Standard Disclaimer
Well spot of bad news for me, the word is my first novel attempt was 'good but not publishable' so I've listed it on FictionPress-dot-com under Mercaba. It's a horror story so if you wanna read my first attempt at an original story have at you. Good news is I got a lot of experience writing that thing and some good feedback so the next idea should be better. Hope ya enjoy
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The Gift
Chapter – 25
Walking from the door towards the bay of computers, Kaji sucked in his breath and gritted his teeth. He could see the expectation clearly written on the faces of the two men glancing none too casually at him. Waving at Makoto and Shigeru, he was already thinking of what exactly to tell them. "How are things in our fair city this morning gents?" he asked civilly.
With no women within earshot, the two expectant males were hoping to get a news update from the rogue agent. Makoto was practically bouncing in his seat as his fingers danced across the console to end whatever task Nerv found for him to do. Shigeru, reclined back with the practiced ease of somebody well versed in faking a lack of interest. Both had the tall tell signs of over eagerness, but tried to pass it off as just another morning.
Waving back Makoto was the first to actually try speaking without putting his foot in his mouth. "Fairly boring this morning, Magi are acting a little strange but with in parameters," he pointed at the green bars on the screen for emphasis. Spinning in his chair he glanced up at Kaji with near puppy dog eyes.
Popping out of his seat, Shigeru walked over and leaned against the back of Makoto's chair. Spying the grounds for the other employees, he appeared as inconspicuous as a man in black in a church. "We heard you had a talk with Katsuragi and then the young Ikari the other day. Anything you want to tell us?" his bated breath hung in the air like a stagnant perfume.
Letting out his sigh, Kaji knew it was going to be this way. He didn't want to talk about Misato, he didn't want to talk about Shinji. Kaji was still making sense of his own feelings regarding his lost girlfriend to the boy he had nothing but respect for. But Shinji was still a boy, at least to Kaji. "Yeah, I did talk to a lot of people yesterday. Hell Maya was one trip down freak-out lane," he said exasperated. Maya and Shinji, Kaji did not want to know what was going on there.
Scooting to the edge of the chair, Makoto slapped his knee jovially. "Yeah, Maya's been a real hoot to hear about. Have you heard the latest where she's sticking her tits out at everybody?" Makoto's voice was laden with more than a little excitement. Doing the same as Shigeru, Makoto took a quick look around to insure his little excessive volume hadn't garnered any attention. "But what about the Ikari kid, is it true he's into some freaky shit like his old man?" he half whispered.
Now he knew why Misato was so guarded regarding Shinji. Kaji could see the other guys just begging him to say that Shinji was some evil little spawn. "I'll tell you first off that it is true that he's been sleeping with the other two pilots. Ritsuko confirmed the rumor about Asuka and if Shinji can bag her I'm betting Rei wasn't nearly the challenge," Kaji did smile at that. Asuka in love, Kaji was happy to live to know that day. He'd congratulate the young firebrand if and when he got the chance.
Leaning back, standing straight up, Shigeru let out a long and low whistle. "Wow, never thought anybody would touch that girl and live to tell the tale," his tone was almost respectful. Leaning back in, his nose scrunched up after getting a whiff of Makoto's shampoo, Shigeru's eyes drew into slits, "What about Akagi and Katsuragi though? Him charming the pants off some teenage girls is one thing, but if he's shagging those two women it's got to be black mail."
And there was the proof, the guys were just hoping for some excuse to explain why Shinji succeeded where they failed, and that alone was enough for Kaji to side with Misato. Drawing in closer to his fellow conspirators, Kaji hated the eagerness in Makoto's face. He knew the look on the younger man's face, it was that of a would be 'white knight' ready to burst in and beat Shinji to death to garner his place in Misato's bed. "It's all bullshit," Kaji said flatly and loudly enough for any spies to hear.
"Both of them said the same thing to me, that Shinji has become something of a close friend," Kaji lied with the ease of somebody putting their shoes on. Slapping Makoto's face as the relief mixed with hope, Kaji wouldn't let the man go that easily for wishing the worst of a boy he respected. "Ritsuko's just joking about the whole mess, apparently Shinji's been taking a few lessons from her for his grades," it would explain the closed doors. He could see a slight frown on Shigeru's face, truth being to boring for the man's wishing. Continuing, "Misato however has been using the Shinji rumor to cover the fact that she IS dating somebody outside of Nerv," he loved seeing the crushed expression fall over Makoto.
"She-she's got a boyfriend?" Makoto asked akin to begging Kaji to say it was a joke. His shoulders sagged, arm fell limply to his side as he reclined in his chair almost colliding with Shigeru. "W-why let us think Shinji's got some blackmail on her if it's just some other guy?" he asked more to himself than to Kaji. Anybody looking at him could see a slight reddening of his eyes, the look of a defeated man.
Taking his hand off the despite man's shoulder, Kaji shrugged in fake camaraderie. "She didn't say why, just that she was really happy with her new beau and didn't want it to become talk around base," Kaji almost believed his lie himself at this point. Spotting the ex-sub commander heading out of Gendo's office, a bitter expression on his aged face, Kaji adjusted his collar. "Well I'd love to shoot the breeze longer, but I have to talk to Fuyutski," he said as he headed away from the two men. He grimaced when he heard a whispered 'do you believe him?'
