Chapter 4. Afterglow.
Smut Warning.
Breathless, he touched her face as she rested her head against his chest. Mitsuru winced as he rubbed his cheek against her hair. He'd never lost control before...never been brutal, so primitive before Kokoro.
Dear god, of all the time for this to happen, when it was the most important one, he lost all control.
He'd ripped through her soft body...even knowing she was still a virgin. It should have slowed him down, made him more careful of her. And yet, the exact opposite happened. He went berserk with lust the moment he realized she was untouched.
It's like he's destined to corrupt her. Just like when they first met at 13 years of age. He taught her to kiss...and not the kind grandmas give.
A lover's kiss, wet, open mouthed with tongues. Her first real kiss. It took some coaxing before she agreed to do it. He had been pacifying himself with the chaste pecking they've been doing before then.
If only he could turn back time. If he could rewrite their first time together...
He had been too greedy, too eager, too selfish to have her, it overrode all sense of decency.
But as Kokoro lifted her head and looked at him, a silent understanding formed between them that only lovers are cognizant of. In his need to make her his, no matter how savage, or primitive or downright brutal, it was equally echoed by her need to be taken.
Still...
"Are you alright?" He whispered as he brushed his lips against her hair. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose control like that."
Kokoro made a small sound, too relaxed to talk so she kissed his skin instead. Mitsuru groaned as his body sprang to life. Shit. When has he sunk this low? Not even fifteen minutes since he'd had the best fucking orgasm he ever had in his life and he's already craving for more.
No. She needs time to heal, to recover. She—
"Kokoro..." Mitsuru groaned. "If you continue doing that..."
She looked up at him, her blue eyes bright with mischief. Then resumed her little parade of soft, warm kisses on his skin.
God, didn't she understand yet what dangerous games she's playing?
He'd never been like this, even when he was still an untried noob in bed. He could control his urges, turn off his lust. With Kokoro, it was like he's a beast without a leash.
Perhaps in a few months...after...after he had taken his fill of her, then maybe, just maybe he'd be somewhere near his normal self again.
"Baby...you mustn't give me everything I ask." He groaned.
"Hmmm?"
"It drives me insane...and only makes me crave for more."
"I don't know of any other way." Kokoro said simply, honestly. How does one love in moderation?
Mitsuru groaned and pulled her closer, he will have to protect her from himself. She's too giving, too generous.
"Hungry?" He asked, nuzzling her hair. "I think there are some cup noodles left."
"Can't we stay like this a little longer?" Kokoro stretched herself against him languidly, then paused as her body protested. She blushed a little as she ached in places she never knew existed, until Mitsuru reached in and touched them. More like pounded into them. A cheeky voice in her head added.
"Baby...if we stay longer in this bed..." Mitsuru groaned a little. He wanted her again, no use denying it. But he'll be damned if he hurt her again.
"C'mon sweetheart," He murmured as he pulled away and sat up at the edge of the bed. "Let's get you something to eat..."
He walked to the small closet at the corner beside the bed and looked inside if he had any clean clothes. He couldn't remember if he did the laundry last week...there were plenty of shorts, but the only shirt was a green one.
Mitsuru hesitated, then realized it was silly to hide this now.
"Here..." He said, handing her the shirt.
Kokoro sat up, shyly covering herself with the bedsheet and reached for it. Her eyes went wide as she recognized the shirt.
"Kyou really did give it to you. I'm so glad!" She smiled as she held it up with both hands.
Mitsuru smiled as he dragged on a pair of black cargo pants through his legs and buttoned it.
Kyou, also known by his Code 090 had cornered him after school just to hand the small wrapped gift. It was his birthday...and somehow Kokoro managed to find someone to hand over her gift to him.
He had tried to throw away the gift, he was having trouble moving on as it is...he didn't need any more reminders of how much she still cared. Mitsuru had actually dumped the small box in the bin—and then had to chase after the janitor after an hour of inner struggle. God, he couldn't hold back, couldn't deny himself the small pleasure of her gift.
He still had the small note she'd written. "It matched the color of your eyes."
His heart clenched in response. "Does it really?" Mitsuru turned and asked her, looking at her as Kokoro wrapped the bedsheet around her, the shirt draped on her shoulder.
