Warning: Fanfic rated M: for sMexy Mikoto. Please mind the rating and genres.
Fall into the Depths
CHAPTER 11:
Thursday. It was Thursday already.
Kuroko stared at the date on her phone in disbelief. The past three days had flown by so quickly, she could barely remember any details of the daily events since Monday. Although, it was probably due to the fact that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Nothing out of the ordinary related to school or Judgement work, that is. Classes, lunch, more classes, work, everything had been the same as usual.
On the other hand…
"You know what they say," Kuroko heard a girl walking past giggle to her group of friends, "time flies when you're having fun!"
"Nngh?!"
Kuroko reddened and ducked her head into the locker, forcing herself to breathe.
In the darkness of the compartment, she stared at the time blinking on the mobile screen as her heartbeat started to race.
'What if Onee-sama doesn't come tonight?'
The sudden, panicky thought passed through her head for what must have been the thousandth time that day.
She should have given her an incentive to come back. She should have made Onee-sama promise she'd come back. Would that even stop her from thinking twice about not coming if she didn't want to? Would Onee-sama care if she broke a promise? Kuroko's brain throbbed with the growing stress. What if Onee-sama decided she didn't want to visit anymore? Or even worse, what if she forgot?! What if something happened and she never showed up ever again, leaving Kuroko wondering forever what had happened?!
'Ahhhh… Just one more class to get through,' she encouraged herself miserably. A large pile of Judgement work awaited her at home. She didn't particularly feel like doing them today. Perhaps she could skip out and do them tomorrow…
'No, what am I thinking? If I skip today's work, I'll just have a bigger pile waiting for me tomorrow!'
It didn't help that Konori-senpai had passed on some of her share this week. While Kuroko was happy to assist, a small part of her resented the older girl for it. Why this week out of all weeks? Couldn't Konori-senpai see that she was occupied enough as well? Last thing she needed was more work to do while her motivation slipped away.
Someone suddenly bumped into her, rudely throwing Kuroko out of her reverie and making her head bang against the side of the locker.
"Oops," the person said. "Sorry".
They didn't sound sorry at all.
Kuroko glanced up, rubbing her smarting temple. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of a tall brunette who stood before her with an arrogant smile. The girl's usual group of friends lingered behind her, wearing similar smug expressions as if they were an army of perfectly manufactured dolls. Before Kuroko could speak, the girl had already opened her mouth.
"Oh look, it's our dear Judgement officer," she drawled. "I wonder why she is out here all by herself? Moping again like the total loner she is, maybe?"
The other girls sniggered as Kuroko's jaws tightened. Typical. Suzuki Yuriko was as bitchy as ever.
Kuroko drew herself up as tall as she could. Even then, she only barely reached up to the other girl's voluptuous chest.
"A woman needs her private space," Kuroko retorted with a dignified air. She looked at her straight in the eyes. "I already declined your generous offer for a spot in your clique, so why do you keep chasing me down? Are you that desperate?"
The pretty brunette was rich even by Tokiwadai's standards. The fact alone earned her great popularity among the shallow-minded much to Kuroko's distaste.
"Wha- I do NOT!" Yuriko's face twisted into a scowl.
"Well then, is this about the birthday party invitation?"
"Mark my words, Shirai-san," Yuriko hissed. "You'll regret making me look like a total fool in front of the entire class."
"Sorry, but like I said, I have far too much Judgement work to spend my time on unimportant matters." Kuroko twirled a pigtail around casually. "I actually have a brain, you see."
Yuriko's eyes twitched as she forced a smile.
"Oh really? Is that why you snooze during class instead of listening to the teacher these days? I never thought I'd see THE Shirai Kuroko getting scolded by the teacher for not paying attention. If you ask me, that so-called brain of yours is totally losing track."
"Maybe you should pay attention in class instead of watching me," Kuroko didn't miss a beat.
"Hm, but someone has to watch after you now that Misaka-senpai is gone. I wouldn't want to find you weeping outside the toilets or something. It hit hard, didn't it? Being abandoned like an unwanted pet."
Kuroko bristled. "Mind your own business."
She quickly turned away. Her jaws ached from all the tension. She pretended to be busy organising her locker as she desperately wished for the obnoxious girl to leave. Luck didn't seem to be with her today.
"So, Shirai-san," Yuriko continued lazily. "Is it true you bawled in your dorm room for three days straight after Misaka-senpai left?"
"No," Kuroko said curtly. She had no idea who initially spread them, but those kinds of rumours were apparently still floating around.
Yuriko didn't seem fazed by the frigid response. "Come on, you can totally tell me the truth." The brunette leaned in and grinned down at her. "I won't tell everyone what a cry baby you secretly are."
'Ignore her, ignore her…'
"I always admired Misaka-senpai because she was a Level 5 top shot, but she must be one cold-hearted bitch, huh?" Kuroko heard Yuriko say. "Following her around like an eager puppy… Was that even worth it in the end, Shirai-san? She left so suddenly, I bet she totally didn't even say a proper goodbye to you."
Kuroko's hand curled around a pen in her locker and froze. She felt herself tremble and tried to drown out Yuriko's words. It was futile. Why couldn't humans close their ears?
"She just disowned you like that right?" Yuriko snapped her fingers to illustrate her point. "Poor, abandoned puppy… I bet you totally felt worthless without Misaka-senpai in your life! But you know, if you need someone to worship that badly, you're totally welcome to come and lick my boots anytime, Shirai-san. How does that sound?"
Kuroko gripped the pen so tightly it suddenly snapped. The ink exploded, leaving her hand drenched in blue liquid. She spun around and glared at the brunette furiously.
"Go lick your own dirty boots, Suzuki Yuriko!"
She roughly pushed on the girl's chest with the ink-soaked hand. It left a juicy blue handprint on the girl's jumper as she stumbled back. Yuriko's green eyes rounded when she saw the mess.
"Urgh! You total bitch!" Yuriko shrieked. "Look what you've done!"
Kuroko stood shaking as the other girls rushed to Yuriko's aid with handkerchiefs. Despite having released some of the anger physically, she still felt mad. Girls said horrible things about Onee-sama because she was no longer here. Even those who had been avid fans of the Railgun had turned away in disappointment after her sudden leave. In Tokiwadai, Misaka Mikoto was like a distant dream, glorified by some, forgotten by many, turned into a nightmare by others. The meaner girls in the Queen's clique had taken the opportunity to badmouth the Railgun, spreading atrocious lies about the reasons why the famous Misaka Mikoto had abruptly left.