Stopping a few feet away from the aged gentleman, giving off the air of friendliness but close enough to detract any other people from approaching, Kaji nodded. "Got a moment to talk, sir?" he gave the look of wanted secrecy. Kaji wasn't stupid, and he knew that Nerv had at least some suspicions about his double life. Why they hadn't turned the screws on him, he didn't ask let alone wish to know. As long as they don't kill me I'm going to live happily.
Glancing over his shoulder at the sealed door to Gendo's office, Kozo shuddered reluctantly. Sliding his worn hands into his pockets, Kozo nodded briskly. "I assume this isn't a social visit, is it Ryoji," the words rolled off Kozo's tongue like raindrops. Tugging on his collar towards a more secluded area on the floor he asked softly, "Feel like a cup of coffee, these old bones of mine demand a little stimulant?"
"I'd love some," Kaji lied again. He felt eyes on him everywhere now, and he didn't know why. He hadn't been any more open with his activities, added to the scenario that Seele was no-more, Kaji had every indication he was in the clear. That was until Yui Yagami showed up. Now he felt something worse than before, it wasn't fear for exposure it was fear of death. He followed closely behind Fuyutski to the break room off of the command box making small talk as they walked. Filling one of the extra cups with the black fluid, Kaji forced his body to take a sip, "How are things going with you and the Commander. Clean and easy exchange of power is it?"
Pouring a small portion of whisky into his coffee from a flask kept in his pocket, Kozo made a sound half snort half laugh. "Power's already been stolen from me, and I suspect you knew that already. That and a great number of other things," Kozo took a mighty swallow of his drink. Shaking his head as the fiery mix of booze and hot coffee whisked its way down his throat, but he appeared no worse the ware. "So how about you ask me what you want to ask me, Ryoji, and save us both a lot of pussy footing around." Kozo actually winked playfully at the spy.
Blushing slightly as the truth was reveled, he had been compromised, Kaji's pride took a hit. Like all men, he thought he had been successful in all his endeavors, that he had pulled the wool over Nerv's eyes, and that his worries were just paranoia. He felt a bowel loosening realization that he was closer to death than he ever suspected. "What the hell is going on around here, Sir? First Seele's destruction, Gendo was loosing power, and now this woman shows up, replaces you, and Gendo is king shit around here again. Somehow I feel something bigger is going on and you're not telling us," Kaji reclined against the table with the coffee maker.
Filling his cup up a little, Kozo looked at the cup, to his pocket flask, and then finished filling the cup with coffee. "I don't know who she is, Ryoji, not really. All her documentation checks out flawlessly. She is Yui Yagami special envoy from the UN according to every source I have," he sipped his drink. Moving closer to Kaji, under the guise of getting one last refill for a tired old man, he whispered into Kaji's ear. "You need to check her out more. She looks almost identical to Yui Ikari before the accident, but nobody but the Commander and I are likely to remember that. Find out who she is and you'll find out what the hell is going on. God speed boy," Kozo then took a drink and walked off without another word.
Setting his steaming cup back down, Kaji really didn't feel like drinking anything now. His bladder was full and aching for release as it was. While Makoto and Shigeru were worried about who was fucking who, something resembling the commander's late wife was back and sub-planting Nerv's command structure. "Misato has to be told about this…Shinji too," but he had to find out who she was first. Just saying some woman looked like another woman wasn't anything, but with evidence he'd blow the cover over this damn conspiracy.
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With her head lying on her desk, Asuka let out a mighty yawn that brought a tear to her eye. "He so owes me, not that he knows it," she muttered tiredly. She didn't flinch when the loud screech from in front of her signaled Hikari's daily seating. Rubbing at her offending ocular cavities, Asuka forced herself to sit up. Her head weaved back and forth from fatigue as the morning sun streamed in and bore into her eyes. "And how are you this fine morning?" Asuka quipped catching the timid look on Hikari's face.
Tilting her head slightly, Hikari was baffled to say the least. "Better than you it looks. Not get any sleep last night?" she asked while pulling out her English book and setting it on her desk. Life had taken a drastic turn for the young class representative. One day she moved from timidly experimenting with her body to having a boy bring about sensations unfathomed. It didn't help that said boy was involved with her best friend and said friend's rival, not to mention beauties of such high quality as to make mortal men weep. "Something keep you up late?" she couldn't help herself.
Flinching in Shinji's direction, Asuka let out another colossal yawn that showed off her pearly whites. "Spent most of the night packing only to find out it wasn't necessary as U…a moving company will be doing it for me," Asuka recounted. She had packed three boxes worth of clothing before Urd casually announced she could have it teleported over. "After that Misato opted to watch television really loud and kept me awake all night," a total lie, but Asuka didn't want to have that discussion in the middle of her classmates.
Her fingers laced tightly together in apprehension and confusion. Hikari just didn't know what to think of Asuka at the moment. She say's all boys are perverts…Ikari-kun more than others, but she's having sex with him! What made things worse was Hikari was getting more interested, but thought it made her a bad person. "Asuka can I ask you some questions about…the other night?" her face blossomed a lovely hue in time with her words.