He never wore the shirt outside...but here in the hideout, on times he missed her the most, he would put it on before sleeping, and rubbed the cloth against his nose, pretending that the scent of the fabric was hers. God, that's how desperate he had been at times.
"Hmm?" Kokoro looked confused for a moment, but before he could elaborate, she looked at the shirt again and then at his eyes. "Yeah, well...almost."
Oh lord, she's so adorable, he wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet and tumble her back on the bed.
Forcing himself to scavenge for food instead, Mitsuru opened the shelves above the small sink. He usually has a small supply in there, but he couldn't remember when he had restocked. Feeling a bit relieved, he found the cup noodles among some canned food. Now, if he could locate the packet of rice, it'd be perfect...
"I have to pee." Kokoro said suddenly behind him, cheeks still pink, her long wavy hair tumbled down to her waist in glorious disarray. She was so cute, he wanted to march over to her and just kiss her senseless.
"Bathroom is second to the left at the hallway." He forced himself to say instead. "You can shower too if you like, but this place run on generators so don't go crazy on the warm water."
"I won't." Well, at least she'll try. Kokoro thought in secret.
It was dark at the hallway, so Mitsuru handed her a flashlight. Kokoro shivered involuntarily.
"Scared?" He whispered, reaching for her hand. She didn't reply but the tight grip of her fingers told him what he needed to know.
"The bathroom has lights so you don't have to worry. I'll wait for you outside the door."
It was still raining hard outside, drowning his voice, Mitsuru had to yell a bit. Kokoro relaxed when he switched on the light at the bathroom which was lined with about half a dozen cubicles on the far end, with sinks and showers on the other side.
"Just use the first one on the right, the rest doesn't work. The shower is on the other side..." He pointed at the shower heads on the opposite wall. "Only the middle one works."
He let her in and stood outside the door as he'd offered, holding the flashlight. Mitsuru switched it off, and just gazed ahead at the opposite classroom. From where he stood, the classroom door was open, letting him see the windows.
It was pitch dark but his eyes slowly adjusted, an occasional flash of lightning illuminated the place every so often, while the rain continued to pour down. Cloaked in darkness, like floating in silence with only the sound of rain and trickles of water—It felt so...surreal. Everything feels so unreal.
Mitsuru suddenly had a soul crushing thought and wondered if he'd dreamt the whole thing, that Kokoro wasn't really here and it was just a product of his deranged mind that made him see and feel her.
The rain outside drowned all noise, and he couldn't hear anything from the bathroom.
He had to know...oh god, and yet he feared knowing the truth. He wasn't sure if he could survive knowing it was all an illusion, it would break him. But he had to know.
His hands suddenly clammy with fear, Mitsuru pushed open the door.
It was lit in a yellow glow making everything appear soft. And there she stood beneath the shower, wet and naked, soaping her body.
Kokoro has always loved the water, even something as simple as a shower was a pleasure to her. And now...dear god...he couldn't look away. She was simply too beautiful.
She was startled a little when she noticed him standing there, but her mouth slowly broke into that sweet smile that was reserved only for him. And he was lost.
-o-
"Miku..." Her voice shivered and Kokoro covered the bottom of her phone. "Mitsuru!" She protested in a whisper. He was trailing kisses down her spine as she sat on the edge of the bed, while he reclined behind her.
"What?" He murmured lazily, then kissed another trail down the small of her back.
"I'm trying to talk here!" Kokoro protested, still whispering. He knew that she couldn't control her voice when he touched her like that, but he kept on doing it.
"So talk...I'm not making any noise." He added with a devilish smile.
Miku didn't like being ignored and made her displeasure known.
"Miku? Yes...I'm sorry for making you worry." She shot him a warning glance.
"I'm with Mitsuru..." Her breath hitched as he wrapped his arms around her and started kissing down the side of her neck.
"No!" Kokoro gasped, he couldn't hear what Miku said but he felt the heat of Kokoro's skin as she blushed. "We were just...talking."
That made him chuckle.
"No one's going to believe that, baby." He whispered against her ear, before tugging the lobe with his teeth. "at least not those guys at the boarding house..."
Kokoro looked at him, her eyes wide with shock.
"Now say goodbye to Miku...unless you want her to listen in to us."
"Wh-what?" Kokoro gasped, unable to believe what he'd just said.
Smiling slightly, Mitsuru took the phone from her hand and spoke to it.