Why was everyone so stupidly ignorant?!
But then, how could she blame them when Kuroko herself had been so blind this whole time?
Even now, it didn't feel real.
"I saw her last night," Kuroko whispered. Saying it aloud made her feel better, more confident.
Yuriko's eyes narrowed. "What are you mumbling about? I'm still totally waiting for your apology!"
"I saw her this whole week. Every single night!" Kuroko paid the other girls no mind and looked directly at Yuriko as if daring her to argue. "She came back to me every single night simply because she wanted to!"
Yuriko blinked in confusion and then sneered. "Huh? Are you totally losing it or something?"
Kuroko gritted her teeth and turned away.
"You wouldn't understand."
Kuroko slammed her locker shut and walked away from them. She could feel the girls' stupefied stares boring into her back, but she didn't care.
It was all right. She simply needed to have a more faith in her Onee-sama and trust that she would come back again tonight.
XXXXXXX
"Chief Kuroko, huh?" Mikoto's lips twitched up against Kuroko's bare skin. "I rather like the sound of that."
"It's really no different from the usual, Onee-sama," Kuroko replied dismissively. "It's just more Judgement work, which I can handle."
"Mm, if that's the case, can you handle this?"
Mikoto was biting her again. Kuroko hissed and tried to twist away, but Onee-sama's grips on her arms were too powerful to wriggle out of.
"Not so rough, Onee-sama," Kuroko winced.
Kuroko's attempts to get Onee-sama to open up were not working at all. She had hoped her recounts of the most recent developments in her life would be met with a similar response in kind. Maybe Onee-sama realised what she was trying to do. And now, Kuroko was getting distracted yet again. Her head grew light at the tickling and stinging sensations as the electromaster artfully played her like an instrument.
On the whole though, Kuroko was simply relieved that she was here again tonight. If Yuriko were here, she'd have liked to see her stupefied face. Hah.
"Why are you holding back, Kuroko?" Mikoto's frustrated voice rang out sharply. "I told you last night. I want to hear you scream more." She whined like a child being denied a sweet.
"Shhh, Onee-sama!" Kuroko whispered fiercely. "We mustn't be so loud! What if the Dorm Mistress hears?"
A slow grin split across Mikoto's face from ear to ear.
"I don't mind if she comes here and sees us like this. Hell, I'll even turn on all the lights for better view."
The mental images this thought produced sent Kuroko's neck flaring with heat.
"No, you wouldn't!"
"I doubt you'd mind either."
"I certainly would!" Kuroko snapped.
A palm suddenly gripped the burning place between her legs and rubbed there without shame. Kuroko groaned. She tried to squirm away, but a finger wormed its way between her lips and sank deep into her core.
"Urgh, that's-!"
"Liar," Mikoto chuckled. "You're all wet."
Kuroko grimaced and shook her head in denial. "It's not because of that!"
Mikoto shrugged carelessly. "She won't come anyway."
"H-How can you be so sure?" Kuroko spoke between clenched jaws as the finger inside her began to move at a teasing pace.
Mikoto snickered. "I did say I was here to visit my beloved Dorm Mistress on the first night, didn't I?"
The goofy smile on Mikoto's face only made Kuroko more nervous.
"Wh- What did you do?"
Another finger slipped inside her roughly as Kuroko scrunched her eyes shut. It was rather painful, but she did not dare tell Onee-sama that. She had to bear with it, to keep her here.
"Don't worry, she didn't see me. I'm too quick for that."
Kuroko's eyes flew open in alarm.
"You didn't hurt her, did you?"
Mikoto rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you actually care about that four-eyed hag. From what I remember, she almost broke your neck simply because we bent a couple of stupid rules and whatever. You find her annoying, right?"
"Yes, but-"
"Then there's no problem if she's out of the way, is there?"
Kuroko stared at her with wide eyes. "Did you kill her?"
The only reply she received was a sharp curling of the two fingers buried deep inside her. They began to move with more fervour, up and down, up and down. Deliberate, ferocious strokes.
She was going to burn again.
Kuroko reached up with a free arm, trying to find some purchase by grabbing onto Onee-sama. But before she could reach her, a steely hand locked around her wrist. A sharp pain burst from her fingers, and it took Kuroko a few seconds to realise Onee-sama was biting them.
'At this rate, I'm going to have teeth marks all over…'
Heavy breaths resounded in her ears as low growls rumbled from Mikoto's throat. The sound vibrated around her fingers.
"Onee-sama…!"
The fingers moving inside her were pushing in way too deep. Was that even physically possible? Kuroko's vision swam and blurred. Her hips bucked in rhythm. The pain from earlier was entirely gone now, replaced by a building pleasure that burned away any coherent thoughts.
"Nngh!"
She reached up with the other hand and managed to grab a fistful of the older girl's hair this time. Her fingers interlocked around the soft strands and brushed against her scalp, rubbing the sensitive skin there. Mikoto moaned around her fingers. She bit down harder, numbing them even as she worked her tongue along their length.
"I- I can't! Onee-sama!"
Her rapture reached its peak as Mikoto pressed the edge of her palm firmly against her clit while hitting the sweet spot deep inside. Kuroko arched her back and whimpered out a long note, stars bursting behind her lids. She was only mid-way through her orgasm when she felt fingers curl around her throat and push her neck against the bed roughly.
Choking and spluttering, Kuroko flailed. Realising her hand was now free from Mikoto's mouth, she locked it around the electromaster's neck and squeezed in return.
"Khh! That's… it!" Mikoto's strained voice snarled from above. "Fight… me…!"
Kuroko's body shuddered through the rest of the bliss, scorching through the remaining oxygen supply and leaving her gasping for precious air. She desperately pulled the hand tangled in Mikoto's hair, earning her a yelp, but the older girl still refused to let go.
A sharp crackling sound and the room light abruptly flickered on, blinding her before she could close her eyes. Black splotches spread like cobwebs from the corners of her vision, compounded by the brightness and the lack of oxygen. Kuroko kicked out and her knee smacked against Mikoto's stomach. Winded by the abrupt assault, the electromaster's grip loosened for a moment and Kuroko took this opportunity to pull her aside by her hair.
Mikoto slumped onto the bed as Kuroko immediately sat up, coughing.
Kuroko felt her neck carefully with her hands. It was tender already. She winced. This was definitely going to leave more bruises on her already battered body.
