START OF CHAPTER EIGHT-POINT-FIVE
Disclaimer; I don't own anything except for my characters.
Also, this chapter is a bit finicky and has multiple scene changes. If you're worried that's what is happening to the rest of my story, rest assured, it is not. It happens only this chapter and maybe one later. Am unsure. Anyway, enjoy!
The song belongs to Rick Astly, and RWBY belongs to Roosterteeth.
A week later...
Brafez stared up into the starry sky, his sister lying next to him. It was particularly cold this night, yet the two stuck it out, deciding to go stargazing in a meadow.
"Hey Welsh?" Brafez turned to his sister, a few strands of rust-colored hair falling into his eyes.
"Hmm?" Welsha responded, looking over at him.
"Why do we fight the creatures of Grimm?"
"Because...they're fighting us."
"...Do you ever feel...guilty, when you kill one?" Brafez turned to look straight at her.
"Do you?"
"...Yes...I do." Brafez stopped, sitting up.
"Why?" Welsha sat up next to him, her twelve-year old self filled with curiosity.
"I...I wish I had an answer. I don't want to fight Grimm. I just don't feel right. Do you...think they have feelings?"
"Maybe." Welsha said after a long pause.
"Do you think they feel bad when they kill?"
"Probably not."
"Why?" Welsha was struck silent, looking at him with worry.
"Well...Grimm have no souls-"
"How do we know that?"
"Because they don't have Aura."
"...do we have souls?"
"Yes. Why are you asking so many questions?"
"I...was thinking about taking up on Fergus' offer. Project Phoenix."
"Brafez, you know what they do-"
"I know, but...I don't want to feel like this anymore. I want someone else to fight this battle for me."
"Even if that someone else is-" Brafez shrugged, deep in thought.
"I don't know, Sis. I don't think an eight year-old should be having such thoughts..."
"Maybe not." Welsha pulled him tight against her, lying his head on her shoulder. "But as long as we have each other, we should be fine."
Brafez woke up in a cold sweat, his face clammy. Ariad slept beside him, curled up like her animal relative. Petunia was asleep as well. And Pandora was...Well, Pandora. So, she was fucking.
Brafez curled his knees up against his chest, closing his eyes and thinking.
Thinking on what this memory meant.
What it could tell him?
He had a feeling he wouldn't like the answer.
Two months later, San Helios...
"And it is my birthday, mm-cha-ay, don't know what I'll do today, buun-undach, but it is my birthday!" Ariad said, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel of Translucent Lighting.
The cars ahead of her drove slowly, giving her time to think. Plus it probably didn't help to think that she could simply drive over the traffic.
*BZZZ*
"Oh, I wonder who that is?" Ariad mused, pulling over to the side of the road and bringing up her scroll. "Huh, P-Bunny and or Babe wants me to pick her up. Well I can do that."
Ariad pulled back onto the road, heading further into the central city. A smile creased her face a few miles into the drive as she pulled up against the sidewalk, beside Petunia.
"Hey Babe." Ariad flashed a smirk at her favorite flower upon lowering the window. Petunia smiled back, walking in front of her and taking the passenger seat. A guitar-shaped present sat on her lap, with Petunia not even attempting to hide it.
Ariad smirked once more, saying nothing about it as she drove. The affect it was having on Petunia started to show about halfway to their next stop. Her ears were slightly taller as a sign of her irritation, which was growing by the second.
"Will you fucking ask me what is in the box?!" Petunia exploded, wildly gesturing around with her hands while her anger boiled over.
Ariad giggled, reaching over and booping Petunia's nose.
"Boop." Ariad giggled once more at her friend's mounting frustration.
"Okay," Ariad tantalizingly said, stopping the Batman Begins replica at a red light as she leaned forward with a lecherous gaze. "What's in your box?"
"I-I well...I can't tell you." Petunia replied, snapping her head to face away from Ariad.
Ariad leaned even closer, her breath able to be felt on the bunny-girl's cheek.
"Really?"
"Y-Yes...now stop it. You damned fiend."
"Make me." Ariad teased, leaning so close that the blush on Petunia's cheeks were the sizes of apples. Petunia crossed her arms and snapped her eyes shut with a "Hmmph."