"Hey...I'm raring to assault the pink fortress, and can no longer wait. Kokoro will see you tomorrow." Then ended the call.
"Pink fortress?" Kokoro's brows knitted together as she wondered if it was some sort of password among Parasites.
"This baby." Mitsuru murmured against her ear as he reached over to her front and cupped the soft flesh between her legs.
"Mitsuru!" She gasped, realizing the implications of what he'd just told Miku on the phone.
"Nothing to be ashamed about it, sweetheart." Mitsuru kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. "You're my girl...it's only natural that I'd touch you...that I'd kiss you...and fuck that sweet little pussy." He punctuated the words with softly biting kisses down her neck.
"But you told Miku th-that..." Kokoro gasped as he slid his hand beneath the towel to touch the soft flesh between her legs.
"That I'm about to have you? Yeah." Mitsuru confirmed, smiling unrepentantly.
"I bet she won't be able to sleep, wondering what I'm doing to poor little you all night." He added, making Kokoro blush harder.
Oh god, how could he be so shameless?
"Stop worrying Kokoro." He whispered before biting her lower lip gently. "They'll have to know about us sooner or later. Letting Miku pave the way will just make it easier..." He tugged at her lip then touched her forehead with his. "Lie down, baby."
She didn't protest anymore when he unwrapped the towel from her body. Her firm, curvy breasts tipped with rosy nipples bounced slightly as she lifted her hips to release the fluffy cloth underneath.
"Baby...you're so beautiful it drives me crazy." Mitsuru groaned and sucked in a breath as for one horrible moment, control threatened to slip. The urge to simply grab her and latch onto her nipple like a coarse, untried youth was so strong. Damn, what has happened to him?
He leaned over her, bracing his weight on his arms as he leaned down to kiss her, demanding entry which Kokoro gladly gave. Her nails dug into his skin as his lips closed around her tongue, sucking her into his mouth.
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped as the wet heat of his mouth slowly trailed down her throat. The soft, sexy sounds she made as he ran his hands all over her skin, was slowly driving him mad.
He nuzzled the tender spot where her shoulder met her throat. Biting her…sucking her then sensuously licked the teeth marks.
Mitsuru groaned as he cupped her full breasts, gently teasing her sensitive nipples that have hardened into tight, little buds.
Kokoro called his name as he leaned closer to suck her nipple, drawing in as much of her breast as he could take. She flinched when he bit the rosy bud, sending a new shockwave of pleasure, making her ache even more. Then he kissed the hard little tip, before soothing away the ache with long, hot strokes of his tongue.
The soft flesh between her legs began to throb with need, the petal soft lips spreading to reveal her swollen clit. Spreading for his fingers. Spreading for his cock.
Kokoro screamed as she felt the stroke of his tongue instead. There, right there at her clit that had begged, ached for his touch. She didn't know how or when he moved, all shyness, all embarrassment gone, she could only arch shamelessly against him as Mitsuru continued to lick and suck her. She was so needy, so aroused pleasure came swiftly, but with such devastation, she could only surrender to it, leaving her breathless and shivering.
"Come inside me..." She invited softly as she caressed his face, with fingers that still trembled.
But instead of entering her as she had expected, Mitsuru pulled her while he rolled on his back, until she sat astride him.
"Mitsuru?" Her eyes were wide at the unfamiliar position. Like this, she felt exposed. Her naked body was completely on view. She leaned down on him, pressing her breasts against his chest to hide.
"Show me baby..." He groaned through clenched teeth as he stroked her long hair. "Show me how you want me inside..."
Kokoro shyly sat up astride him, blushing to the tips of her hair.
"Mitsuru..." She didn't know what to do next, looking at him for guidance.
"Spread yourself with your fingers." Mitsuru breathed. "Baby...let me see your pussy...don't be shy." He coaxed her as Kokoro hesitated.
"Oh god, you're so beautiful." He groaned as she exposed herself to him, her fingers hesitantly parted the soft folds, letting him see the tiny slit at her pink center.
"Rub yourself against my cock...Oh, holy fuck!" He hissed as she did what he said, rubbing the slick, wet folds of her pussy against him, caressing the hard, thick length like a warm, soft open mouth.
