Chapter Nine: Acid Tok--
Intermission (Again)
Acid Tokyo. This world was a disaster from the minute we landed to the second we escaped it. Every thing that happened in this world was nothing short of devastatingly, despairingly—
"You know, I can hear you back here, mage. When you gave me half your lifespan, you gave me some of your sharpened sense, too," he calls out, his voice growing nearer.
Unlike me, he hasn't bothered to replace his clothes into any semblance of propriety. They are thrown on casually, and he looks disheveled and slightly amused. I sigh at him as he leans in the doorway. There are young ladies present. It'd be appreciated if you cleaned up just slightly so.
He snorts. "I just came 'round 'cause I couldn't stand your storytelling any more. You make me sound like I'm some sorta manipulative rapist."
I don't know about the manipulation part, Kuro-tan, but as for the rapist end—
A small explosion of giggles bursts from you. He glares and then walks up to me and kneels at my side, his arm resting casually on my lap. Dread grows onto me—dread for about an eighth of the feeling, the rest is excitement…and lust.
You all grin as though heaven's gates have opened before you. Some of you even have the gall to clap eagerly. I hear plenty of you whispering about what you want Kurogane to do to me and how. Dear Lord.
"I know you don't want to finish that sentence," he says casually, his fingers drumming up my thigh.
Kuro-chan, have you been drinking a little too much? You usually hold your liquor extremely well, but for today—
He raises his eyebrows and smirks. "You know I'm sober. If I was drunk—which I never am, and you know that, too—you wouldn't be able to stand tomorrow, and these girls would be passing out by the minute."
I try. I try so hard. And yet the smile still creeps onto my face. Really? Is that so? Care to give it a go? I need to finish this story—but its nearing lunch—so perhaps…
His lips are once again on mine, silencing me. I feel his hands slither into my kimono, and the sash feels looser and looser and now it's undone, and the shrieks are so loud I'm surprised the entire fleet of ninjas doesn't immediately come running and I'm attempting to stop him before we do it right here in front of you but he's stronger for the moment and—
Success. He frowns as I hold up a hand, halting him. That is one thing he'd never do—rush in when I tell him to stop. With one finger I can silence him and with an entire hand I can concern him. At first, for someone like me, it was disconcerting and guilt-inducing. Now? It's fun.
We've already had one…intermission, Kuro-rinta, do we really need another one? You just returned from training and then we did…that, aren't you rather tired?
His eyes immediately are solemn, and his hand—the metal had been covered with skin long ago—brushes against my face, pushing the tousled hair gently away. "Are you tired?" Like always, with these sorts of questions, his tone is always so casual, so indifferent and aloof—but that's what makes it all the more sincere.
I quickly glance at you all from the corner of my eye. Oh my. Did one of you…did one of you just faint? There, in the third row? Is…are you okay, there? Oh. Okay. Just…calm down, now. Don't hurt yourself.
The rest of you don't even notice your fallen comrade. You're all far too busy "kya-ing" and "aww-ing" and in summary, "fangirling".
No, Kuro-pyon. I'm fine. And I would like to do this, too, but you see, I really should finish this—
"That settles it, then." His grinning mouth covers my own, and once again, I feel his fingers, his hands all over me. Touching and probing and stroking and untying all at once. The faux arm had given him extra dexterity, and…God…I must say…it's useful at times…
This time, it's getting so fast and furious and did someone turn the heat up in here?—that I'm afraid we won't make it to the room and finish right here in front of you all.
But Kurogane hoists me up just in time and our lips don't part, and my kimono is slipping off and I do think my sash is somewhere on the ground, and I hold my hand up blindly toward all of you—second intermission. Do something or whatever. Tomoyo-chan might be up for tea again. Just…disperse…and chat or….oh…God………Kuro…sama….