Collaboration between PPRainwater and myself!
Chapter 7
Oh! My Goddess
(STILL THE PREVIOUS NIGHT!)
The banging was loud. Really loud. So loud it was hurting their ears, causing the girl to moan in pain, a bit. But just a bit.
"Does it hurt?" Undies asked gently, the banging ceasing, but for only a moment.
"A little," Haruhi replied, blushing as the Undertaker lightly brushed her cheek, his finger rubbing against it in an endearing way.
The banging continued. Just as roughly as before, ferociously loud and sadistic.
"Ow stop! Please stop!" Haruhi cried in agony, her cries barely audible with all the noise.
"I don't think I can stop it," the Undertaker whimpered in utmost defeat.
And so, the banging continued on. And on. And on, and on, and on. Bang, bang… Bang. Then, a final, really big, BANG. And with that, it all came in, the surrounding walls taking most of the damage as the entrance pretty much exploded with the force of that final bang.
They were all piled up on top of each other. Honey's face on Tamaki's bum and the twins entangled so terribly they weren't sure where which hand or other appendage belonged to who.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY LITTLE GIRL!?" Tamaki screamed from his place on the floor, looking at Haruhi and the Undertaker.
The Undertaker sat, his bum-bum placed firmly in the confinements of a chair, his black Hanes still the only clothes he wore at present, besides the Haruhi seated in his lap. Their faces the picture of horrified surprise, both pairs of hands were placed over Haruhi's ears.
"Tama-chan…" Honey groaned from the direction of Tamaki's butt. "Did you fart?"
Tamaki's face was priceless at that moment, turning a bright shade of red transitioning into purple.
"No! I'm the king! Kings don't… pass gas," Tamaki said, with utmost mortification.
(Lips like sugarrrrr! Sugar kisseeeeeehs!... Noona neomu yeppeo… Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, ring diggi diggi diggi diggi ding ding ding…. Music… yes.)
(-.-)
"Oh god yes!" Grell waltzed into the room. "Hold me! You beautiful man!" and he promptly glided over to the Undertaker and Haruhi, and tossed Haruhi to the floor then seated himself in Undies lap.
(I really wanna buy metal chapsticks…chopsticks)
(-.-)
"Sometimes, when I'm alone, I like to obsessively eat toilet paper."
"Yeah, me too,"
Two hobos outside of the apartment agreed, nodding.
"What do you think you're doing?" Kyoya, the cool, asked all too coolly as he forced his spectacles up the elegant bridge of his elegant nose, his face contorted into an elegant, questioning stare.
"Quick! Fetch the toilet paper!" Tamaki stood abruptly, causing Honey's head to collide with the floor.
"Toilet paper?" Hikaru asked, pulling his face away from his brother's partially exposed chest.
"Boss?" Kaoru asked, his voice little more than a sigh.
"Yes! The toilet paper, you idiots! Don't you understand!?" He screeched all too kingly.
"I'm gonna throw up…" Haruhi swooned happily, then closed her eyes as she rolled around on the floor, sighing in complete contentment. Then she proceeded to belch very loudly.
"Well, my my… goodness sakes. My goodness." The Undertaker mused, swaying slightly with the burden of Grell's weight.
It was a lovely little display of whatever it was, no one could really say for sure, but it was lovely, that's for sure. That is, until everyone noticed the atrocity transpiring before their eyes, Undies was back, it seemed, in all his hideous glory, clinging to a lovely little Grell while gazing upon the lovely little Haruhi who was currently preoccupied with her drunk induced stupor.
"Oh finally, he has returned to his repugnant self!" Grell cried in ecstasy.
And as Grell screeched in that pleasured way, no one took notice of the wobbling Haruhi, who had begun to make her way out the door of the bedroom, Beatrum. Because you see, Beatrum, everyone was so preoccupied with trying to figure out what Tamaki could possibly mean by 'fetch the toilet paper' and Undies was too far gone, back into his normal idiocy, to notice anything really… so Haruhi, the wafer thin, flat chested, pale creature wobbled happily from the room, muttering to herself about toilets and their various uses.