Falling back into her seat, Asuka's red-lined eyes gazed up at the ceiling and she let out a sigh that rivaled her yawns. "Are you sure you want to talk about the other night or the other morning?" Asuka could tell by Hikari's actions it was more a morning question. But Asuka wasn't sure she wanted to share a certain somebody with her best friend, it might make things confusing. "Because if you do, I don't think this is the best place for that little talk," she clarified before Hikari could question her.
Rushing into the room, pre-empting Hikari's ability to speak, Mari caught the full classroom's attention. "Touji you forgot the gift I prepared for you for your date tonight!" the typically blissful yet ignorant girl bellowed as she ran through the room. A small package in her hand was held out for all to see, a small two-inch by two-inch plastic container. Her hair heaved as she rain, her legs pumped, and her body exuded an aura of fixation. "You'll need it tonight, I'm positive!" she said without caring who heard her.
Equally ignorant of social decorum and tact, Touji hurled back at his sister, "I do NOT need a condom for tonight!" His 'date' with Haruhi was nothing more than a trip to a restaurant and a karaoke bar that was supposed to be haunted. Haruhi had simply told him that either he went with her or Mari would be wearing the cat-suit that she loved so dearly. Touji chose not to have to kill everybody that saw his sister, his naive yet lovable sister who didn't know the costume was lewd. "So take that damn thing and throw it away!" he didn't want to touch Haruhi…well…reality was Mari had judged Touji to be closer to Shinji's size and well Touji had room to grow yet.
"But you can never know when the right moment will come! It might be tonight and if you don't have this you'll get her pregnant!" Mari said with such worry in her voice it was as if she believed it whole heartedly. Her eyes cast down at the item she still held out towards her brother, yet her body fidgeted slightly. She was in Shinji's presence and she was supposed to meet him after school before the SOS meeting, so of course she was nervous.
Grabbing the offending article and shoving it into his pocket, Touji gave a fierce stare at all the boys that had the audacity to look at his sister. "Just get out of here before you make things worse," he mumbled as she clasped his hands within her own. Their hands melded in such a simple touch that proved that Touji was still far from giving up his protectiveness. Shinji was the only exception as Mari had put her foot down.
Grabbing Hikari's hand, Asuka rolled her eyes and forced her tired bout out of the chair. "Come on, I don't think I want to hear the catcalls over this right now," Asuka gritted her teeth as she spoke. Mari was competition that even Asuka's magically infused body couldn't beat, and she knew Shinji was meeting her after school. Without letting Hikari make a word of protest, the German led the timid girl into the woman's restroom and into one of the open stalls. Locking the door, "So…what exactly do you want to know?"
"Everything," Hikari said almost immediately. Her head swiveled from side to side checking out the graffiti on the walls. A tasteful one saying 'Ikari's dick is a foot long' was accented by 'here I sit broken hearted tried to shit but only farted'. Pushing her back against the door, slightly uncomfortable being so close to another girl, "I mean…who were those other women, what is going on between Ayanami, Ikari, and you…and how did he get so good at…" she trailed off feeling a warming in her stomach.
Just as uncomfortable with the closeness with her best friend, Asuka stood bow legged over the toilet. "While I can't tell you everything, not right now anyway, I can tell you a few things," Asuka wasn't going to get into the whole magic business unless Hikari forced her way into the group of 'bed buddies'. Looking away from her friend, a smidgen of shame crossed Asuka's face. "For awhile now Shinji and I…we've being having sex. I, and if you repeat any of this I'll skin you and eat you, l-love him and he does me," she felt so weak telling Hikari this.
Surprising the emotional German, Hikari lunged in at the suddenly fragile looking girl and hugged her. "Oh Asuka! I'm so glad you can finally admit it! I thought you liked him for awhile, but you just never looked like you'd make that move," Hikari gushed and gave Asuka another quick squeeze. The body against hers felt nice…scary nice…but Hikari let that slide as a reaction to the emotional high. Letting go of the girl she asked, "Now what about those other girls?"
Scratching at her nose, Asuka felt herself break out in gooseflesh. Skin to skin contact with Hikari felt strange…in a way she didn't know was good or bad. "Well…Shinji doesn't just love me…he loves them too. And we don't doubt that its actually feeling and not just him liking a warm body. And its not just Rei," Asuka sighed and blew the hair out of her face. "It's Misato, Akagi, Urd, and Metatron…plus Mari" Asuka winced in anticipation of Hikari's reaction.
"Those two goddesses actually…with SHINJI! Maybe that's why he was so good at it," Hikari yelped in surprise. She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head so quickly it made her vision swim. "I mean I knew he was good after he…but with those adults too, and Suzuhara's sister? Wow," Hikari's hand fell away from her lips and her head dipped. Her expression became confusing, nose scrunched up as if she was contemplating a great and burdensome question.
Unknown to the two restroom dwelling girls, several other students had filed in after they took up residence and listened intently with growing fixation. They exchanged shocked expressions that all said the same thing 'the rumors are true!' but they chose silence less the fount of knowledge run dry.
