A Darker Path
TheReaperCometh
A/N: Hey! School started last week :( and I've just been having one hell of a time getting used to waking up so early again - though I guess everyone is experiencing something similar at this time of the year, right? Anywho, hope you enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 25: "Full Moon"
POV Nagisa
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I freeze as the cold barrel of a handgun presses into the side of my head.
My breath hitches.
My mind races, runnning through thousands of simulatory scenarios to potentially escape my imminent death: but nothing I can think of can trump the speed at which a trigger can be pulled. That leaves me with only one option: bide my time.
"W-wait… before you pull the trigger, hear me out…" I stammer out, desperately trying to think of something, anything, I can say to convince my assailer not to move his trigger finger another half inch.
To my surprise, the gun is suddenly jerked away from my head.
"Jesus Nagisa!" A female voice cries out in a relieved whisper, "what are you doing slinking in through the window like a creep! I almost blew your head off!".
I turn my head towards the source of the voice, and squint into the darkness.
"Irina?" I ask incredulously. It's hard to see in the dark.
"No, I'm actually the muffin man - Who else?!" She shouts sarcastically: "But I'm glad you're okay!" she adds joyfully, pulling me into a crushing hug before letting me go and reaching to the side to turn on a lamp.
My eyes shut tightly in protest at the spontaneous burst of light. After a few seconds and some forceful eye rubbing, I regain my vision. My eyes widen.
"I-Irina!" I cry out as my eyes travel over the scantily dressed woman before me. I try to force myself to look away but even I, with my nearly non existent libido, can't tear my eyes off her.
She's wearing a sky blue colored, lacy band of fabric over her chest - and I say "piece of fabric", because one would be hard pressed to call it a bra: it looks like a bandaid trying to hold back a bursting dam. She's also wearing an equally revealing, matching colored pair of panties which graciously accentuates her curvaceous hips and toned abdomen. She has what most people would call a perfect hourglass figure.
I'm currently devoting 100% of my conscious ability to keep my eyes from straying too much. If I can't get my greedy eyes to look away from her, then I'll just have to look at an innocent part of her then: her face. Nothing wrong there! I've seen it a million times, it's what I, and everyone else looks at when talking to her, no big deal...
Ahhhhh! It's not helping. Her unkempt hair and wild look in her eyes only adds to her erotic appeal. My eyes ignore my effort to preserve my innocence and look down to her body again.
Luckily for me, she hasn't noticed my staring yet - she seems preoccupied with what's going outside
"Nagisa, have you seen Karma?" She asks quietly, trying to peer out the window.
I shake my head to clear my head of...other thoughts.
"Um, er, yeah, I was on the roof with him before uh...coming in here. Where's Karasuma?" I ask, looking up at the ceiling trying to quell the primal heat in my chest.
"He went downstairs to get some 'more useful firepower' as he put it. Told me to stay put for now and we'd regroup soon. Is Karma still on the roof?"
"I think so. He said he had a plan" I offer absent mindedly as I continue to ogle her body.
She turns her head to look at me, forcing me to meet her eyes so as not to seem suspicious.
Before she can answer though, a strange whistle is heard from outside, right below the window. Irina rushes over to the window, and moves to open it.
"Hang on! What if it's an enemy!" I ask as I grab her wrist. She whirls around to face me, the sudden twist of her body causes her chest to jiggle multiple times.
"No, it's definitely Karasuma! That's a signal we came up with a while back" She assures me. With no reason to refute her claim, I shrug and let go of her wrist. She turns off the lamp then whirls back around. She pull on the thin band of panty fabric at the side of her hip before snapping it back over the handgun she was holding, to free up her second hand.
I can honestly say I've never seen someone holster a gun in a pair of panties before, but I can tell you one thing - it was oddly hot.
She flings open the window.
"Karasuma!" She cries in a cheery, hushed tone, bending over at a 90 degree angle out the window so that her midriff is resting on the window sill.
Lord give me strength, she's doing it on purpose now!
Her legs are splayed out widely in a V as she leans out the window, leaving her derriere on full display.
You know what, if she's gonna put herself in a position like that, I'm not even going to feel bad about gawking at her now - all I can be guilty of now is being a teenage boy.
No! I slap myself, shutting my eyes. Stop it Nagisa, get a grip! But…
I hesitantly open my eyes again. Much to my… mixed feelings of both excitement and dismay… it seems her panties become practically thong-like at the back, leaving almost nothing to the imagination as I soak in the full view of her ass. Now that the tinted window has been lifted, the moonlight is filtering in, casting a pale glow over her smooth pale skin. My eyes travel over her slender, toned legs all the way up to the plump cheeks of her firm bubble butt. I feel the surge of heat that had been quarantined into just my chest, travel down to my lower region. I cross my legs to hide it. I'm vaguely aware that Irina and Karasuma have been talking this whole time, and not listening probably means I'm missing some vital intel right now - but who cares!