"Hey Petunia?" Ariad said, leaning back into her seat. Recieving no answer, Ariad sighed before placing her hand on Petunia's thigh. "You know, as much as I want to unwrap that present of yours," Petunia gave her a weary glare. "I'd much rather unwrap you."
"Ariad! Enough, you Dust-forsaken tease! I've had it up to here," Petunia put the back of her hand against the roof. "With your...your...can you please just not do...whatever you were trying to do, I don't like it and I would appreciate it if you would kindly defer from doing that...ever. Again."
"Oh fine, Babe. I guess I'll tone it down a bit." Ariad said, giving her a small nod.
"Good. Now, where are we going?"
"To pick up Brafez." Ariad said, pulling up to the curb and unlocking the door. Brafez stood outside, talking...or trying not to, with a girl with bright orange curly hair. "Yo B. Get in here!"
"Okay!" Brafez responded, waving awkwardly goodbye to the girl. She waved back with a cheery disposition, standing there like a lost puppy.
"Who was that?" Ariad inquired, looking at him through the mirror.
"Some girl named Penny. Crept up on me, turns out she's definitely a synthetic person." Brafez said, sighing hugely.
"So she's a robot?" Petunia inquired, unintentionally irking Brafez.
"No," Brafez said, leaning forward with steel in his voice. "She is a synthetic person. Refer to her as one."
"O-Okay...sorry." Petunia raised her hands defensively, dropping the subject. Brafez leaned back into his seat, questioning why he had became so defensive over Penny. Oddly enough, he felt a sort of kinship, like they had both been constructed in labs. But they hadn't, so Brafez pushed the thought from his head.
"Oh, synthetic person, huh? How do you know that?" Ariad nonchalantly inquired.
"I used my gauntlets on her motherboard." Ariad said nothing, barely holding down her laughter and tears.
"S-So let me get...I...BWAHAHA! You used your gauntlets on her "motherboard." Ariad said, booming with laughter.
"Wha-...Oh. Huh. That a...that was a poor selection of words on my part. Wow. Sounded a lot better in my head." Brafez mused slowly, mentally face-palming.
"Nice one." Petunia remarked.
"So," Ariad started once the situation had returned to as normal as it could be. "Who wants to go to 80-Decibels?"
"That new music store that just opened up in the Schnee strip mall? Sure, why not." Petunia said, shrugging contently.
"How about you Brafez? You in?" Ariad inquired, looking back at him.
"I could always use more classical music..."
"Then it's decided!" Ariad put the Tumbler in drive, inputting directions from memory. "Off to 80-Decibels!"
At 80-Decibels...
Ariad and Petunia browsed the sections while Brafez went off on his own thing. Ariad had agreed to pay for the music out of the kindness of her heart.
Plus, she wanted extra snuggle-cuddles.
"Excuse me?" Ariad turned around to see a woman behind her. She was nothing different, grey slacks, dull teal eyes, and her hair pulled back into a bun. No, there was nothing special about her. Except for what she held in her hands.
In it was a music collection. A very large, alphabetically stacked music collection.
"Yes?" Ariad asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Are you Ariad Greyhound?"
"Yes," Ariad's hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of Bessie. "Why?"
"You're the Ariad Greyhound?" Ariad narrowed her eyes, readying to strike in an instant.
"Yes," She saw the girl tense up, and readied herself.
Just a single slice through the back of the neck...
"Can I have your autograph?!" Ariad was dumbfounded into silence, not saying a word.
"U-Uh...What?"
"You're the daughter of Xinhua Greyhound!"
"Y-Yeah? What about it?" In truth Ariad had never really known her mother, as she had died two months after her birth.
"You...You don't know?" the woman asked, astonished.
"Don't know what?" Ariad inquired.
"Your mother was an inspiration to us all," The woman pulled aside some of her hair, revealing goat horns. "Xinhua y la grishounds'. It's amazing a band of siblings that grew from such a small town in Vacuo could rise to such fame."
"I don't understand...What do you mean by a band? Like, music?" Ariad asked again, baffled.
"Yes! I have one of her albums, well, actually, all of them, but-"
"Can I listen to one? A song, I mean?"