Running her hands across her exposed arms, she felt chill all of the sudden, Asuka just nodded. "It's complicated, more so than you can ever believe, but yeah. And trust me when I tell you that little Suzuhara-chan is a real freak when it comes to snogging Shinji. They've only done it once, but from the evidence she's a real freak in the sack. Just like Wondergirl…swear she's a nympho now thanks to Shinji," Asuka knew it was partially from the harem of succubi's demonic nature but she couldn't help but think Shinji was partially to blame. "If you want to know more…I have a book I want to show you," Asuka added as she moved to exit the stall.
Maybe playing with the dark arts would be as fun for her as it was for Shinji. He did say she could use the book if she wanted…and maybe Hikari would find it interesting at well.
When the two existed the stall they found the bathroom just as empty as when the entered, never once realizing they had eavesdroppers.
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Walking up to the non-descript door, Urd closed her eyes and focused her powers on sensing. It was heavily shielded and blocked, but Urd was certain this time. "It's time for us to get re-acquainted sister," she grimaced as she gripped the doorknob. From the palm of her hand a wisp of air billowed out into the lock and began assaulting the tumblers. A moment later a satisfying click echoed in the empty hall and she pushed the door open. "Anybody home?" she called out as sappily as she could.
Nothing responded to the honeyed voice wafting through the apartment. The walls were sheet white and the floor a cheap cream shag carpet. No decorations adorned the walls, no furniture littered the living room. Each floorboard seemed to creak and groan under the new intrusions into the rooms.
Urd wasn't buying it, not for one moment. Snapping her fingers the illusion dispelled showing a much different scene. "You have to realize I could sense the magic hiding you and your toys, Skuld. So why not come out and we'll put this charade to an end!" Urd's fingers clenched into a fist as she spoke. Whatever Skuld was plotting or planning, Urd wasn't going to fall victim of it again. Knowing her sister as well as she did, despite the time apart, Urd walked over to the large flat screen television and pointed her finger at it. "I'll zap it," she said simply.
Dashing out of the closet she had been holed up in, Skuld panicked and rushed at one of her creations. "Don't break "Spy-kun" I just got all the kinks out of it!" she cried and wrapped her arms defensively against her technology. Skuld winced as gazed upon her sister's livid body, nearly toppling the television. "So what do I owe the honor of your visit?" Skuld squeaked out meekly.
A great deal of Urd's anger and momentum was lost the moment she saw the changed body of her sister. "You…you're a demon now! When did this happen?" Urd's shrill voice rattled the glass of Skuld's shared domicile. Paintings that had been 'borrowed' from private collections littered the walls along with purloined lavish couches and chairs. "And how did you heal yourself…last I saw you, you weren't looked to good," Urd critiqued as she ran a finger along Skuld's cheek.
Batting Urd's hand away, Skuld moved from her television deeper into the apartment and sat on one of the couches. Urd's change in tone was replicated in Skuld's body language. "I guess nobody told you, not surprising as only Metatron really understood what Belldandy did. The fragment of Belldandy overtook that girl and healed my wounds, and turned me into a demon," Skuld's smile was both warm and slightly dangerous. Opening a nearby mini-fridge she pulled out a prepared ice cream sunday.
Sitting across from her changed sister, Urd felt a trickle of her old anger re-surface but was still dwarfed by the shock. "So all these things you've been doing for me isn't some elaborate trap? I mean I haven't heard from you since you sealed me, and the sketchy recounts from the others, and here I find you living alone with a wealth of stolen items, and hacking me into a better apartment?" Urd wanted answers from her sister. If she liked what she heard, maybe Urd wouldn't have to punish the little girl.
"Keep it down out there, we're having fun in here and you're distracting us!" Naoko-chan called from behind a sealed door. A plaque with all three Magi's handles was sketched into the marble stone hanging from an iron hook was the only evidence of who lived within. "Left! LEFT! It's going to escape if you don't get a firm grip on it Naoko-san!" Naoko-chan called out giggling.
Thumbing the door, Skuld shook her head, "I don't live alone. But at times I think I might be better off if I were." Reaching back into the fridge, Skuld tossed Urd one of Naoko-sama's bottled margaritas. "I liberated the consciousness from inside the computers at the place your boy works at. They somehow made bodies for themselves and well…" she rolled her eyes and took a big bite of her dessert.
Unscrewing the metal flask, Urd sniffed the liquid cautiously. Taking a small nip she grinned and took a larger drink. "I won't ask when you chose to become a lesbian, Bell always said love was love regardless of the body involved. Now care to give me a reason not to blast you regardless of the digs you got for us?" Urd didn't care for the term 'your boy' coming from Skuld. It was still a sore point, Skuld could have killed Shinji and nearly did kill Misato. It was going to take a lot more than a new apartment to sooth that wound.
"It's so limp and small, I can't have any fun with it like this!" Naoko-sama's annoyed voice wafted through the door. "If we don't breath some more life into it I'm just going to have to put the poor dear out of our misery," she added with a hint of finality.