She glanced at Onee-sama, who was now on her back and staring at the ceiling blankly. In the lingering silence, Kuroko's eyes wandered down over her body. That fit upper body riddled with scars, which Kuroko had uncovered during their initial struggle that night. She had failed on removing her shorts though, which Mikoto still wore along with her sneakers. She seemed to enjoy it like that. Kuroko below and undressed. Not that Kuroko minded.
There were more scars than she could count. Some looked faded while others looked more recent, red and flaring bright. Did Onee-sama get them from fighting? No, she concluded. Some of them looked too clean, too deliberate, like the ones that went all the way around her upper arms, and the one down the length of her abdomen. Kuroko's stomach coiled uncomfortably at the possibility that Onee-sama could be harming herself. Or were they caused by something else…? Someone else?
The uneasy trail of thought was abruptly pushed aside when her eyes found the two round wounds on Onee-sama's side and arm. Kuroko immediately recognised them. Small on the surface, but very deep, they were no doubt puncture injuries from her metal spikes. Without any dressings, they still looked red and painful, with blood dried around the outside. Guilt welled up within her at the sight. She had caused those, up on the roof that night. It had been a teleporting accident on her part, but did Onee-sama know that?
Her heart grew heavy, as if a giant rock was pressing her chest down from inside. She had to at least apologise.
"Onee-sama, I'm sorry," Kuroko said softly. "That must have really hurt."
The confusion in Mikoto's eyes faded when Kuroko reached out and gently caressed the wound on her side with a hand. She expected her to recoil in pain, but was instead met with unexpected laughter.
"You're making no sense, Kuroko," she chortled.
Kuroko's heart lurched, but she went on. "I didn't mean to hurt you then, Onee-sama. It was an accident. I calculated wrong and-"
Something flashed from the corner of the vision. Before she could comprehend what it was, the object was right between her eyes, making her throat close up in terror.
A knife.
Kuroko slowly backed away, the blade following her until she was pinned against the bed once more.
"But I want to hurt you, Kuroko." There was an edge of frustration in Mikoto's tone. "Pain is what keeps us alive, what keeps us going. Why are you apologising for something that is natural?"
All coherent thoughts crumbled into a chaotic heap as Kuroko stared numbly at the sharp, gleaming tip, almost cross-eyed. She wildly wondered where Onee-sama had drawn such a weapon from and mentally kicked herself. Onee-sama was still wearing a pair of cargo shorts; she must have had it hidden in a secret holster. What other dangers was she secretly hiding?
Her muscles felt tightly strung. Instinct was telling Kuroko to teleport away from the threat, but she forced herself to stay put and trust Onee-sama. She couldn't push her away now, after they'd gotten this far. She was too deep in this to run away.
Still, Onee-sama was making no sense. In fact, this was becoming a common occurrence every night. She always had some weird obsession or complete opposite reactions to normal things than what would be expected. She would disable the camera on Kuroko's laptop for "safety measures" but then leave the room flooded with light in the middle of the night. One time she'd even stopped mid-orgasm to stare at the wall blankly for five minutes straight. It was truly mind-boggling.
The knife moved away from her face much to Kuroko relief. But the comfort was short-lived when she felt a sharp sting slowly run down her chest in a zig-zag shape.
"We're all itsy-bitsy rats to be strung up and butchered~" Mikoto sing-songed tunelessly. The sound made icy spiders crawl up Kuroko's spine. This was the kind of behaviour that made everything so very different and surreal. It wasn't exactly the rose-coloured reunion out of a fairy-tale that Kuroko had hoped.
Mikoto barked out a mirthless laugh before dragging the blade across to leave a mark beneath Kuroko's left breast.
'I've got to hold on. I've got to hold on…' Kuroko repeated the mantra in her head as she watched the crimson drops bloom from the marks, accompanied by a stinging agony.
For Onee-sama, for the sake of their future together, she had to go through this.
"Everyone is everyone's rats!" Mikoto cried out like an excited child. "Look at you, caged up by these concrete walls. Even if you're a teleporter, you can't escape from here~"
"Th-That's not true…" Kuroko winced as the knife dug in deeper and proceeded to move down along her belly. "I- I can leave… whenever I want."
The knife stopped. Mikoto stared at her, all traces of amusement now gone.
"If you don't believe me, Kuroko, I'll make you believe me."
As Kuroko stared back with wide eyes, a corner of Mikoto's lips flickered up.
"Be my good little rat, won't you?"
She dived forward with the blade.
XXXXXXX
Kuroko stared dumbly at the laptop screen and blinked. Three measly sentences. That was all she'd managed to write in an hour.
She flopped forward and banged her forehead on the keyboard. Her head throbbed, but it definitely wasn't from the impact. Her eyes closed without permission and she gradually felt her foggy thoughts drift away. Maybe she could sleep for a while. She was in an isolated corner of the school library and it wasn't like anyone would bother her here. Just a quick nap and she might feel refreshed…
She was rudely jerked awake by sounds from her laptop. Kuroko groaned and peered up from the crook of her elbow. Red notifications popped on her dashboard, indicating that she had two new emails. One was addressed from Heaven Canceller and the other was from Anti-Skill.
Kuroko glared at the blinking icon and refused to budge from her position. She didn't know why Heaven Canceller was contacting her, but the one from Anti-Skill was probably about the 177th Judgement Branch office. It was still closed while being thoroughly cleaned and refurbished. Maybe they now had a date for the reopening.
Kuroko sighed and curled in more tightly. Her skin prickled where Onee-sama's knife had played amok last night.
Their session had run all through the night until morning when Kuroko fell asleep from exhaustion. When she had woken up again, Onee-sama was gone like a dream. As usual.
'Where are you right now, Onee-sama?'
Kuroko had never felt more relieved seeing the Dorm Mistress than she had this morning. The older woman had been even snappier than usual, massaging her temples and muttering something about 'not sleeping right'. She didn't seem entirely herself either, looking quite pale with her normally meticulous hair tousled and oddly unkempt as if it had been run over by a rampaging hairdryer. The sharp woman had even failed to notice Kuroko's upturned blouse collar, which was lucky, because it hid the bruises on her neck.
At least Onee-sama hadn't killed the Dorm Mistress as she had feared.
The realisation had flooded her with relief. She almost felt guilty at the same time. After all, Kuroko had jumped to conclusions with no evidence. There was still no sufficient proof that Onee-sama had anything to do with Minami Takeshi, least of all murdered him. All she knew was that Onee-sama was not mentally well, and she could simply be saying misleading things.
Did it really matter if Onee-sama had been Takeshi's murderer?