"Oh, sure!" The girl pulled out a pair of headphones, handing an ear to Ariad. Ariad took it and awkwardly placed it in her ear. The girl hit play on her SchneePod (I'm so sorry. It's the author's fault, not mine!)and soon Ariad found herself moving slightly to the cheery Vacuan beat.
Then, the most beautiful voice she had ever heard started to sing. The voice almost brought tears to her eyes.
"We're no strangers to love, you know the rules, and so do I," Ariad tears well up in her eyes as she heard her father's voice, full of happiness and warmth. "A full commitment's what I'm dreaming of, you wouldn't get this from any other guy-"
Ariad took out the earphone, a few tears forming at the edges of her eyes.
"Oh my...are you-"
"I-I'm fine. Thanks for a-asking. I just...haven't heard his voice in so long." Ariad replied, sniffing. "C-Can I listen to one that has...that my mom in it?"
"O-Oh, sure, here, here, take it." Ariad accepted the earphone once more, stuffing it back into her eager hole. Pervs.
Hypocrite.
Bitch, I do not need this right now! Narrating is a hard job!
Hey, I create the situations!
And I give them life!
AARRRGGG!
RAAAAAGHHHHH!
Xeñoirê, can you give your wife a hand?
Sure thing sweety! We'll finish this later.
Gladly.
*Que Mid-Chapter Intermission*
All right, Narrator, can we come to an agreement?
Only if you can, Author.
Okay, I'll stop calling you a hypocrite-
When I obviously am.
You...And you stop calling me an overbearing pansy.
Okay. We good?
Yes, we're good.
Now can we please get back to the story?
Of course.
Thank you.
*Ahem*
Ariad felt a chill crawl down her back as she heard the most glorious voice start to sing. It was her mother's voice. Huh, I forgot this was italicized. Um, just consider that for added effect.
"Thank you...v-very much...excuse me.." Ariad said, walking away and looking for Brafez. Once she found him, she wrapped her arms over his neck, sobbing joyfully and quietly into his neck. Brafez stiffened (tee-hee), awkwardly placing his hands on her back and rubbing it. After a few minutes, she finally calmed down, sighing greatly. "T-Thank you, Brafez."
"Sure thing. We all need a shoulder to cry on every once in a while." Ariad smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes. She then turned around and started to search for the girl. She had an autograph to sign...
Later that day...
Ariad skipped down the hall, a spring in her step and headphones in her ears.
"I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind-"
Ariad felt a chill crawl up her spine, and she looked to her left accordingly. She stopped walking, with the smirk leaving her face. "Hello Grey. Innocence. Nice to see you again."
Two replicas of herself, one aged eight and the other forty, stood to her left. Innocence, the eight year-old, held the hand of the Grey Storm, the forty year-old. On both of their heads were party hats, and Grey had a party favour in her mouth.
The Grey Storm stood over her by a foot, covered in tattered shreds of once graceful cloaks and scars marking her kills. There was a particularly large scar above her heart, marking her creation, and their first murder.
Ariad would have died laughing at the sight, for Innocence was giving her a usual smile, yet Grey, unaccustomed to the motions, held up the strangest smile on Remnant. I honestly don't know how to describe it, except if you took a dead deer, tore it up, and arranged the body in a way that it resembled a human smile.
Now that I think about it, that is a quite grisly sight, so moving on...
"Happy birthday!" Innocence screamed at the top of her lungs. Ariad was taken aback by the sound, but appreciated the sentiments nonetheless.
"Thank you, Innocence," Ariad said, cleaning out her ears. "Grey?"
"What?" the empathetic, emotionless toned assassin inquired, dissimilar with this tradition. "Happy...birthday? Did I say that right? It feels weird."
"I expected nothing less from you, Grey." Ariad said, her arms crossed. "Come, take a walk with me."
Ariad gestured to Innocence, with her alter-ego's manifestation hopping onto Ariad's shoulder, held in place by her. The three (one), walked down the marble halls, with Ariad initiating small-talk from time to time, and Innocence gleefully joining in on conversation.
They stopped a few steps away from the servant's quarters, and, oddly enough, the distinct and breathy moans that usually came from Pandora were not heard. Ariad felt her face scrunch in confusion, and placed her ear to the door.
