Second left, right, left again down the stairs...where the heck am I? Natsuki tried to mentally remap her way but it was useless. The shock had put her in a trance and before she knew it she was completely lost. What was in that woman's mind anyway so carelessly walking the school's halls after what she did to Natsuki. She scanned the corridor. There were class rooms on both sides but it all seemed long deserted.
Ok, don't panic. I just have to find a window and figure out where I am. In that quietness she heard a shuffle, as if the wind moved a heavy curtain. She walked in the direction of the sound, hoping to find a window view to the outside. She was sure that Mai was pissed off at her by now, or at the very least worried.
Tch...a dead end again. She scratched her head in annoyance. When she turned around to walk back she felt the floor move under her feet. She started sinking into it like she would in a deep puddle of mud. Her heart rushed in her throat blocking whatever screams would come out. Just a moment later Natsuki looked down to see her feet perfectly stable and planted on the ground. She grasped her uniform over her heart, breathing heavily.
What on... Her trail of thought was interrupted when the walls started changing shape, moving, coming to life. Her knees felt weak and Natsuki shook in terror. Hands and other body parts came reaching out for her. Backing away from one wall, the other wall grabbed onto her in the same manner. She yanked herself away with a whimper and dropped her bag. This couldn't be happening, none of it could be real. Her legs started moving before her mind did.
"Hime sama...Ohime sama..." The walls cried out in a deafening hum.
"Touch me...hold me...ohime sama!" The hands that reached Natsuki grabbed her and pulled her towards the living wall.
"Hime sama,please!"
"Let go. H-Heeelp! Anyone...please!" Natsuki's voice came out strangled but she managed to scream for help although she didn't hope for any. She kicked and tossed but where she escaped some grasps, others took over, begging, crying, entrapped in a different realm.
"Love me...consume me. Hime sama.!" Arms felt at her breasts, around her waist and thighs, mouths and fingers touched her neck, hands pulled her hair and clothes. The wall looked like it was about to incorporate her.
No...please...let go. I can't breath...I can't. Natsuki's vision, blurred with tears, strained to look for something to grip and hold on to. Through the haziness a hand reached for her but she felt too exhausted to grab it. Her body was paralyzed by the extraordinary pressure and pain that pulled her in like a spiral. It looked like the hand that was offered belonged to her mirrored image. The face of her other self was eerily calm and infinitely kinder than she'd ever looked. When she mustered enough power to reach back with an arm, the wall's hands covered it and pulled it back.
"Stay with us, love us, ohime sama."
"Nnngh..." With one last effort she threw herself in the direction of the salvaging hand and grasped it. It was so warm that her chest constricted and tears came back anew in her emerald eyes. This time, Natsuki slid out of the terrifying grasps with no opposition and fell on the floor, short of breath and trembling like a new born calf. There was no trace of anyone being there, besides her.
Weak and disoriented, she tried to stand but fell back on her knees and hands several times before finally stumbling to her feet. There was a high pitched hissing in her ears and her uniform stuck to her perspired back. In the heat of the summer she had to wear a long sleeved undershirt to cover her bruised wrists.
Down the desolate hall of horrors, Natsuki spotted an open door. With wavering steps, she reached it and peeked inside cautiously. There was a book case on one wall, a long table in the middle of the room and a small desk by the window. Natsuki walked in, one slow step after another. The wind blew and moved the curtains, sounding like what the freshman heard in the beginning. She faintly registered the sound of the creaking wood floor coming from behind.
"So you found it." Came the president's sultry voice. The freshman snapped around and green met ruby. How much more could her heart be taking before it would come out splattering blood, she wondered. She backed away from the other woman until she stumbled into a trash bin, lost her balance and fell flat on her bottom.
"What's going on in this school?" She yelled, her nerves stretched to their limit. "Who are you? What is this place?" Her hair a damp mess, stuck to her face, in her mouth, over her neck. Shizuru licked her lips tasting the fear in the air. She smelled the blood pounding in Natsuki's veins, young and sweet.
Oh...Only then the older girl observed the cuts and scrapes on Natsuki's knees. The reason why the air reeked with heavy iron. Natsuki had also cracked her arcade. Strands, darker then the bottom of the ocean, mingled with the thick, sticky red at her brow. Shizuru tried to steady her breath but wave after wave of pleasant warmth shook her body. But it wasn't exactly right, this hunger of hers. Usually she didn't have a hard time keeping it in check. In her long life she learned her weaknesses and conquered them. Her eyes glowed bright red and her mouth watered so much that she had to gulp every few seconds. She tried to still herself by looking away, her arms hugging her upper body. Natsuki's chest rose and fell at the same pace with hers, her face blushed to the tips of her ears and down her neck.
"What is going on? ah hah...what did you do to me?!" She could hardly put words to her storming thoughts. Was she drugged again? But how? Impossible. Then what made her squirm and tingle so? The two girls were plugged to each other, with each breath, Shizuru could feel her skin heating and her hairs standing as if Natsuki's words brushed directly over it. She pushed her thighs together, under the layers of clothes her breasts felt painfully constrained. The president wanted to scream in frustration.
Not only do they look the same but...now this. She trembled and smiled sickly after.
"Younnng...you look just like her." Shizuru managed trying not to growl. "I was so surprised, ah!...hah...when I saw you at the welcoming party." She panted.
"What are you on about? This is completely weird..." Have I lost my mind? The freshman wondered.
"Sa-Saeko sensei...you look just like her. So I had to hahng...to make sure." If Shizuru thought that explained anything she was too lost in her own fever but Natsuki's eyes shot up when she heard that name.
"But, your blood is...your blood is different." She looked for support on the metal table but ended up leaning over it with her torso and arms flush against the surface. She enjoyed the cold feeling against her raging blush. Her honey colored tresses cascaded around her shoulders and in her face.
"You knew my mother?" There was hope in Natsuki's voice. Her senior gasped.
Shizuru drew a shaky breath. Even after her death Saeko was still causing problems for her. She arched under Natsuki's intense stare. This young, virbant being pinned her down with her predatory eyes. The freshman had no idea about the look on her face but she felt it between her thighs and in her tight chest. A wanton feeling of ridiculous proportions. Just like the crying and the moaning in those walls it was in plain sight, her desire for the other woman.
"Did you?...know my mother?" All Natsuki could do in her state was to crawl on the floor, although her knees hurt and her palms felt sticky with sweat. She made her way towards the older woman, dragging herself on all fours.
"Stay away. Don't come any closer." Her senior begged but her knees bucked, her hands clenched and unclenched while her nails dug in the flesh of her palms. Then she felt it, without even touching a drop of blood, she felt it pushing downwards and against her lips. She swallowed hard at the thick saliva. Dusty books, clipped papers and a metal support were swooshed to the side and unto the floor when Natsuki reached her side and pulled herself up by pawing at the senior's uniform.
"That's...hah...my line." The dark haired girl husked. Her hands traveled from Shizuru's shoulders to her arms and further down. Fingers snaked around the president's wrists holding her in place. Their hips were tightly pressed together with the blonde's behind hotly snuggled into Natsuki. The older girl was at her limit just from being held like that. She couldn't understand but her hazy mind had shut down any logical thought.
To be continued...