The question that suddenly posed in her mind made Kuroko pause. Of course it mattered. It mattered because it had been a brutal murder and that was wrong on many levels. It mattered because Kuroko was part of Judgement, and she had sworn to protect Academy City and help enforce its laws.
But then… this was Onee-sama. It was easier to turn a blind eye.
If that's all it took to keep Onee-sama by her side, then could Kuroko do that?
Probably, said a disturbingly honest voice in her head.
Kuroko abruptly slammed the laptop shut and leaned back onto the table. She would read the emails later.
Right now, she just wanted to forget everything and doze.
XXXXXXX
"I thought you might have a new roommate."
Kuroko glanced at Mikoto, who sat on her old bed staring at Killbear. She seemed strangely distant tonight, as if their past episodes were forgotten. Since coming into the room about an hour ago, she hadn't even touched Kuroko once. Kuroko didn't know whether to feel relieved or upset about this.
In any case, she was here.
Weirdly enough, Onee-sama had her hair tied in a ponytail. Kuroko had never seen her wear such a hairstyle before. It was stupid, but this odd sight alone made her feel strangely uneasy.
"There were no new transfer students this semester," Kuroko explained. "Besides, we're technically not allowed to share rooms with anyone who is not in our own year."
"Oh yeah… It was you who tweaked those rules so you could be a pervert."
The careless tone stung more than it should have.
"I only wanted to be close to you, Onee-sama," Kuroko mumbled.
Mikoto poked Killbear's nose with a finger.
"This thing is uglier than how I remember it."
Kuroko stared as Mikoto manipulated the giant bear this way and that as if observing a curious object for the first time. Kuroko heaved out a silent sigh. She still hardly knew anything about what was going on with her, but this felt like the perfect opportunity to take on a different approach. Kuroko had debated with herself for hours on whether to even bring this up, but now that the decision was made, she needed the right moment to try it. She swallowed thickly. Hopefully, it wouldn't drive Onee-sama away.
"Onee-sama…" She started tentatively.
Mikoto didn't look even look up from Killbear. Kuroko's courage failed for a moment, but she continued before she could back out completely.
"Don't you… Don't you want to see Uiharu and Saten-san again?"
No response. Mikoto was too busy checking out Killbear's ears. She flipped them this way and that, rubbing the fur around them with a weird smile on her face.
Kuroko frowned.
"You said you already knew Uiharu is awake," she persisted more loudly. "You must want to see how she is doing, right? She would be so happy to see you." She paused for a moment before quickly adding, "Saten-san too."
Mikoto peered into Killbear's uncovered eye. "I swear the pupil moved just then…" She mumbled.
Kuroko's hands tightened around the edge of the bed.
"Are you listening, Onee-sama?! I just said, Uiharu wants to see you!"
Mikoto suddenly took out a knife from under her sleeve and stabbed the toy ferociously at the center of its forehead.
"?!" Kuroko froze.
Mikoto held up the bear to the light with squinted eyes. The protruding part of the blade stuck in its head glinted.
"Huuuuh, I think it's dead now."
She flipped it around and showed it to Kuroko proudly. "See, Kuroko? Its brain turned mush mush."
A choking noise came out from Kuroko's throat. Mikoto unsheathed the weapon from the bear's head in one pull and tossed the thing aside. Before Kuroko could think of a sufficient reply, Mikoto swung off the bed and began to wander around the room with the blade in hand. Her head turned this way and that, as if searching for something.
"O-Onee-sama, what are you doing?" Kuroko felt she had every right to be worried. For Onee-sama, herself, and her belongings.
"I need to get rid of the pests, Kuroko. They might be hiding in this room."
"Pests?"
"Yeah, the pests," Mikoto echoed as she approached Kuroko's desk. "They might hurt you, and they're not allowed to do that."
She opened the table drawer and peered into it. She reached in with a hand and began to rummage through the items there.
'Nooo, she's messing up my perfectly organised stuff!' Kuroko panicked. She jumped up and rushed to stop her.
Bam!
Kuroko's foot froze mid-air as Mikoto's knife speared through something again. The electromaster drew out the item from the drawer, skewered by the weapon. Kuroko's stomach did a flip at the sad sight.
'Not my Judgement diary!'
Mikoto sniffed at it curiously. "I bet this smells weird." Her eyes looked straight at Kuroko with a lopsided grin. "But don't worry Kuroko, it kicked the bucket too." She unpierced the tattered book and tossed it aside.
"Onee-sama," Kuroko tried to keep her voice calm. "You didn't have to stab it! It's just my diary-"
"But it's green," Mikoto interrupted sternly. "Green means it can multiply faster. They're real aggressive too. You don't want this crawling all over your room, trust me."
"It's not going to crawl- what are you doing with that?!"
Ignoring Kuroko completely, Mikoto had snatched her red hair ribbon from the table.
"Red has a lot of health," she muttered. "It doesn't die in just one hit, no matter how strongly I attack it. It jumps around as well, so I better squash it down."
She dropped the ribbon on the floor and began to stomp on it repeatedly with a manic grin on her face.
"Onee-sama, stop!"
"I'm doing this for you, Kuroko!" Mikoto growled. "Red is dangerous! You should wear black, because black ones don't scream!"
"Get a hold of yourself!" Kuroko lunged forward and grabbed her knife arm, making her drop the weapon in surprise. It clattered to the floor. Before Mikoto could react further, Kuroko teleported them onto Mikoto's bed. The electromaster struggled out of her grip and spun away into a defensive crouch against the headboard, grabbing the pillow and biting into it with an angry snarl. Wary eyes glared at Kuroko, her lips pulled up to expose her canines around the mouthful of cotton.
In that moment, she looked nothing more than a wild beast.
Kuroko approached her cautiously as if she would a stray dog. "Onee-sama… There are no pests or danger here... This is our old dorm room, remember? You don't have to be so tense."
A long while passed and slowly, the tension in Mikoto's shoulders ebbed away. The tattered part of the pillow fell out of her mouth and she buried her face into the soft object, hugging it close to her body instead.
"The blue ones, Kuroko…" Mikoto's voice was muffled by the pillow. "They're the scariest."
Kuroko saw a shiver pass through Onee-sama as she continued to mutter in a small voice.
"They gobble up their own kind like cannibals and grow even meaner and stronger. They hack the others into tiny pieces and control their organs so they become their mindless slaves. They swarm my room until all of the walls are painted blue with their sticky guts…"
Mikoto's head turned away from the pillow slightly to reveal half her face. A feverish eye stared at Kuroko as she stared numbly back.
The visible half of Mikoto's lips suddenly pulled up into a huge grin.