Turning her head sharply to face the door, Skuld's hair flew outward in a perfect ark nearly hitting Urd. "For fuck's sake kill that damn thing and stop playing with it!" her annoyance was only matched by the smile on her face. Sighing lightly she turned back to Urd and saw the confused borderline horrified look on her sister's face. "One of the trials, somehow it infiltrated their cyber brains and well…ever see a cat play with a mouse before?" she asked as she drew her thumb across her throat.
Urd didn't know technology at all, at least not earth technology, so she just let her wide eyed expression do the talking for her. Another trial had been sent already! Things were moving faster and faster towards its climax and Urd wasn't even moist yet. "Well since whatever they are is from Earth I guess it doesn't violate the terms of the trials, so we can avoid direct intervention for now. Now back to me telling Metatron where you are or not? You know she wants to kill you for how close you came to hurting Shinji. For an agent of the True-Enemy she is a slave to earthly delights," Urd reclined in the plush chair and took another drink.
Dropping the glass cup she liberated from the home of a drug dealer, Skuld grimaced at Urd's bluntness. "Look I know I have along way to go to make things up to you and those people you live with. I've already started on making you an identity on this Earth AND getting you a high paid position at the same place they work. That way you can move around without fearing exposure," Skuld tossed Urd an ID she pulled from her pocket.
"The apartment was just a down payment to prove I don't have any more ill intentions towards any of you," Skuld pleaded with outstretched hands. "But you don't know how horrible life was for me back when I did it. Every moment was agony both physically and mentally. I thought you abandoned me, my body was in tatters, and I was too blinded by Order to see the truth of things. I wanted…I wanted to die Urd, so cut me a little slack," Skuld crossed her arms and turned away angrily.
Nodding at her likeness on the card, "I do look sexy as hell in any photo I'm in. Maybe I should become a model and make a little extra money." Getting out of her chair she polished off her drink and tossed the flask into Skuld's lap. She wasn't forgiving Skuld completely yet, but Urd had to admit she did owe Skuld some slack. She had a great deal better life than her unfortunate sister. Patting the still pouting girl's head, "I'll think about forgiving you, and I'll ask the others to do the same. Just…let me know when and what you're going to do to us before you do it alright?" she ground her fist into the top of Skuld's head painfully but not overly so.
A raucous laughter erupted from the door with the plague as it slid open and the trio of Naoko Akagi walked out. One clad in a French maid outfit, another a lap coat far to small for her, and the last in a shoulder-less black evening gown. In unison, "We broke it," they chimed in unison with varying smiles on their faces ranging from happy to orgasmic.
Urd didn't wait for Skuld to say anything, the triplets were giving her weird enough vibes. Taking to the window, she jumped out the eight story window and took to the late afternoon air. She had to help Shinji with his little artist problem.
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Walking away from the door, behind which the girl that just kissed him was getting yelled at for being late, Shinji whistled low. His time with Mari always made him feel better regardless of the situation. They had just took a leisurely walk around the campus and talked among the vacating students, but Shinji couldn't have enjoyed it more. He surprised her with another small baggy of cookies. He insured her they weren't spiked like the last ones and she hugged him.
With the setting sun spilling in through the windows of the school, the hallway was awash in reds and oranges. Nobody save Shinji was still wandering the halls, if students were present they were inside the clubrooms and cared little for the go-homers. His footfalls echoed as he walked, but he could faintly hear the sound of somebody stalking closer to him from behind.
"It's that Takashiro in case you were starting to worry, Shin-baby," Urd protected into the boy's mind. The ex-Norn of the past had been keeping tabs on the woman the moment she started trailing Shinji. It was easy to fly behind somebody when you were only three inches tall and could turn invisible, which Urd could do without any problem. "You're next on her little inquisition list, so you best be ready," she huskily implied.
Her own mental voice projected from the right side, Metatron added to the debate. "Nobody suspects the inquisition, its chief weapon is surprise. As you know she will try to seduce information about the Lexicon from you it will be easy to sidestep her," Metatron's keen eyes followed every strand of hair on Hiroko's head. Sensing the latent magic within the art teacher, Metatron could tell it was holy magic. Her enemy was a human goaded by the cause of Order.
Letting out a haughty laugh, Urd wasn't having anything on Metatron's simple and easy plan. "Where is the fun in just side stepping her? She reeks of magic and not normal magic but ero-magic. That little chippie has been influenced by one of the lesser grimoires, I'd say the black bible," Urd said with distain. Lesser magic and demonic sacrifice gave chaos a bad rap. "I say we have Shin-chan break her as she intends to break him," had she a physical body at the time she would have thrust her bust out.
"But I'm not good at that kind of thing," Shinji whispered discouraged. His body was already quivering and pulsating with nervous energy. He had heard updates about the art teacher, but he never suspected it would come to this. "Can't I just cast a spell or something on her to forget about me or something?" he pleaded. His time studying the Lexicon had proven that it contained the power. Mostly it was used to make partners forget how poorly the caster performed.
Materializing for a moment before the boy, Urd waggled a chastising finger at him. "How will you get any better at this unless you practice? And she's got a hot little body and her thinking she has you at disadvantage will make her putty in your hands," Urd's hands cupped her sides and trailed down seductively. "But if things get dangerous we'll step in to put a stop to her. So what do you have to lose?" she winked knowingly.