As she found herself in the living room – as if she had left herself there or something -, she began to take notice of the many drops of sweat protruding from her pores onto her delicately lotioned skin. So, in hopes of ceasing her pores of such wasteful disposal, she tore off her dress in utter rejection. It was a hard and tedious task, ridding herself of such affronting apparel, but she managed it, and proceeded to fling the red dress in the direction of the hallway. She felt so much more free, in only her thin slip and panties, it was its own kind of delight; sparsely dressed delight! A-la-carte!
"Haruhi!" Kaoru cried, just as he realized Haruhi had left the vicinities.
So, with the swiftness of a cat, he sprinted off, down the hall, towards Haruhi, towards the living room, towards the destination he strived for. He sprinted until he was there, next to Haruhi, well, more or less. He had actually ran right in to her, rather harshly, causing the small maiden to fall over, hitting her head against the sofa with a low pfff.
"Kaoru! What have you done to Haruhi!" Tamaki cried from the hallway, lifting her discarded dress from the floor as if it were a delicate flower… A flower heedlessly castoff, unwanted, forgotten… how could she?
"Ohhhh! That dress! I really must try it on!" Grell crooned next to Tamaki's ear, and snatched the dress from him, leaving the king to stare at his now empty hands.
My flower has been taken from me… Tamaki thought idiotically to himself, a deep, symbolic play began taking place in the theater of his mind. Alas, his blond head was far too blundering and blubbery to be anything but utter sap at the moment, and he had completely forgotten about the real Haruhi, who was currently lying on the floor, in a useless heap of sweat and drool, Kaoru hovering over her, trying desperately to see if she were alright without actually touching her. She was dressed far too sparsely for touching to be seemly.
Then, abruptly, Hikaru entered the room, sprinting into the room and shoving his twin aside to get a better look at the unconscious damsel.
"Haruhi?" Hikaru implored, but he was unable to ask much more, because as his face got increasingly closer to hers she was obviously not completely gone from the world, because her arms sprung up, like hungry baby birds, the pale appendages wrapping about his neck tightly. And he lost his balance and would've quite nearly crushed her if he had not reacted as quickly as he did, his arms braced against the carpet of the floor, his face inches from hers, her arms a soft vice about his neck, forcing him closer; a proximity he couldn't find in himself to dislike.
His eyes blinked in surprise, as he couldn't help but notice the subtle, pleased smile adorning the small woman's face, her lips looking quite satisfying and all too delicious at that moment. He felt it then, the blush creeping up his neck, desperate to take over the contours of his astonished face. This, of course, transpired in only a matter of seconds, but to Hikaru, it seemed an eternity, though perhaps a short eternity, in which he hadn't the state of mind to do anything but look upon the girl beneath him. How long had it been? Since when had he forgotten the effect this flat-chested, once-boyish girl had on him, and he was struck again by the oddity it was, that this particular female could cause him to lose his head with just the hint of a smile.
And High School began all over again, at least it did for Hikaru, in his heart anyway. Doki… Doki-doki.
"What are you doing?" Kaoru asked, gently prying Haruhi's loose grip off Hikaru's neck.
Hikaru immediately moved a small space away, muttering about being hot and drinking too much and removed his shirt saying something about it choking him, which Kaoru found rather silly, and narrowed his eyes at his twin, finding confusion etched upon his brother's brow.
"Careful," Kaoru leaned toward his twin and placed a finger upon Hikaru's brow. "You'll get wrinkles if you keep that up, and I can't have that happening," Kaoru smiled sweetly when his gentle touch took its effect and Hikaru seemed to calm down.
A moment passed when nothing really happened. Then Grell burst into the room wearing Haruhi's dress and chaos ensued for a few breathless moments. Then, suddenly, everyone seemed to give in to the more calming effects of alcohol, and they all fell asleep, cuddled on the floor of the living room.