Clenching his teeth, Mitsuru reached out to touch the sweet clit that has been teasing him since she sat astride his hips. Kokoro flinched and then shivered as he gently rubbed her, her breath broken with soft gasps as he circled the pink pearl of flesh with his thumb, drawing in all the sensations into one intense point, coiling tighter and tighter until pleasure burst in a hot rush of release, making her cry out.
Breathless she collapsed against his chest, while Mitsuru stroked her back. "Grab my cock and put it inside you." He whispered against her ear. He felt the heat of her blush against his skin, making him smile. God, she's so cute.
"Do it baby." He urged softly, kissing the top of her head. "Just hold my cock with your hand and push it inside you..."
Kokoro hesitated for a moment, while Mitsuru coaxed her with soft kisses. "That's my girl." He groaned as her hand closed around him. Oh god, she looked incredible as she hovered just above the tip of his cock. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, not wanting to distract her as Kokoro positioned herself above him.
She gasped as he rubbed against her clit, and for a moment she almost lost her balance.
"Baby...press your hips down. Take me inside you."
"I'm not sure how..." Kokoro gasped, moving her hips experimentally as she leaned down on him until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. Slowly, so slow it was pure, sheer torture, she lowered her hips, forcing her soft flesh open as she pressed against him. Her tight sheath resisted him for an instant, before giving way to his invading hard flesh.
Mitsuru gritted his teeth as he forced himself to stay still. The sight of her soft flesh parting as his cock went in...Sweet Mother of God, her tight little pussy felt good, so good—it was all he could do to stop himself from simply grabbing her hips and shove his cock up her pink, soft flesh.
She was so wet, so warm and incredibly tight, it was the purest of torture to deny himself deeper access when he could simply take what she offered.
"You're too big!" Kokoro gasped, but she didn't push him away, her legs lay pliant and submissive astride his hips.
"It's just the tip." Mitsuru groaned through clenched teeth.
Just the tip as he'd said, but Kokoro felt stretched wide open. She made a small sound as she moved her hips experimentally.
Mitsuru hissed under his breath and held her hips captive. "God, Kokoro...you'll be the death of me." He groaned as her flesh tightened around him, squeezing him exquisitely.
"Like this, sweetheart?" Mitsuru asked gruffly as he clasped the smooth cheeks of her butt and guided her hips to glide over him, slowly sliding his cock in and out of her sweet pink pussy.
Kokoro gasped, her eyes closing shut as she panted lightly against his chest. She made a small sound as he guided her hips to press harder against him, sheathing himself deeper. "Still alright?" He asked in a hoarse voice.
"I'd rather...you be on top." She whispered.
Mitsuru went still for a moment, then kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her. "Alright, baby..."
Slowly he rolled until she lay beneath him once more. Mitsuru nuzzled her throat as he braced himself on his arms.
"Like this..." Kokoro whispered as she ran her hands over his chest, her blue eyes dreamy as she looked up at him. "With your arms around me, I feel...so secure."
"Kokoro..." The words made his heart clench.
"Wrap your legs around me." He whispered against her lips. "Higher sweetheart..." Mitsuru guided her legs around his waist.
Kokoro shivered as she looked at him, he looked back at her with his intense green eyes, then kissed one of her knees before placing her ankle over his shoulder.
It lifted her hips off the bed, making Kokoro blush. The position raised her pelvis higher against him, exposing her soft, pink pussy, the tiny slit invitingly open and undefended.
"Kokoro...oh god, baby..." Mitsuru groaned as he sank deep into her. Pausing for a moment as control nearly slipped.
"That...felt good." She gasped as he pressed deeper into her. "Do it again please...oh sweet lord, Mitsuru...right there!" Kokoro cried out as he continued to stroke that sweet, sweet spot that made her shiver with intense pleasure.
"Keep going." She gasped, cupping his face with trembling hands, her eyes trying to focus on his, but it was no use, the pleasure was too much, she couldn't keep her eyes open. "Don't stop, please...Mitsuru!" She screamed as he pressed against a knot of nerves so sensitive she could only scratch her nails down his back as pleasure imploded in sharp bursts.
"I won't baby...just come for me..." He kissed her gasping mouth, and gave her what she wanted, what she needed.
The wet sounds of flesh meeting and parting in a frantic rhythm was only broken by the creaking of the bed and their heavy breath. But she could no longer hear anything else except the screams of pleasure inside her. Oh god, when will this end? She cried out his name as her hips bucked against him, her body arching taut against his as the force of another orgasm ripped through her.