Calling out to the boy she was shadowing, Hiroko was ready to end the charade, "Is that you Ikari-kun? Do you have a moment to help me carry this to the art room?" She had been following the child ever since school let out and watched his interacting with the Mari. After checking all the other boys that fit the potential, Shinji was the last and she had high hopes it was him. If it wasn't that meant it was a female or a teacher and that put her back at the starting block.
Turning to face his would be seducer he imparted an 'I'll try' to his demonic side before waving at Hiroko. "Oh Takashiro-sensei, carrying a little too much?" he quipped noticing the several boxes in her hands. Quickly moving to her and grasping some of articles that had encumbered her, he sucked in a sharp breath. While not on par with Urd or Metatron, Hiroko was truly blessed in many ways physically. "W-why are you here so late anyway?" he gasped out.
Wiping her forehead with her hand, Hiroko smiled warmly at the boy. Her ensemble was specifically chosen to entice the most talked about boy on campus. Black silk stalkings lead up to a trim black skirt, her top was a light violet vest expertly cut to hoist her bust that almost burst from her white long sleeve top. "You could say I've bit off a little more than I could chew, and since I've been helping the nurses catch up on exams I'm behind on my own work," she forced a labored tone yet batted her eyes at him.
"Careful Shin-baby, you're almost at half mast, if I didn't know better I'd think you were getting aroused by her," Urd teased knowing Shinji was indeed enjoying the view. "You'll have to thank your devoted Fourteen-kun for this information too, she's been dying to get her claws into you…or you into her," Urd flashed Shinji a mental image of said succubus with fingers in a place wasn't normally a load bearing structure moaning out his name.
Eyes popping open at the mental image, Shinji banished such thoughts and turned deftly towards the art room. "Well it's nice that you're willing to help, Takashiro-sensei. Not everybody is willing to help when people need it. A real shame if you ask me," he fought to control his breathing. Just as Urd teased he could feel a tightening sensation and had to keep from being beaten by this woman.
Opening the door to her domain, incense already burning to weaken her prey's resolve, Hiroko kept the conversation banal yet moving less he become suspicious. Shinji was a wild animal, savage and powerful. Just being in his presence was making her light headed. Such were her ideal mates, or so she thought. "Just set those anywhere, Ikari-kun, I'll put them away later. If you're willing to help, I could always use a man's skilled hands," she let the innuendo begin.
Opening the box, Shinji grabbed some of the contents, large brushes used for canvases paintings. "Must be nice to be able to create art, I don't have much talent for it," he mused as he set them on the table. Taking a quick look over at Hiroko, Shinji was giving a site straight up her skirt and at her lacy black panty's. "D-D-do you enjoy it, is that why you became an art teacher, Takashiro-sensei?" he quickly turned away.
Judging it a weak success, Hiroko stood up and scampered over to the blushing student. Grabbing his arm playfully, "You don't have to be so formal Ikari-kun, school is over so I'm a woman before I'm a teacher now." She pressed her bust against his arms and let the flesh wrap around him. "My aren't you an honest one," she quipped seeing Shinji's tented pants. "And here the rumors are you're quite the lady killer, do you have me in your sites?" she giggled.
At Urd's mental pressure, Shinji turned the tables on Hiroko with one hand. Flipping his wrist over, palm up, Shinji gently wrapped his fingers around the orb pressed against his left arm. "What makes you think I would want you, Takahiro-san? You are pretty, but that alone doesn't mean you can sate me," he tried sounding cool and in control, he tried to act like his father would. He failed, but combined with his talisman he saw a change in the woman. He could see her eyes soften and start to glisten with anticipation.
He wasn't using magic on her! She knew that for a fact, she'd have sensed any incantation he would have cast, and she hadn't eaten or drank anything so she couldn't have been drugged. Pulling back, to reassess, "I think you are being a little to forward, Ikari-kun. You might have those school girls fooled with your calm demeanor and attitude, but you shouldn't try your luck with somebody out of your league," she waggled a finger at her.
Without any coaching, Shinji acted on impulse. Grabbing her hand he stuck her finger into his mouth and suckled on it gently. "But isn't this why you brought me in here and locked the door? Or did you have another reason for it?" he let Metatron's observation fuel his statement. As strange and foreign to him as this was, Shinji was starting to like it, but could see it wasn't for him. Recapturing her left breast, Shinji's thumb plied at the now visible nipple. "Were you worried that the rumors were true and you're testing me…or something else?" he leaned in close and said softly into her ear.
Her ears were one of her greatest weak points and the boy scored a direct hit against them. "I…I wanted to ask if you've been doing anything bad. R-rumors about you p-practicing bad things…that somebody gave you a book…" she wasn't supposed to be this direct but she couldn't think straight. Her breast felt so good, the hairs on her ear were tingling, and she felt moisture gathering. "So-so you should…should sto…" she couldn't finish.
Shinji darted in quick as she opened her mouth and sealed it with his own. It tasted sour, but not unpleasant. Her lipstick had a bad taste so he did his best to avoid it with his tongue. Doing his best to recall just how Rei would act to bring him to a frenzy, he did his best to mimic it. Opening his eyes after he broke the kiss, he could see nothing but desire gazing back at him with each heaving breath that wafted against his face. "Sorry, but I haven't been reading much lately. So I think you're wrong about that rumor," he prayed he didn't show visibly that he was lying.