Mori and Sebastian entered the room only moments later, both wearing scrumptious suits, both resembling that of attractive butlers.
"I suppose no one shall be joining us," Sebastian spoke drolly, lifting his pretty little teacup from its saucer and placing the porcelain to his soft lips.
Mori allowed a suggestion of a smile to take residence on his face as he surveyed the room, until his dark eyes caught and held to the form of the small blond boy, at which point the hint of a smile faded abruptly.
(RESUME, THE MORNING AFTER…)
As Mori began cooking the eggs he had been stirring moments before, Sebastian took notice of the girl, collapsed in the doorway.
"My, my, what a mess you've managed to make of yourself," Sebastian said indifferently, seeming to look upon such a scene as this before, perhaps many times in the past. Always so many messes. So many things needing to be cleaned, disposed of, repaired, redeemed even, for that was the job of a butler. To clean things, dispose of things, repair things, redeem things even, that was Sebastian's job. And so, with little hesitation, he went to the girl-in-a-messy-heap and began the task of cleansing the area… and the girl. "Mori, please excuse my absence, I will attend to Gujil-gujil," Sebastian spoke curtly, then left the room with the girl in his arms.
Mori, however, had no idea what a Gujil-gujil was, seeing as how he was, in fact, Japanese, and not, in fact, Korean. He thought that Sebastian, perhaps, was just confused, so Mori decided to mentally forgive him of such a terrible mistake. Seeing as how Sebastian was, in fact, English, Mori suspected that he was another of those people who couldn't tell the difference in Asian attributes; one of those simple-minded blokes who thought all Asians looked the same, when, in fact, they didn't, not at all really. So, with the pale man forgiven, mentally, Mori went back to his cooking of the eggs, undaunted, unaffected, as was his way.
"Oh, you do so remind me of my late master." Sebastian said calmly, his eyes shown like blank abysses, his face lax of all emotion as he tended to the messy body of Haruhi; in Haruhi's own courters, of course, for he intended to dress her.
As Sebastian finished the cleansing of the girl, he looked at her again, holding her wrist in his gloved hand, studying her own hands with much interest, seeming so intrigued by the pale skin.
"It's remarkable… you must be the reincarnation of my master. The resemblance is too canny, as if the universe would enjoy playing a trick on me," he smiled at the thought, then proceeded to look for a nice comfortable pair of pants she might wear, and a t-shirt.
He approached the bed that she laid upon, prepared to remove her soiled clothing(s).
(THE CLOTHINGS BEATRUM!)
(^.^)
As he set the pants and the t-shirt onto the end of bed a certain black shadow entered through the door. Sebastian didn't mind it, sensing the presence to be only the lithe, supple body of the black cat.
But he did cease his movement as something unexpected happened, something so surreal it even boggled the mind of the demon. His eyes began to glow red with the sudden condescending tone coming from beside the bed. His head slowly turned and looked down at the cat, the black cat with big sapphire eyes, a fanged smile stretching its feline face.
"Really now Sebastian, are you so weak now that the universe daunts you? It's been far too long since you've devoured a soul hasn't it? Especially since you were never to eat mine, besides, from what I can tell, you're far too easily tricked to begin with," how cold, how cruel the voice was, the voice that belonged to the cat, the once beloved…
"Master," Sebastian whispered breathlessly, his eyes wide in shock, his face even paler than usual.
"Yes, you finally caught on," The cat said almost amusingly, jumping onto the bed with perfect grace, "I'm disappointed in you Sebastian. Really, I thought you were supposed to be clever, deceiving one. You've been a demon much longer than I, are you so diminished?"
Sebastian simply stared. Seemingly unable to move, he could only watch as the cat inspected Haruhi, then looked back to him with those cool sapphire eyes.