"They're my favourite!"
She fell onto her side, curled up around the pillow and laughed hysterically.
Kuroko tried to quell the rising panic as she watched Onee-sama roll around on the bed in glee. Surely, Onee-sama was just joking around. Maybe she was stressed, or trying to drive Kuroko away with these crazy acts. She always did possess an eccentric side after all. What she had seen couldn't possibly be the entire truth. Even if this was real, she wasn't sure she wanted to know what had made Onee-sama this way anymore.
It was too frightening to think about.
XXXXXXX
"Hello? Earth to Shirai-san!"
Kuroko blinked. A hand rapidly waving in front of her face slowly swam into view. She blinked again and Saten-san's exasperated expression came into sharper focus behind the frantic hand.
"Huh?"
Kuroko stared at her blankly for a few seconds before realising Saten-san was waiting for an explanation.
"Sorry, I just zoned out," Kuroko said tiredly. She couldn't even remember how she had gotten to the hospital. Did she teleport? Walk? How long had she been here for? She looked around and found Uiharu gazing at her silently from where she was sitting up in bed. Something about Uiharu's look was too intensely searching for her liking. Kuroko quickly averted her eyes.
"Huh, no kidding," Ruiko commented. "I called you like five times and you weren't responding at all. I thought you'd gone into zombie mode or something."
Kuroko's eyebrows flew up. "Zombie mode?"
"You know how undead beings don't have any senses-"
"I wouldn't know," Kuroko said firmly.
"-so it's just a term to mean someone who doesn't respond to any stimuli of their five senses!"
Kuroko shook her head, hardly impressed.
"Honestly, Saten-san, you need to stop reading so much junk. Don't you have better things to spend time on?"
"Ehhh." Ruiko scratched her cheek thoughtfully. She sat back down on her chair with a big grin. "But it's so much fun. Besides, they say, 'Even in lies, there are elements of truth.'" She spoke out the last phrase with an air of sage-like wisdom.
Kuroko wasn't fooled. "And where did you pick up that quote from?"
Ruiko's grin turned sheepish. "The latest issue of 'Rumours that grow like Tumours', of course!"
"I think Saten-san just has too much time on her hands," Uiharu teased as Kuroko shook her head.
"Now that's a bit harsh, Uiharu," Ruiko complained. "I mean, between shopping, school, homework, rumour-seeking, and making sure you wear the right panties, I'd say I'm a pretty busy girl. Still though…" She drifted off with a contemplative expression and then shot a snide grin at Kuroko. "It's not like I have a lover, unlike someone in this room."
Kuroko tensed and glared back as Ruiko raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kuroko grumbled.
"Don't be shy now."
"What?"
"So, Shirai-san~ Who's your lover?"
At Ruiko's question, Uiharu's eyes grew round and she let out a high-pitched squeal.
"L-L-Lover?!" Kuroko spluttered.
"You heard me."
"S-Saten-san, that's so forward…" Uiharu mumbled. She ducked half her face behind the raised blankets, her eyes darting between Kuroko and Ruiko like a metronome.
Kuroko felt a sudden heat spread up from her neck. The memory of Onee-sama's rough, hot touch lingered like ghostly traces on her skin. She scowled at Ruiko's broad smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she snapped.
"Oh, come on!" Ruiko let out an exasperated sigh. "Everybody knows that if a friend suddenly seems distant, zones out staring at nothing while sighing every once in a while, it means they're in LOVE~!"
She sang out the last word like a soprano and then leaned forward excitedly. Kuroko hurriedly backed away in her chair.
"So who is it, Shirai-san?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kuroko said crossly.
"Who is it?"
Kuroko turned away. "It's nobody."
"So it's somebody, right?"
She snapped her head back to fling Ruiko a sharp glare. "No! I said it's nobody!"
"Ehhh… I wonder, did a handsome prince offer you an umbrella on that stormy afternoon when you left the hospital? I think it was around that time that the love symptoms started to appear…"
"What's with the assumption that it's a guy?" Kuroko found herself mumbling in annoyance.
"Huh?"
Kuroko jerked her head to the side irritably. Had she really been that obvious? She never thought Saten-san could be this perceptive. She would have to be more careful from this point onwards. With Onee-sama being the way she was, Kuroko was now firmly convinced it would be better to keep her return a secret for now.
"I bet you're hiding a hicky underneath that raised collar of yours." Ruiko jumped up from the chair and stalked over to Kuroko with her hands held out like pincers. "I never thought our impeccable Judgement officer Shirai-san would adopt such a delinquent style of uniform wearing. So my excellent logic is, you've got to be hiding something!"
Kuroko turned away again, drawing the collar more tightly around her neck.
"Come on now, Shirai-san. Show us that hicky~"
"I don't have one!"
"You have more than one then?" Ruiko's eyes grew huge. "I wanna see those hickies~"
Her fingers tried to pull the collar down as Kuroko frantically tried to keep them in place.
"Stop it!"
Ruiko did pause, but it was only to ask a question.
"How come you're wearing black hair ribbons today? Don't you usually wear red?"
Kuroko looked down at her knees silently.
'Because they apparently don't scream,' she answered in her head.
Ruiko shrugged at her lack of response and simply renewed the persistent attacks with makeshift pincers.
"Don't be so shy now-"
"No, don't-!"
Ruiko's fingers found their target and tugged. The force slipped past Kuroko's guarding hands, and the collar fell away, leaving the bruises along her neck in full light for all to see.
Kuroko saw Saten-san's eyes widen, and knew what she was seeing. She had checked the bruises out herself in the mirror and it hadn't been a pretty sight. She really didn't want to know what kind of conclusions were going through Saten-san's head. She quickly pulled the collar up around her neck again to cover them.
Ruiko stood frozen, her mouth agape in shock.
"Happy now?" Kuroko tried to maintain her cool as she glared. "I got them from fighting that hoodlum last week. I obviously didn't want to draw any attention to them because I'm fully aware they don't look pleasant."
Ruiko's brows knitted together.
"But I swear they weren't there before…" she murmured.
Kuroko ignored her and stood up angrily.
"Stop being so pushy, Saten-san! It's none of your business how I wear my uniform or if I have things on my mind. Judgement work isn't easy, you know." Her voice came out more harshly than she intended, but Kuroko found she didn't care. Ruiko flinched, looking taken aback.
"I just thought…" She trailed off, unable to find words to defend herself.
"Shirai-san…" Uiharu spoke up tentatively from the side. Kuroko turned to face the door. She didn't feel like hearing it.