Panting heavy and hard, Hiroko had lost before she even started. She had spilled the beans about her plan, all because she fell victim to a boy. A boy with skilled hands, and she would try again after she let him have his way with her. "You're just…saying that…" she could barely stand her lower region was drenched. Leaning against Shinji she gave one last rebellious act, "Tell the truth you have the Lexicon don't you?"
This time it was Metatron's suggestion that made Shinji move. Pulling back sharply, he had to draw his head back less Hiroko's body crush into his, "Lexicon? What is that?" Shaking his head, he was ever so tempted to give into temptation and call the match a draw. He felt bad about knowing he wanted her, especially when he had people he loved back home, but Urd insured him that this was for the best. Breaking free, "Sorry but I'm going home. Goodnight Takashiro-san."
Just as Urd and Metatron suspected, Hiroko's exposure to ero-magic finally overcame here mind. It was a side effect to some of the more demonic spells, the resurgence of uncontrollable lust. Wrapping her arms around Shinji's waist, one hand snuck down and started rubbing. "Don't go! I'll do…do anything…just…don't go yet," she had to have release her body was almost on fire with it.
His inability to harm others or shame them nearly caused him to continue his retreat, but the look on her face was just to much. Urd and to tell him what to do at first. "Is that so? Well then for starters why don't you see if you can rub some of that lipstick off?" he could barely repeat the words Urd told him to say. It was crass and boorish, but it did the trick on the woman before him.
Spinning Shinji around, Hiroko quickly got on her knees as her skilled fingers unhinged Shinji's slacks. "Boys are always fixated on this aren't they," she tittered with excitement. Pulling the pants down with gusto, she couldn't surprises her own smile at the full mast of Shinji's manhood. "You are large for your age, or you've been getting a lot of use out of it…" she ran her tongue up the length to sample the flavor.
She liked it…she liked it a lot.
Remembering what Rei told him to do when she did the same, Shinji gripped Takashiro by the sides of her head with his hands. "Y-you do that r-really well," he couldn't say Urd's dirty talk anymore, it just wasn't in him. No force on earth could have gotten him to say 'you suck that like a hover'. He guided her head back and forth as he leaned against the wall.
"When you go off I'm going to cast a quick little spell on you to keep you up and going for two hours, Shinji," Urd said directly to him. She was enjoying the show, but she had to get back to the new apartment and she could see Takashiro was subdued for the time being. "I can't do much else or she'd notice and that would be a world of trouble. Just keep pummeling her until she passes out," she giggled again and took off with Metatron in tow the moment after Shinji coated the inside of Takashiro's throat.
Cleaning the dribbling from her lips, Hiroko licked her lips and moved her hand to the still hard and blazing object of her momentary obsession. "This is why I love the young…you're delicious and still so…" she pumped a few more times before turning around and pulling down her panties and stalkings. "H-have I earned a reward yet, I-Ikari-kun" she almost said his full name…all most called him 'sama'. She was close to being broken already.
Now on his own, a lot of his confidence was gone. Nuzzling in close to her, the Libido screamed a war cry so fierce it deafened the Ego and Super Ego. Teasing the woman by rubbing himself up and down the ridges of her petal, "Are you sure you want to do this with a student, Takashiro-sensei?" He'd not if she showed any reluctance or hesitation, he had been sated, though he had no idea that the woman before him could go for miles and miles.
Pushing back when she felt him enter ever so slightly, she buried herself down to the root and squealed mindlessly. "Call me…Hiroko-chan…S-Shinji," she gasped out between thick meaty slaps backward. Liquid heat poured into her sacred place as she drooled. It had been to long since she felt this good, far to long. "Harder…Shinji…I want to feel you deep!" she pleaded.
His hands timidly grasped at her waist, one hand on her perky rump, "A-alright Hiro-chan." He slammed deeply into the tight and clenching wetness, it almost felt to be sucking him inward with each push. If he had been any other type of man he'd have thought she was the least of his enjoyed bodies in this sense, but Shinji didn't judge. "Is this…what you…want?" he asked as his body caved over. His stomach, now exposed as his shirt hitched up from the friction caressed Hiroko's sweaty back.
Arms going weak, Hiroko felt her body pressing against the ground, her bust keeping her from grinding her face against the floor. "Just like that…just like that…right there…almost…almost…" she felt the long absent feeling of climax coming. Men of all shapes, sizes, and ages tried to score with her yet she turned them down. Nothing compared to those times she had been ravished while under that magic haze…yet here and now she felt more than she ever did at the hands of yet another teenager.
Exploding deeply inside Hiroko, Shinji's hands unexpectedly found themselves groping Hiroko's breasts again. He felt her flush against him before he went off, which sent him over the edge. "Hiro-chan…that was," he gave her a squeeze as she pulled him out of her and rolled over. He gasped as she ripped open her blouse and vest exposing herself, he noticed she was bigger than Misato.