"That big man… Strange," the cat purred. "I like him too. His soul seems so… pure, untainted. Delicious even," the cat grinned, then cast his eyes back on the girl. "But I must ask Sebastian, this girl, she looks an awful lot like me, have you missed me, since my supposed demised? So much that you're catering to her now? Without even the glimmer of hope that you'll receive anything in return? I know why Grell spoke to her last night, wouldn't you like to know too…" the cat then flawlessly leapt to the floor and made his leisurely way to the door, then paused, his tail swishing to and fro as he turned his grinning face back to the pale man. "Another thing, tell no one of my identity… that's an order, Sebastian," his voice alone was a command.
"Yes… Master," Sebastian bowed, his hand on his left breast, raising his eyes at the last instant to watch the little black cat strut formidably out the door and down the hall.
….
Haruhi… her eyes sparkled, an almost hesitant look resting on her perfect visage. He could barely look at her without being brought to his knees with how womanly she looked, since when had his little girl grown into such a beautiful lady? She sat before him, shyness overtaking her every movement; from her downcast brown eyes, to her fingers, gloved in satiny lace, just barely grazing the exposed skin above her small breasts (oh to be the glove on that hand!), as if her fingers could calm the fluttering of her frantic heart caged within her chest, which swelled with every little intake of breath. Her soft cheeks were decorated with the excitement of passion as she mentally prepared herself for what was next to come. To come… TO CUM, TO CUM, TOCUM!
The entirety of Tamaki's being was flustered… yes, in more ways, in more places, than one. His feathers were all in a ruffle.
He stood before his Venus, his excitement was… obviously noticeable… though contained within the gauzy fabric of his Pharaoh's kilt. Golden sandals adorned his feet, golden arm-bands clasped around each of his biceps, arm-bands that were often bestowed upon slaves, for he was a slave to his goddess.
"Sempai… you're making me nervous," Haruhi blushed prettily as she glanced at, then away from Tamaki.
"And why's that, my princess?" Tamaki asked, his voice a soft, tender caress, causing Haruhi to shiver, as he took a step closer. His eyes shown with such adoration, his love fully displayed in the warmth he imparted upon his little princess.
"You're just standing there watching me… it's embarrassing," Haruhi coyly hid her shy smile behind her gloved fingers.
"Oh, then I should come closer shouldn't I?" and he did. The closer he got the more excited he became!
"Mmm," Haruhi grunted softly, as Tamaki's hand traveled the length of her thigh, to her hip, then up to her…
"Tamaki," Haruhi's deep voice caressed Tamaki's ears… deep? He stopped, taking a quick glance at Haruhi's face… and found Mori's black eyes staring back at him, and he bolted upright, breathing rapidly, sweat clinging to his immaculate forehead, and a certain problem sprouting from his nether-regions. "You should take care of that…" Mori mused, indicating the problem at hand.
"Ah… yes," Tamaki stuttered turning about 50 shades of… red.
So he was off, speed walking to the restroom where he could better tend to his problem when he took notice of the happenings in a room, Haruhi's room to be exact. He halted, creeping towards the bedroom door, peeking through the crack, just big enough for a small animal to fit through, and just big enough for Tamaki to see the happenings inside the room clearly. And the happenings were that of that shady-butler-man tucking in his, Tamaki's, goddess.
Mori was in the other room, however, shaking all of the sleeping boys to wakefulness, for after all it was the morning and breakfast was ready and waiting, but first he would have to remind all of them to take care of all of their problems.
NOTE: To all you lovely people who read this, 6 reviews are required for us to continue this... this thing. PP gets bored very easily, she needs your generous encouragement and also about 2 mocha frappe's in order to barf up half of this stuff. Just so you know. She's depleting my savings. Also, when your out driving, I caution you to pay attention to the road, and if you happen to notice a cat having a lovely afternoon crossing the road, you should maybe stop... or at least slow down so you don't run it over. Because, I think sometimes that cats consider cars an extension of their caring masters who spoil the living crap outa them, and because of this, they assume cars won't hurt them. This belief caused the demise of Scar-face.