"I've got a lot of work waiting for me," Kuroko muttered, "I should head off now and do them."
She walked out and closed the door before they could react. As she made her way along the hospital corridor, she felt herself tremble as something wet trailed down her cheek. Far ahead, she saw three familiar figures approaching, and ducked down the nearest corridor to avoid them. The last thing she wanted right now was to face Kongou and her group. She simply wanted to be left alone.
Alone, with her Onee-sama.
XXXXXXX
"Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four…"
Kuroko lay still as Onee-sama slowly counted the number of nicks on her abdomen she had left the other night.
"Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine…"
The flaring welts seared wherever her fingers traced them. Only that simple burning existed in Kuroko's mind like a guiding flame. She only had to concentrate on that pain, on Onee-sama, and everything else was good enough.
"Forty-three, forty-four, forty-five…"
Onee-sama looked so focused on her counting, Kuroko did not dare to interrupt. She didn't mind though. All of this obsessive attention from Onee-sama was welcome. It assured her that Onee-sama would remain with her.
"Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three…"
Only eighty-seven more to go.
Kuroko knew, because this was the seventh time Onee-sama was counting the scars tonight.
XXXXXXX
"Hello? Uiharu?"
"Uh, Shirai-san… Hi."
"Oh… Saten-san."
Her phone had registered Uiharu's number, but the speaker was no doubt Saten-san. Kuroko stared up at the ceiling with pursed lips as her friend's apologetic voice hurried on.
"So… uhm, I'm calling because Uiharu sugges- I mean, I wanted to apologise and say I didn't mean to go that far yesterday. I thought it was a perfectly reasonable conclusion to think you had a lover-"
There was a loud smack and Ruiko yelped out, "Ow, what was that for?!"
Uiharu's huffing voice could be heard from the other end. "Apologise properly, Saten-san!"
"Okay, okay, sheesh… What do you think I'm trying to do…"
Kuroko could imagine Uiharu shooting a fiery glare at Saten-san. It made her smile, just a little.
"So… what I mean to say is, I'm sorry for being so callous and pushy yesterday, Shirai-san," Ruiko continued. "You know how I am. I got a little over excited and didn't think. Of course I know you got hurt doing Judgement work last week, I should have thought of it and realised…" Ruiko trailed off awkwardly and sighed. When Kuroko failed to reply for a long while, she tentatively spoke up again.
"Shirai-san, are you there?"
"I'm listening," Kuroko said in a neutral tone. "It's fine, Saten-san, I know you were just fooling around."
"Oh… that's good," Ruiko sounded relieved. Her voice immediately brightened. "So, will you be coming in to visit Uiharu again today?"
"No, I don't think so. I wasn't lying when I said I have a tonne of work to do. I'm sorry as well, for leaving so suddenly yesterday."
"That's fine," Ruiko replied. "I don't think Uiharu minds- yep, she's shaking her head to say it's all good."
"That's good," Kuroko echoed absently.
Shadows flickered across the ceiling, the daylight only barely making it through the drawn curtains across the window.
"Hey, Shirai-san?"
"Hm?"
"You'd… You'd tell us if anything important happened, right?"
Kuroko hesitated only for a moment before replying, "Yes, of course I would."
"Ah, yeah… I'm just asking because I don't want us to keep secrets from each other anymore… After that time…" Ruiko trailed off.
It took Kuroko a few seconds to realise this was as close to mentioning Onee-sama that Saten-san had ever gotten more recently. Generally, she tended to avoid the topic all together.
She heard Saten-san take a deep breath. "Anyway, if you ever need our help with anything, just say the word, Shirai-san."
"I know," Kuroko said simply. "Is there anything else?"
"Eh? Well, no…"
"I should head off then. I've got so many Judgement reports to write."
"Ah, right. Don't work too hard- it's a Sunday, you know! It's THE day for resting and having fun!"
"I know."
"Well then, bye Shirai-san, we'll see you next Saturday again, yeah?"
"Sure, I'll be there. Bye."
Kuroko hung up. She placed the phone on the bedside table and curled up on her bed. She really hadn't been lying about the pile of Judgement reports waiting for her, but she didn't feel like moving.
The blankets were warm, and she was tired. Her eyes closed as a haze began to cloud over her consciousness. She would need her energy when Onee-sama came again tonight.
XXXXXXX
"Three hundred and sixty-eight, three hundred and sixty-nine, three hundred and seventy…"
After their usual session tonight, Onee-sama had started counting her hair strands. Kuroko was forced to lie with her head on the older girl's lap, her auburn hair spread out like a sea urchin's spikes. She wasn't entirely uncomfortable in this position, but it was getting quite cold since she was still naked after their earlier endeavours. She had a bad feeling she'd have to stay like this for a long time yet.
"Uhm, Onee-sama…"
"Three hundred and seventy-five, three hundred and seventy-six…"
Mikoto was so focused on the task, she took no notice of Kuroko. She pushed each strand of hair aside as she counted on. Kuroko stared up at her. Mikoto's hair was tied back into a ponytail again tonight, the wild, stray locks framing her tense face.
"Three hundred and eighty-three, three hundred and-"
She suddenly stopped. Kuroko's heart almost stopped as well.
Something was wrong.
"Onee-sama?"
"There's a knot."
"What?"
"There's a tiny knot right here."
"Eh? W-Well, can't you just skip it?"
Mikoto's jaws grinded together. Without warning, she grabbed those strands of hair and gave a massive tug, eliciting a pained cry from Kuroko. She dangled the now loose pieces of hair above Kuroko's face with a serious expression.
"See? It's a tiny knot."
Kuroko stared at it. The few hairs were indeed tangled together at one point. It was so small she almost missed it.
"Haha… I see it, Onee-sama," Kuroko said weakly. The place where those hairs had come from stung.
Mikoto chucked them aside without another word. She focused her attention back to Kuroko's scalp.
"Three hundred and…" She almost immediately stopped again with a frown. There was a long silence.
"What's the matter now, Onee-sama?"
"I've lost count."
Kuroko's heart dropped to her stomach. Surely, she wasn't going to start over?
"It- It should be okay," Kuroko tried to reassure her, "you can always try again next time-"
"It's unacceptable!" Mikoto snarled. She grabbed her head with both hands, looking distressed. "It'll be too late if I don't finish counting by the end of tonight! There's no time, there's not enough time!"
"Shhh…" Kuroko quickly sat up and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. To her relief, Mikoto did not push her away. "It's okay, Onee-sama. You don't have to finish counting by tonight. I'll be here tomorrow night and the night after that and beyond."