"Please, just leave." Pandora's voice sounded...fragile, a trait one would not attribute to the Grimm girl.
"Are you sure? I can come back another-"
"JUST GO." Pandora hissed from behind the door, with the sound of footsteps coming soon after.
Ariad retracted her head from the door and took a few steps back, majorly frazzled by the incident. After a few seconds, the door opened, with a maid named Alliasa exiting the room with haste. Ariad waited for the maid to leave before opening the door, curious as to what she would see.
She felt a single gasp leave her lips as she saw Pandora with her knees to her chest against the far wall. She was naked from the waist down, and, while at times Ariad might have been curious, she had to admit that Pan was exceptionally...curvy. Pandora's tail lay slumped against the floor, moving slightly from side to side. The Grimm girl was crying silently, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
Ariad immediately banished her alter-egos and practically bounded the length of the quarters in two steps.
"Pan? Are you all right?" Ariad asked, crouching down next to her. Pandora blinked, removing her head from her hands and looking at her with big, puffy eyes.
"I...I don't know..." she muttered softly, sounding lost in her thoughts.
"You didn't get...You know...-" Pandora laughed darkly before shaking her head, further confusing Ariad.
"No..No...nothing of the sort...I just...I feel wrong."
"Pan, can you start from the beginning? I kinda want to know the whole story." Ariad stopped her before adding, "And please omit any and all sexual encounters. I've seen enough of you for one day."
"All right...I started off my day like I usually do...guard duty, same shit different day, am I right? Anyways, I take a shift off to relax and enjoy the carnal pleasures, as I am wont to do, and when we, that is Alliasa and I, finally get into the good parts, I just...feel weird. I don't know how else to explain it." Pandora looked at her with hopeful eyes, entrusting Ariad to have the answer.
"Well...I..What does it feel like?" Ariad finally decided to say.
"It feels weird. Like I just told you."
"Do you feel alone? Isolated? ...forgotten?" Ariad said slowly, remembering that those were feelings she once felt up until a few months ago. "Like you..need someone?"
"...I don't know...I guess...it feels like I want something. But I just can't figure it out."
"Do you want a relationship?" Ariad inquired, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"With you?" Ariad felt her cheeks heat up at the possibility.
"Well...I-I...I'm not particularly interested in you-" Ariad started to say, before Pan interrupted her.
"That's because you're interested in Brafez." Pandora stated, stopping anything Ariad could say in her tracks.
"Was that obvious?" Ariad asked with actual curiosity.
"No, but I'm a very good deductor."
"Oh..." Ariad looked at her again, before internally agreeing that Pandora did indeed have very good deductive skills. "I can't disprove that-"
"Well, I think you need to know something about me..." Pandora gestured for Ariad to lean closer, before whispering something into her ear. Ariad pulled back sharply, her eyes wide.
"And he didn't...couldn't understand that...You loved him more than as just an owner?"
"Yes. Brafez is quite emotionally stunted in several spots. He has a good heart, he's pure. Most Grimm are just plain evil, but I am impurity. He is the one thing, no matter how much I want, that I can never attain. But you are his friend. Guide him, nurture him, and when he is ready, tell him what I told him. Maybe he shall understand."
"I mean...I-I don't love Brafez...it's really, honestly just a small crush. I think I also have one on Petunia as well..." Ariad murmured, thinking it over.
"Then tag-team that shit! Threesomes are great!" Pandora announced, slapping Ariad on the shoulder.
"Please, I can hardly get those two in a room without them going at each other's throats." Ariad snorted in kind, sitting next to Pan. "Hey Pan?"
"Yeah?"
"Say that I had a daughter...do you think she would love you?" Ariad inquired, turning to face her.
"That's a rather peculiar question...are you saying that you have a daughter that we don't know about?"
"No! No. It's just that...I don't know, it was a strange question." Ariad shook her head and bumped it against the wall, sighing hugely."Do you actually like guys?"
"Oh, well...I see them as the occasional commodity of having a dick, but I already have one when I'm in my Grimm form, so...I much rather prefer girls over guys. You're not seriously interested in me, are you?"
