm does NOT belong to you. Hmph! Fine. Be that way. Who wants to be you anyway? I am Miku, Spirited but Miku. Besides, I'm not here for you. I'm here to see Oliver." Spirited Miku replies, unfazed.
"Hmph! The guy who almost killed my Rinto? I'll see to it that he will suffer like he has never suffered before for hurting my love. It will be I who will put him to his grave!" Hostile Miku denounces him vehemently.
"What the? Rinto does not even love you, or us, in that way! He could have… but… that ship has sailed! I love Oliver now! No, we love Oliver!" The spirited one reminds her.
"And whose fault was that? You're someone for a laugh. I've been in love with Rinto for years. You've only been in love with Oliver, for what? A few days? You are a disgrace for quickly raising the white flag on Rinto! If I could only tell him how I feel now, who do you think will he choose between me and Neru? Of course, ME! Neru's no challenge." The hostile one points out maliciously.
"We've been in love with Len too, but we figured out he's someone we love as a friend. What's wrong with you? Why can't you move on? Rinto's happy with someone else now. So step aside for I am not here to see you!" Spirited Miku avows about the past, unabashed, and pushes forward determinedly.
Blocking her way and harshly smiting repeatedly, "And whose fault was that again? For being in a relationship with Len and not Rinto? You are such a fucking shitarded cunt! Who wants pity-love? You're so pathetic for putting up with him whom you've only love second to the original, who eventually discovers that he doesn't actually love you back in that way! Such humiliation enormously takes the cake for me! And that is why I messed with everyone's memories of them – of Len, Oliver, Piko and Olivia. Why need Len? Len turned his back on you! Why need Piko and Olivia? Ever since they joined the group, you have been always set aside! And lastly, why the fuck would you need Oliver? Rinto is right there! Shove Neru to the rubbish bin where she belongs, kick her out of the group and take him back! Oliver is not your original love anyway, in fact, we don't need those four in our life. Hey! LISTEN TO ME! YOU CAN STILL HOLD ON! THERE SHOULD BE NO TURNING BACK! IF YOU WON'T AGREE WITH ME, THEN GET OUT OF MY BODY!" The hostile one's hostility surges threateningly.
"I care about Len and I know we did our best. Positively, at least we tried and we understand each other now more than before. I care about Piko and Olivia, they have been anything but horrible to me so why bluster them? Are you that insecure with the entry of the new? And last but not the least, I care about Oliver because I love him. And all of us, we support each other with our own choices and not like you who rather live in resentment, gloom, despondence and self hurt! I could have sworn it is none other but you who is responsible for my friends' hardships and for all the unfairness happening to them. You are not Hostile Miku, you are Unfair Miku! And you are a coward! TRY, that's the key word, why won't you try to move on? The world won't end if you will expand your horizons and share what you can offer with others. You can't mope in this clam of yours forever. It's time that you come out of that shell and see the world. BE BRAVE AND TRY, THEREFORE, YOU GET OUT OF MY BODY!" The spirited one's spirit soars high and fearlessly as she makes her way through the path to glory.
A brilliant flash of light illuminates the entire vicinity which dissipates after a short time.
"Miku, I've been waiting for you. I almost thought you have suddenly awaken since you're not here." Oliver rushes to her side and enclasps her tightly.
Enclasping him in return and more ardently, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting but I'm here now, much-loved. I'm so glad I'm the one whom you approached first." Miku replies serenely, sharing with him about what just occurred whilst they linger in a lengthy clinch.
Afterwards, he shifts her to face him with both hands grasped in his as he has something vital to divulge, "Listen Miku, back in the Abyss of the Awake, you have started developing your abilities and it massively affects me, my sister, that Entity of Glaciers, and that Cosmic Blader. Your ability-development sends us extremely toilsome curse-tribulations through your concocted tales. In fact, because of the strange occurrences that are happening recently, none of you in the villa can remember us. Therefore, I must ask you to please concoct tales cautiously from now on for it may result in affecting our wellbeing and entirety altogether. I know the overall stress from becoming an otherworldly ability-possessor requires considerable physical or mental effort but if Len can do it so can you. I believe you can be stronger than him. As for our current situation, we will need you to cooperate with us to solve this problem so that it won't be so difficult. Do you understand?" He seriously asks of her this petition.
"I already am aware of this in relation to what just happened to me. If it is my unfair self who is here with you now, there wouldn't be an agreement for she will never acknowledge you and might eradicate your memories of me, just like what she almost did to everyone back in the Realm of the Awake. But nevermind her for I am the one who prevailed, I am here because you gave me strength to succeed. And yes, Oliver, much-loved, I promise you I will do the best I can for I love you and I'm so in loved with you!" She concurs happily and most helpfully.
-From the Realm of the Awake-
"Geez Rin, this is where you left sis? Oh here she is. Looks like she has fallen asleep. She looks really exhausted. But it's nice to see her finally smile even if it is in her sleep. Well, let's get her to bed. Upsy-daisy!" Mikuo carefully lifts up his sister as he slowly descends down the tree.
"Looks like I won't be editing for a whilst." Rin reasonably decides with a half-smile as she unfastens the laptop from the tree.
-Back to the Realm of Dreams-
"Looks like my ride is here. At least now I know why I suddenly feel some form of drain. I will require some rest to replenish MPs. At least, for an hour more or less? See you by midnight then. I love you." Miku bids him goodnight and promises to see him later.
"Just rest. Don't worry. I'll meet you on the same spot. See you later then. I love you too." Oliver replies agreeably, his most captivating smirk emphasized.
Enduring to delay what they usually execute whenever they feel outright amative, they narrow the clinch and osculate passionately instead before they head their own way.
-Later-
Oliver and Miku heed their attention to the gadget after their impassioned activity. As they open it…
~*POP!~
From within the laptop propels and smacks orange powder coating their entire faces …and starkers bodies.
"RIN! ! !" Miku squeals instantly.
Happy 2017 Valentine's Day! =)