Mikoto curled up and buried her head onto her knees.
"Really?" She asked in a small voice.
"Really."
Kuroko ran a hand over Onee-sama's head, brushing her fingers against her scalp beneath the soft brown hair. She heard a gentle mewl and paused before repeating the action. The same sound occurred, and she suddenly realised it was coming from Onee-sama. Intrigued, Kuroko kept petting her head like a cat. Onee-sama seemed to almost purr in response, her head now lifted in contentment with eyes closed.
"Onee-sama, your hair looks so good like that," Kuroko murmured. "I'd never seen you wear it in a ponytail before… And it feels soft, just like how I remember it," she added.
Mikoto didn't respond. The only indication she had heard was the slight opening of her eyes into slits.
As Kuroko continued to stroke her, Mikoto slowly slumped down across Kuroko's lap like a rag doll. She was so docile like this, Kuroko could hardly believe it. This was a side of Mikoto she had never seen before and it fascinated her.
She ran a gentle finger down the middle Onee-sama's scalp. She felt her tremble against her legs and looked down to see Onee-sama's eyes wide open and staring at the far wall, unblinking.
"Onee-sama?" Kuroko questioned quietly.
There was no response.
"Do you remember those days when we used to hang out together? You, me, Saten-san, Uiharu…" Kuroko didn't know what she was doing. She just felt like talking to her, and letting whatever came to mind flow out into the quiet words.
"We used to go shopping and buy food and clothes… Uiharu would want to stop at the bakery to buy sweet cakes, of course. And then Saten-san would flip up her skirt and she'd get mad. You'd linger around kiddy merchandise sales and pretend you're not interested. You'd yell at Kuroko whenever she tried to express her affection for you. We'd hang around at the park, grab some crepes and just chat about our daily lives. Do you remember how much fun we used to have?"
Mikoto didn't move a muscle. Her wide eyes were still fixated on a small spot of the wall.
"Don't you want to go back and share more happy moments with our friends again? I…" Kuroko's voice wobbled. Her fingers trailed down to the back of Mikoto's neck and rubbed a spot there. "I do. I'm sure Uiharu and Saten-san does too. Please come back to us, Onee-sama."
Mikoto still gave no response. Kuroko stared. Mikoto's eyes were now closed, her chest rising and falling at a steady rate.
She was fast asleep.
XXXXXXX
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Kuroko frowned in annoyance. For the last five minutes or so, a faint tapping sound had persisted and it was now becoming downright irritating. She had managed to collect some scraps of motivation earlier and was actually trying to start on the Judgement reports she had been putting off before her first Monday morning class began. The workload was on the verge of becoming impossible to manage. A distraction at this time was definitely not welcome.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She looked around the library from her favourite secluded corner and glared at a student who was sitting closest to her. The girl was so absorbed in a book she was reading, she didn't seem to take any notice. Kuroko exhaled. It couldn't be that girl; she couldn't see her tapping anything and the noise kept continuing.
A sudden sound from her laptop brought Kuroko's attention back to the screen. A small green window had popped up. Kuroko stared. On it, were the words, "knock, knock".
She clicked her tongue. She wondered if her computer caught a virus, or maybe it was one of those scam adverts. Whatever the case, she was simply going to close this thing.
Except she couldn't. There was no 'close', 'ok' or even a 'cancel' button on the window.
As Kuroko clicked around in search for a way to shut it down, the window suddenly started to multiply rapidly.
'Eh, what?!'
The 'knock knock' windows were filling her entire screen, and they weren't slowing down.
'Gyyaaaah, how do I stop these things?!'
Kuroko stared helplessly. Thousands of windows were overlapping each other, all bearing the same message without a close function in sight. What the heck was wrong with her computer?!
They finally stopped when another window appeared at the centre. On it was a different message that read: "I told you the green ones multiply fast."
Kuroko's heart froze. It couldn't be…
"Guess which rat is knocking on this cage?" asked another message.
Kuroko shut her laptop and stood up, straining her ears. Now that she was actively listening, she realised the faint tapping was actually coming from her left. She stalked forward towards the source, taking each step with calculated care. Her heart was thumping wildly – her Judgement officer instincts on high alert.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
There, behind that bookshelf, the one closest to the wall. Kuroko was sure the sound was originating from that place. A thin film of sweat formed on her back as she took determined steps forward. The tapping sound became more frantic as Kuroko drew closer.
Surely… Surely, it couldn't be…
Kuroko turned the corner and slid in between the bookshelf and the wall. Her eyes shot wide open at the sight waiting for her there.
Beyond the closed window was Onee-sama, balanced precariously on the ledge with a huge grin on her face. She was looking straight at Kuroko.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She had been the one knocking on the glass.
Kuroko's jaw dropped. What was she doing here in broad daylight?! She stared at her in disbelief. Onee-sama's hair was cut short. Not short as in military-cropped short, but short enough to leave her ears uncovered, and with a windswept fringe which had Kuroko's eyes transfixed. If she didn't know any better, she'd have thought Onee-sama was a handsome boy.
Kuroko started out of her daze when Onee-sama pointed to the lower edge of the window. She looked down and noticed the latch; it was one of those old fashioned locks that could only be opened from the inside. No doubt Onee-sama couldn't open this unless she decided to destroy it outright.
The image of Onee-sama railgunning the window down flung Kuroko into action. She hurriedly opened the latch.
As soon as the glass slid open, Mikoto jumped inside with feline grace.
"Onee-sama?! What are you doing here?!" Kuroko hissed. Despite it being Monday morning, she was well aware there were other students in the library. If Onee-sama was seen here, she couldn't even begin to imagine the uproar it would cause.
Mikoto turned to her, swaying slightly on her feet. That broad grin never faded.
"I can't wait until night time, Kuroko." Her voice was a deep growl. "Last night wasn't enough. I need you. Now."
Kuroko backed away as Mikoto advanced with a wolfish gleam in her eyes. This was different to the docile electromaster she had been last night, and with her hair so different, it made Kuroko more nervous than usual. As her back hit the bookshelf, Kuroko was suddenly acutely aware of the tight space they were stuck in.
"B-But Onee-sama! This is the library!"
"I don't care!"
"Someone might see!"
"I said I don't care!"
Mikoto leaned over and slammed a hand onto the bookshelf next to Kuroko's head. The books there shuddered and clattered like skeletons in a closet. Kuroko froze, staring up at her with wide eyes. Above the confident grin, Onee-sama's pupils were huge. Something in the back of her mind told Kuroko this couldn't possibly be natural.