"No, Pan, I'm not. While you are a very beautiful girl, I would not date you, because it is not my place."
"What do you mean?"
"I believe everyone has their place in this world, whether it is good or evil is arbitrarily up to them, but, I think you just have to wait, so that one day...Your perfect girl will come to you. Might take two years, might take twenty, but, it'll happen." Ariad took a locket from her pocket and opened it, revealing a picture of her at six years old and her father.
"And how do you know that?" Pandora asked curiously, leaning in.
"I don't. But I figure if I guess enough times, that I will eventually get it right. And Pan, can I ask of you a birthday wish?" Ariad turned to face Pan.
"What would that be?"
"Can you...kiss me? I know it's a weird question, but I just want a taste of what Brafez missed out on. Can you pour out your heart and soul into this one? I want it to be special."
"...oh. I guess I can. Prepare yourself, I guess..." Pandora leaned closer, her hand ending on Ariad's cheek. She tilted her head upwards before sitting up and placing her lips against Ariad's, giving them a slight push. Then, Pandora pulled away, unexpectedly, as one would assume that she would tear into Ariad with a deep burning passion.
"Is that it?" Ariad asked, giving her a confused look.
"I treated you like I would treat Brafez." Pandora said plainly. Ariad nodded her head in understanding.
"Fair enough."
"Happy birthday kitten. Now go and celebrate your Dust damned birthday." Pandora said, hauling Ariad to her feet and kicking her out the door.
Ariad looked back at the closed door and shrugged, continuing on with her birthday adventure.
"Ughhhhh...I am fucking pooped. It's official, fuck shopping and all it entails." Ariad said, leaning against the doorway that lead into the Schnee estate with several bags at her feet.
She sighed before grabbing the bags, walking to the servant's quarters and kicking the door open. Upon doing so, she beheld a peculiar sight.
"It's time to D-D-D-D-DDDD-DUEL!" Brafez exclaimed, bringing a card down onto the table, halfway through the game. Petunia eyed him with a smirk, bringing out a card of her own.
"I employ my Death Stalker legions-"
"And I use my Nevermore swarm!"
"You two are such fools-," Pandora said, slamming a card down. "YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP-CARD! I destroy both your forces, leaving Remnant to the Grimm."
The two losers slumped, sitting down in their chairs as Pan smugly smiled.
"How do you do that?" Petunia asked, glaring at her.
"She is very perceptive; I've yet to beat her." Brafez answered, rearranging the cards.
"Well, who knew that our lovable gentleman-monk was such a dorkasaurus?" Ariad quipped, winking at him.
"Happy birthday Ari!" the three said in unison, catching Ariad off-guard.
"Thank you. Please don't do that again." Ariad said, standing in the doorway. "Getting along quite well, I see."
"Yeah," Petunia said, looking at him. "Once you get to know him, he actually isn't that bad."
"I'm not saying I told you, but..." Brafez remarked, standing up.
"I told you so." Ariad finished for him, hands on her hips. Brafez looked over at her, a look of worry appearing before vanishing in an instant. Ariad raised her eyebrows before Brafez shook his head.
"Later." he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Allll right," Ariad proudly looked over her friends. Such amaze, much awesome, so wow. "All you mother fuckers are invited to my birthday party."
In response, she received a roar of approval.
And so, with a smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eyes, Ariad proclaimed "Let the games...begin!"
And with that, the birthday party of the super spectacular Ariad Greyhound began!
Among the festivities included were drinking, spinning the bottle(which ultimately resulted in a heart-warming scene between Brafez and Pandora.), more drinking(ah teenagers), passing out and waking up four hours later, and then cake. Lots and lots of cake.
Mmm, sweet, sugary goodness.
And then, well...
Brafez woke up with a migraine, thinking that it equaled to getting hit by an Ursa Rex. "Never...drinking...again." he mumbled, sitting up sluggishly.
Ariad mumbled incoherently to his left, her stomach distended and her face green.
"Um, Ariad, why do you look like that?" Brafez inquired, confused by her condition.
"Too...much...cake. Not..best...idea." Ariad said, looking straight up at the ceiling.
"No, I meant why do you look like an impoverished youth?"