"Again…please again…" she moaned with outstretched arms. It was to early to quit, not with him still ready to go. If she had been able to think she'd have questioned how he was so good and still so able to perform, but her mind was lost in the haze of carnal bliss. She'd have to do this again, maybe she could enlist him to help her find the Lexicon if he truly didn't have it.
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Standing on the mezzanine overlooking the nightlights of the city, Misato was not wowed by its austere beauty. "Where the hell is he at?" she asked aloud as she gripped her forearms tightly. The summer heat didn't detract from the chill she felt just wondering what was keeping the boy from coming to his new home. "I know I went a little overboard again last night, but it was our last night in that apartment and I wanted it to be memorable," the four year younger Misato bemoaned.
Tapping the worried woman on the left shoulder then ducking to the right, Urd giggled as Misato did a pirouette to find her. "Something on your mind my dear Katsuragi-chan?" the Norn asked as she extended a can of beer. Once the moistened can was no longer in her grasp, she sauntered over to the edge of the balcony and put her back against it. The wind billowed and played with her platinum hair, whipping and curling it as if playing with the flawless main.
Cracking the top open, Misato glared hotly at the woman who had the audacity to tease her. "Shinji is still not home yet. He's more than four hours late you know," she took a large drink and belched. The new comforts of her expensive and lavishly decorated apartment didn't calm her mind. "He calls if he's going out on a date with one of the Rei's or something…so why haven't we heard from him. And for that matter," she took another mighty drink, "why aren't you with him?"
Casually dismissing Misato, Urd followed Metatron's movements as the angelic assassin joined Hikari and Asuka in the German's room. Urd noticed the Lexicon was missing from Shinji's room, and would bet that something interesting was going to happen to that new little cutie. "Calm down Misato, he's safe. I just took a quick peek on him, and he's just starting round seven is all," Urd's head shook in disbelief. She hadn't needed cast that spell on him after all, the virility of youth was strong in Shinji.
Smashing the now empty can, three gulps was a new record, against her head, Misato tossed the can into the corner. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is he off with somebody right now and didn't call to let us know about it?" Misato's parental anger showed its ugly face. It wasn't that she didn't trust Shinji, it was she accepted the fact that he was a high priority target. Her emotions made it harder to think when his safety was involved.
Hopping into the air and laying on a buffer of wind, Urd grinned playfully at Misato. "Is somebody jealous that the man she rode for most the previous night is off with another woman?" she cooed. Tickling Misato's chin, her eyes were alight with mischief. "True of the matter is, Takashiro was either off her game today or the woman has a real hair trigger," she confessed.
Strolling back into the apartment, the A/C instantly striking her and making her body chilled, Misato spun around so quickly she fell back into the couch. "Ouch," she muttered rubbing her head that hit the backboard. "Care to tell me who or what Takashiro is? Is she another goddess, demon, monster, or other magical construct that intends to either eat our souls or destroy our planet?" Misato was growing too frazzled with the meta-physical world impeding her ability to life a happy yet promiscuous life.
Hovering over the coffee table, Urd rolled over and grabbed the remote. Flipping the television on and through several stations of cable she stopped on a soft-core station, rich on story yet with a touch of 'heavy romance'. "Takashiro is an art teacher that just so happens to be attuned to magical energies. She's a normal human that got to close to somebody or something using a book more 'evil' than the Lexicon that warped her thinking…we think," Urd rubbed her temple with the remote.
Takashiro could just have been a woman tapped, both physically and spiritually, by Order to combat Chaos. But both Urd and Metatron could feel the faint traces of latent magic that did lead them to believe Hiroko wasn't damaged goods but at least sampled goods.
Sitting up, yet still hovering, Urd could feel Misato's aura growing more malevolent with her vagueness. "We knew she was targeting students to see if any of them had the Lexicon so we set this up to be Shinji's first attempt at seducing a woman. And she must have either been really horny or she's not suited for her chosen field," Urd shrugged. Urd had expected a prolonged game of cat and mouse before Shinji shagged the woman, yet she melted like butter under his hands.
"And you said seventh time?" Misato rose her eyebrow and scoffed. "She better not be coming to my door like Ritsuko does looking for a room and a spot in line," Misato huffed and let the ease of knowing what really was happening sink in. Shinji was safe, for the time being, so she could relax. "If I didn't love that boy though, I'd think we should rent him out as a woman pleaser, he has a knack for it," she giggled at the idea of 'rent-a-Shinji'.
Giving Asuka's room one last glance, Urd settled in along side Misato on the couch to watch the movie. Arm draped around her growing buddy's arms, Urd was always in for a little skinship. "Oh and just so you know, Asuka is showing Hikari the Lexicon so expect a little craziness," she was glad she had her arm on the woman's shoulder or Misato would have fallen off the couch.
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Notes
Not much just more plot development and a little limy goodness. Hope ya enjoy and notice that in a few places I've tried writing in a different style than normal. Sticking to a single character and the omniscient point of view rather than jumping from person to person. I like it, gives a bit more sense of mystery and suspense when you don't know EVERYBODY's motives and thoughts. Hope ya notice/enjoy.
And again…if you would be so kind to give my story 'The Long Walk' a quick glance I'd be much appreciative. Its on fictionPress
Later
Mercaba