"Please listen to reason, Onee-sama," Kuroko pleaded in a whisper. "You can't be seen here, remember? We can do this later tonight. Just wait a few more hours-"
"No waiting, Kuroko," Mikoto interrupted. "I want you now."
"We can't, Onee-sama!" Kuroko protested as she tried to push Mikoto away. "There are other students here and they'll hear us-"
"All the better." Mikoto's eyes flashed dangerously as she grabbed Kuroko's wrists. "Do let them hear you moan, Kuroko."
She pressed her lips firmly against hers. Kuroko tried to wriggle away, but Mikoto's advances only grew more aggressive. Her tongue wrestled fiercely against hers, leaving behind a sweet residue like honey. Kuroko's head grew light as conflicting desires began to bloom. On one hand, she wanted to continue their session here, but her more logical side knew they couldn't be discovered here like this.
Mikoto finally pulled away, leaving Kuroko gasping for air.
"O-Onee-sama…" She panted. "Please… Let's do this l-later."
"No, we're doing this now and later." Mikoto's demanding tone left no room for argument.
Her thigh lifted to press up against Kuroko's core between her legs. Mikoto pushed further upwards, forcing Kuroko to balance on the tips of her toes. Even then, she was firmly pressed there, and Kuroko got the distinct feeling of becoming sandwiched from all sides between Mikoto and the bookshelf.
"I'm gonna take you like a lemur~" Mikoto whispered in her ear.
"Wh-What does that even mean?!"
"Why don't we find out?"
Kuroko felt her chest press tightly against hers. The thigh between her legs rubbed down there, blooming the foundations of a familiar pleasure. It was suddenly too stifling and hot, as if the library had shrunk into a tiny boiler room when she wasn't watching.
"Your hair… You cut it?" Kuroko made an attempt to distract Onee-sama. She was curious about the answer as well though.
"What about it?' Mikoto's hand slowly traced up behind her thigh and underneath her skirt.
Kuroko reached up to brush her hand against the short chestnut strands that now framed Onee-sama's face. They were still long enough that she could tangle them around her fingers.
"Why did you cut it?"
Mikoto didn't answer for a long while, focusing all of her attention on licking Kuroko's jawline. Her hand rubbed a small sensitive part on Kuroko's back, even as the other one worked down her butt. Mikoto's knee was now grinding hard against her wet warmth as Kuroko held on for dear life. She groaned as a finger hit a particularly delicate spot along her hips, and wrapped her arms around Mikoto more tightly.
It seemed Onee-sama was charting her like a map every time. She knew most of her sensitive places now. Kuroko shivered as she felt her tongue drag teasingly up to her ear.
"Because I'm no longer your old Onee-sama, Kuroko," came a light whisper. "That's why I cut my hair."
A sudden pain burst as Mikoto harshly bit into her ear.
Kuroko buried her face onto Onee-sama's shoulder to muffle her yelp.
"But you are Onee-sama," Kuroko murmured against her shirt.
At this, the knee jerked up against her more powerfully. Kuroko let out another muffled yelp as she felt her legs shake with exertion. If she put her heels down now though, she didn't think she would be able to hold out.
"I don't think you understand," Mikoto's voice was amused. She nibbled the edge of her ear. "But it doesn't matter. I like this hairstyle; it's convenient because it doesn't get in the way."
With her face still buried on Mikoto's shoulder, Kuroko inhaled deeply.
"Mmm, you smell so sweet, Onee-sama…"
The scent was familiar, but she figured she was this close to Onee-sama now to be able to recognise her like this.
"Heh? Do I now?" Kuroko felt her grin against her cheek. "I wouldn't know."
"I'm telling you then."
Kuroko dropped a hand, letting her fingers float down over Onee-sama's feverish skin down her spine. She dipped down beneath her shorts to touch her lower lips directly. It was hot and dripping with desire. As she worked her other hand along the toned muscles across her back, she felt Onee-sama hiss at the contact and arch her back, seeking out even more.
"Fu- Fuck, Kuroko! That feels so good."
"You better fix my laptop, Onee-sama," Kuroko mumbled.
Mikoto laughed quietly. "I can do that later," she mimicked.
Their bodies were melting on each other against the bookshelf. Kuroko couldn't tell where she ended and Onee-sama began. She was pretty sure they were going to end up as puddles if they continued like this. Their fingers gained more speed, rolling and pinching and dipping between the crevices to produce the sensations they knew the other was most prone to. This was the kind of competition Kuroko knew Onee-sama liked – making the opponent give into their weakness first. As their moans grew louder, Kuroko was well aware of some students talking in low voices just a few bookshelves away.
'At this rate, this might end badly…'
"You just tightened up," Onee-sama voice oozed into her ear. "I bet you were thinking about being discovered by your classmates like this."
Kuroko felt her temperature soar even higher at being read so expertly.
"N-No! I wasn't!" She weakly protested.
She felt Onee-sama shake with laughter. The rubbing knee and the bookshelf against her back were the only things keeping her upright at this point. She could barely feel her numb legs anymore.
"Pervert," Mikoto hissed. "That's what I hated about you."
Before Kuroko could fully register what Onee-sama had just said, electrical currents suddenly ran haywire through her body. She felt her muscles clench and unclench spasmodically, heedless of her will. Beyond the pain, the growing haze in her mind expanded into a vast fog, rendering all logic useless. A loud cry escaped from her lips as the building orgasm began to reach an unbearable point. She needed release so badly…! But something wasn't allowing her to-
"What was that sound?"
"Yeah, I thought I heard something?"
"Weird, I think it came from over there…"
Kuroko hung limply on the knee supporting her, eyes glazed over from the pleasure and lack of relief. Blinking groggily, she eventually realised Onee-sama had stopped moving and was frozen still, her head lifted as if to listen. Kuroko's senses sprang awake when she realised footsteps were approaching their secret rendezvous corner.
"I think it was around here…?"
The wet place between her legs throbbed and screamed in frustration, but the pounding heart in her chest demanded too much of her attention. They were really going to be discovered like this-
Bzzt!
There were screams as the lights suddenly blinked out, submerging the library in darkness. A rough hand pushed against Kuroko's chest, and the violent force combined with her body weight toppled the bookshelf. It landed with a crash with Kuroko on top of it. Books flew everywhere, scattering torn pages and splintered wood.
Kuroko lay disoriented as more screams and shouts thundered around her chaotically.
She stared at the open window, and chuckled despite her predicament.
Onee-sama sure knew how to cause a scene.