He kissed her as she cried out softly, stealing the sweet sound of her surrender as her body writhed in his arms, even as intense pleasure pulsed through her being again and again.
"Oh god...oh god..." Kokoro gasped as he repeated the cycle. He was still rock hard, he hasn't cummed yet, so deliciously hot and smooth and oh dear lord, so huge, so thick inside her. She didn't know how much more she could take.
"Yes, baby..." Mitsuru almost groaned as he continued to stroke her. "I'm going to make you come again and again...until you have no strength left...to even lick your lips."
-o-
He woke to the smell of something warm and sweet the next morning. Mitsuru opened his eyes sleepily and saw her standing at the stove, stirring something. She wore nothing but his shirt, leaving her thighs bare, her ash blonde hair tied in one loose braid.
For a moment, he lay there and simply looked at her, savoring the sight of Kokoro as she stood there, humming softly to herself. Then unable to resist the temptation anymore, Mitsuru slowly sat up and pulled up his pants.
"What are you making?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Cookies." Kokoro said, dropping large spoonfuls in a plate.
"Cookies?" He sounded incredulous, how can she make them, he doesn't have an oven in the small kitchenette or enough ingredients. As if sensing his disbelief, Kokoro pulled the cover to show him some of the finished ones.
"Have one." She said offering a bite-sized cookie to his lips.
Not really hungry, but still, Mitsuru accepted the sweet treat. He made a small sound of appreciation and smiled as the rich taste of peanut butter lightly sweetened with maple syrup matched the chewiness of rolled oats.
"Good." He murmured, kissing her cheek. "How did you make these?" It was the closest to the oatmeal raisin cookies he sometimes had during snack time.
"It's Miku's recipe. Just three ingredients." Kokoro said with a smile. "Do you have any jar I can store these in?"
"I can empty one from the cabinets outside." He teased, laughing as a little terror struck her features. God knows what's floating in those jars. Mitsuru shuddered slightly.
"Wait here." He kissed her pouting mouth before opening the shelves to search for a suitable container.
"What's inside those canisters?" Kokoro pointed at his work table. It was full of things she has no way of identifying. The blueprint pinned on the wall behind the desk though, was easier to guess. It looked like Mitsuru was assembling a gun, a big one.
"Gunpowder." Mitsuru murmured, then grunted as he reached for the back end of the cabinet to grab a medium-sized jar that used to contain coffee. "Is this big enough?"
"Yes." Kokoro smiled as she accepted the jar and walked to the sink to wash it. "Are you building a gun?"
Mitsuru looked at his work table and nodded. "Yeah, it's nearly finished. Just have to make bullets soon."
"But isn't that illegal?" Kokoro looked at him worriedly. APE has banned common citizens to carry weapons, the penalty had been high.
"Yes it is. Doesn't mean we can leave ourselves open. There are people who carry smuggled guns...it'd be foolish to be unarmed."
That didn't ease her worries, Kokoro wanted to protest, even though she understood his need to protect.
"Baby don't worry. They have to catch me first." Mitsuru tried to cheer her up, kissing her cheek.
He has always been fascinated with guns, even after the ban. He had constructed some crude models with rubber pellets as bullets before. Looks like his designs only got more complex with the passage of time. That didn't assure her one bit. But what was she to do?
-o-
Miku was sitting at the front steps waiting for them when they rode back to the Boarding House.
"About time you two arrived." She said in way of greeting, waiting as Mitsuru helped Kokoro down the bike.
"Nana said to report to her before doing anything else."
"Nana?" Kokoro didn't know any Nana, then she smiled as she embraced Miku. "Good to see you again Miku. I've missed being with you."
"Yeah...me too. Things will be a lot more interesting now that you're here." Miku hugged back. "Welcome to Mistilteinn 13."
"I'll take you to Nana." Mitsuru said, waiting patiently at the side while the two girls exchanged a few more words.
"Now that Kokoro is here..." Miku cocked her head and looked at Mitsuru. "What about Ikuno?"
"What about her?" Mitsuru shrugged. "They can get her another Stamen."
"Seriously Mitsuru." Miku shook her finger at him. "It won't kill you to be a little nicer, you know?"
"Fine, whatever. I'll talk to her later." Mitsuru said dismissively, then held out his hand to Kokoro. "Take this." He murmured, handing her a key. "My room is the third one on the second floor. Stamens' rooms are to your left."