"Oh, I was just drawn this way for this particular scene." Ariad sat up, looking perfectly fine, except her hair was frazzled and her eyes were bloodshot. "See, perfectly fine."
"That's good." Brafez responded, hunched over. "Wait, where's Pandora and P-Bunny?"
"Don't know. I thought I saw them leave earlier but I'm not sure. Shame, would've liked to see Petunia one last time before she left..." Ariad said, ending on a suggestive tone. Brafez puffed out his cheeks and stood up, walking briskly from the room and out onto the balcony. "B-Brafe?! Where are you going?"
"Away from you!" Brafez shouted, rather uncharacteristically. After that, he slammed the balcony doors shut, leaving Ariad confused and hurt.
Cautiously, Ariad walked over to the doors, pushing them open to see Brafez resting his head on the railing, his shoulders rising and falling sporadically. Gasping at the scene, she walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder before he shrugged it off.
"Just leave me alone." Ariad heard him mumble through his arms.
"Brafez, why are you acting like this?" She received no answer. After a long few minutes of waiting, Ariad had had enough. "What the fuck is the matter with you?!" Ariad yelled, spinning Brafez around and shaking his shoulders.
"..." He murmured something so quietly that even she had trouble hearing him.
"What?"
"I said I know you like me." Brafez stated, looking up at her with angry eyes. Ariad's eyes widened on instinct, and she backed away, dropping him.
"W-Well...Yeah, I do. I do like you." Ariad admitted, shrugging.
"Then why are you doing this to Petunia?"
"Doing-"
"You're using her as a distraction. Away from your feelings for me." Brafez said, walking over to her.
"I...I-"
"Just be quiet." Brafez said sternly, placing his hands on either side of the wall behind her. "You are a monster, using her like that. To think that my best friend would do such a thing sickens me. She is our friend, but you do not use a friend like a play-thing. Petunia cares about you, and in response I care for her. I will not just sit and watch as she gets hurt. Do you like Petunia?"
"I...I don't kn-"
"Answer me!" Brafez exclaimed, slamming his palms against the wall before lowering his head and crying. "Ariad, I-I trust you. To think that you would do such a thing to your friend...it scares me. What if...What if you do that to me? Am I just another..."
Ariad felt her heart break in two, deeply disturbed by what he had said. Did he really think of her that way? That she was a...monster? That hurt.
"B-Brafez...I," she closed her eyes, ashamed of herself. "I'm so, so sorry...I never thought about what I was doing...I just needed a place to vent, to stop thinking about you..."
"Do you...do you love me?"
"I..." Ariad stopped dead, searching within herself. Did she? She wasn't used to these feelings... "I wish I knew...I know that I'm attracted to you...But I don't know to what extent."
"Okay..." Brafez said, suddenly pushing her back against the wall. "Promise me you'll never do this again!"
"I promise."
"Good, because I couldn't...couldn't bear the thought of you..." Brafez sunk to his knees with a sniffle, backing up against the railing. "I-I care about you, Ari. I don't want you to leave me...You're special to me...even if I don't know what that means."
"T-thank you..." Ariad walked over to him and sat down, wrapping arm around his shoulder. "Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure what it means either. But...as long as we have each other, we should be just fine."
"You promise you won't leave me?" Brafez inquired, looking at her with hopeful eyes.
"Brafez, in my line of work...I can't promise you that I'll always be around, but...as long as I live, I will be there for you."
"Okay..." Brafez nodded his head, lying down on her shoulder. After a long silence, Brafez looked at her, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Hey Ariad?"
"Yes B?" Ariad said, turning to face him, her cheeks heating up slightly at the proximity of his face to her own.
"T-This may seem like a childish request but...can you tell me a story?" Brafez inquired, his cheeks bright red.
"Well...I can try and think of one...umm...Once upon a time-"
"Ugh."
"Really? You asked me to tell you a story."
"Make it interesting, please."
"Fine...long ago, there lived a great king. Yet contrary to popular belief, he wasn't so popular. Everyone hated his rule, and then the people began to grow restless. The people soon overthrew the king, and tried to make their own government. Sadly, they failed, and soon the kingdom broke down into anarchy. As the last drop of blood spilt into the kingdom's ground, the land remained silent. And so is the way of man..." Ariad said, finishing her story.
Brafez had fallen asleep on her shoulder, and in a rather cute way as well. His cheek was smooshed up into his face, making his eyes seem bigger than they truly were. Ariad sighed, before she too fell asleep, her head knocking against his as she drifted off to dream land...
The next morning...
Oddly enough, when Ariad woke up, she found herself in a soft bed. Not only that, but there were also these two squishy pillow things lying on the bed, under the covers beside her. Now that she thought about it, they seemed too fleshy to be pillows. So that only meant...
"Breasts?" Ariad whispered in horror. Looking up, she saw Petunia's sleeping face. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Hopefully not literally!
Looking down, Ariad saw that she was naked, along with the bunny-girl next to her. Her cheeks immediately heated up and her eyes widened as Petunia slowly awoke.
"A-Ariad? What...What are you doing in my bed?" Petunia groggily asked, not fully-awake yet.
"U-Um...I-I don't know." Ariad stuttered, pointing down with a free hand. The girl laying beside her raised an eyebrow, lifting the covers up slightly and peering under them. She quickly snapped them shut, her face turning bright red in an instant.
"Ariad...why are we naked?"
"I don't have a fucking clue."
It was at that point when the covers were cast aside, revealing the extremely erotic pose the two were in. As horror dug its way into their faces, the roaring laughter of the one and only Pandora could be heard. And it was downright diabolical.
In an extremely anime fashion, Ariad teleported over to her and Brafez's bed, slipping under the covers as Petunia pulled the sheets back up to her chest.
It was at that moment Brafez decided to wake up. No, he was not naked.
It was much, much worse.
"W-What's going on?" Brafez asked, having just woken up. He soon realized a very naked Ariad was clutching his half-naked body in a death-grip, and that Petunia herself was naked as well.
"Y-Your perverted pet put us in a bed together!" Petunia shouted, glaring daggers at the Grimm girl.
"And she disrobed us!" Ariad added, clutching him tighter.
"Pan-..." Brafez stopped, his face losing color as he felt a very private part of Ariad brush against his calf. Ariad herself, didn't seem to notice. He felt like he was going to die from either very, very awkward arousal, or a nose bleed. He wasn't entirely sure. Possibly both.
"A-Ariad, you do realize I'm only wearing boxers, right?" Ariad turned to him, a puzzled look on her face.
"Wha-" Ariad felt her hand slide down his chest, brushing against his abdominals. Her face immediately turned even redder.
"And that you are holding me in a sideways grip?"
"What about it?" Ariad asked, her fingers tracing up and down his stomach.
"In addition to you being fully unclothed?"
"Oh please, you know you like it."
"..." Brafez went deathly silent as he felt his calf getting the slightest bit moist.
"YOUR VAGINA IS BRUSHING AGAINST MY THIGH, AND I FIND IT REALLY, REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE." Brafez yelled, his voice breaking.
"What? No, my va...gin...a...is...oh my dust you're right." Ariad said, her face draining of all color.
"Why would you do this?!" Petunia seethed, grabbing Surkov and decapitating Pandora mid-laugh. The room went silent as they all stared at her, shocked beyond belief. "P-Pan?"
The Grimm girl in question crumbled to dust, flowing out an open window.
"...Pandora?" Ariad whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
The only one who didn't seem affected was Brafez, giving Petunia a glare.
"...Oh Brafez...I..."
"Dick. Move." Brafez responded, waiting as the dust billowed back into the room, right where Pandora had been standing. Then out of the dust flew Pandora, holding the back of her neck.
"What the fuck?!" the Grimm girl inquired. She was quite angry.
"...Pan!" Petunia leapt from her bed, hugging Pandora in a death-grip. "O-Oh...I-I t-thought I k-killed y-you!"
"Um...sorry?" Pandora looked at Brafez, not knowing what to do.
"Hey Brafez, why does your leg seem so stiff and rigi...That's not your leg, is it?" Ariad stopped, her cheeks on fire. Brafez shook his head, mortified.
*sigh*
"Dust dammit."
END OF CHAPTER EIGHT-POINT-FIVE
A.N. I ever tell you guys how much I love torturing my characters?