"Already? You sure do move fast Mitsuru." Miku said, her eyes narrowed with interest as she watched the exchange.
"Go and bother Zorome instead, Miku." Mitsuru muttered but he smiled a bit.
At the mention of her partner, Miku wrinkled her nose.
"Call me when you're done with Nana. I'll inform the others that you're here." She said instead as she hugged Kokoro again.
"Thanks Miku, I'll see you later."
"Anything I can get you from back home?" Mitsuru asked as they walked towards the facility where their caretakers were.
"They said they will send all my things here. It should have arrived yesterday."
"How's your mom?" Mitsuru asked gently.
"Scared." Kokoro said simply. "Sad. They had to take my name off the family register."
Mitsuru squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry, baby."
"I still have you." Kokoro whispered and leaned into him as she fought off the tears.
-o-
"Mitsuru." Goro called out to him and jerked his head to the side, indicating the meeting room.
While the girls threw an impromptu party to welcome Kokoro, banning all the boys, now seemed like a good time to discuss some matters they didn't want the girls to know.
Everyone was already present, even Zorome who was perilously reclining with his chair propped against the wall. Shaking his head slightly, Mitsuru sat on the chair beside him.
"There had been a few casualties recently." Hiro's eyes hardened as a small hologram appeared on the table. "The Pistils bear the brunt of the battle, they feel each hit on the Franxx on their body, some have been injured so bad they weren't able to recover. So many careless Stamens have led to the steady decline of Pistils. There must be something that can be done."
"I heard that Dr. Franxx is working on something that would increase the Pistil population." Goro said grimly. "It's an elixir injection. I've heard that it will increase the yellow blood cells dramatically, but the procedure has a high mortality rate."
"Damn." Hiro clenched his fists. "Are they planning to force more girls to take the elixir?"
"That's possible. To make up for the high disproportion in Parasites." Mitsuru agreed.
"Why can't they just train Stamens to be better pilots?"
"It's the stupid system." Goro muttered. "The Stamens spend more time trying to steal girls than any actual training."
There was a pause as everyone was lost in their own thoughts.
"We can't change how APE runs things...but what can we do to protect ourselves?" Mitsuru broke the silence. He's worried about Kokoro. Dammit, the mere thought of her getting hurt was twisting his insides.
He looked at Hiro as a thought occurred to him. "You pilot Strelitzia with Zero Two. I've heard that it has higher defense and power than the standard ones."
"It's true." Hiro concurred. "What normally would be a fatal blow to an ordinary Franxx, Strelitzia somehow absorbs some of the impacts. I...I don't want Zero Two to ever pilot an ordinary Franxx again."
"Are there any more Strelitzias?" Zorome asked.
Hiro appeared to contemplate. "I'm not sure...but I've heard rumors that Dr. Franxx has built more unique prototypes. I could try tapping into their database. I'll see what I can find."
"Looks like that's our best chance in surviving this." Mitsuru said grimly. "If we could get assigned to stronger Franxx...but it's going to be one bloody competition."
"I'll work on it now." Hiro said, "I'll update you guys later tonight."
-o-
"How's the new recruit?" Hachi asked as his redheaded companion entered the room.
"I've sent her files to you." Nana replied as she took the chair beside him.
"Code FP40-T3NL-556. Her birthday is on June 6, blood type O positive...any medical conditions?" Hachi asked as he updated the Parasite database. "Superficial hymenal laceration ?"
"Yes, she told me that she recently entered into a physical relationship." Nana said. "No real damage done. She should heal just fine in a few days."
"Her hormone shots appear to be up to date, so no worries about unwanted accidents."
"She's clear. Code 556 had been more worried about the physical examination than the injections." Nana said with a smile, then her face became serious. "She's far too gentle to be a pilot. I think we'll have to monitor her mental health more often than the other Parasites."
A/N: Lol I thought the muse will stay broken. For a few days, had trouble shifting gears from dirty smut. o.o;
Mitsuru and guns. Yeah, I figured since they'll be piloting Genista, it'd make sense for him to be quite adept with guns. But considering the control freaks that is APE, I figured they would have banned all weapons, so civilians can't carry arms. Hence, he makes his own. ;)
Thank you LuanaDi and Rosy Pearl for reviewing. Much love. :)