"Ungh! Almost-!" Irina suddenly cries out as she reaches out the window to whatever it is Karasuma is handing her. As she stretches herself further and further, her butt wiggles from side to side invitingly.
"Okay, got it - damn I forgot how BIG it was!" She grunts out.
An intoxicating dizziness washes over me.
As she strains to lift the mystery object, her butt clenches, and the thong like band disappears completely behind tightened cheeks.
My eyes stare shamelessly, burning the image of Irina's practically bare ass into my memory. I clench my thighs together as tightly as I can to keep my obstinate member down.
This is a new low for me. 'You're disgusting' a small part of me says to myself.
The other 90% of me however...
Finally, Irina hoists herself back out of the window, and I finally see the wonderful item which permitted me such an erotic show.
My eyes widen at the gun she produces - a sniper rifle, and a very sleek looking one at that. The most impressive feature is its long and narrow three foot barrel with a rectangular silencer placed over the muzzle. It has an impressive scope, and a long cartridge jutting out from the bottom: and with no bolt, it must be semi automatic. The moonlight reflects off its slick, crbon colored surface, giving it a menacing gleam. Attached from the side of the scope hangs a pair of pink dice, like some sort of charm. Irina hoists it proudly over her shoulder with a smile.
"Uwaaa! Feels good to be holding my baby once again" She exclaims triumphantly, stroking the stock of the rifle affectionately. Then she shoots me a questioning look.
"Uh… Nagisa? You need to go to the bathroom or something?"
"Huh?" I respond incoherently, still in awe of the ridiculously large rife.
She motions to my crossed legs. I feel my face burn up. I can't uncross them yet, it's still up!
"Er, yeah… is that… yours?" I ask in return to deflect the topic, motioning to the rifle.
"Yeah! This has been my gun of choice for years! We've gone on so many missions together. I can't even begin to imagine how many people I've shot with this!" She says with a grin.
That's a bit… morbid.
"Oh, I didn't know you were so passionate about your guns, Irina sensei…"
"Well excuse me! When you're in my line of work for so long, it can't be helped!" She exclaims defensively
"Anyway, there's no time for idle chatter Nagisa, let's get on with the plan!" She says while strutting towards the door.
"W-wait! What plan?!" I ask. She whirls around and raises an eyebrow.
"What do you mean 'what plan', what you think we were just talking about with Karasuma?"
Hell if I know!
"S-sorry, I didn't really catch any of that conversation. I was… distracted" I say honestly.
"Distracted? By what? I looked back at you a couple times and you were nodding so it looked like you were listening"
I gulp. I didn't even notice! It was subconscious!
"I was… uh, lost in thought and… admiring the, uh... full moon" I answer truthfully.
"Lost in thought?! What could POSSIBLY be diverting your attention from the life and death situation we're in!" She exclaims while spreading her arms out in an exaggerated manner, causing her chest to puff out. Any further, and her bra would've surely snapped.
She then turns and looks skeptically out the window "...and there isn't even a full moon out tonight!" She adds.
Yeah, not THAT full moon, I think to myself perversely, with only a tinge of remorse.
"O-oh really?" I say while pretending to strain myself to look out the window. She sighs.
"Okay well I'll give you the lowdown then-" She suddenly stops talking and freezes in place. I blink confusedly.
"Irina?" Just then, the hairs on the back of my neck stick up, and my instinct relays a chill down my spine.
"Get down!" Irina cries out startlingly, diving on top of me and forcing us both to floor just as a torrent of bullets tear through the wall like paper mache. The onslaught of bullets continues relentlessly as it ravages everything around us.
Clank as the lamp on the side table and mirror on the back wall are obliterated simultaneously into hundreds of shards.
Feathers from gutted pillows burst from their cases and rain down on us.
Wood chips are sprayed into the air as the bed frame is utterly destroyed
All Irina and I can do is lay down, motionless, and pray that we don't get hit. The flurry of bullets is nearly deafening. Wait a minute… Irina is still mounted on top of me! She's laying down right on top of me in order to stay low to the ground. I suddenly become keenly aware of her chest pressing into mine.
With a mind of their own, my hands reach around and overtop her, and before I can even process what's happening, they suddenly each clasp down on Irina's ass. Eloquently put, in modern language…
She's thicc. Definitely deserving of the two c's
My hands continue to fondle and squeeze the plump yet firm mounds as if on autopilot, all while the flurry of bullets continues to whirl by us.
I'm likely going to hell for this.
Then suddenly the assault ends. My ears are ringing. A few seconds pass as Irina and I pant in silence. She then props herself up on my chest with her elbows tentatively, as it testing to see if a bullet would whiz by again. Then she looks down at me with a shocked expression, as if just becoming aware of something.
"Jeez Nagisa, I always took you as a 'hands on' kinda learner but…" She trails off accusingly in a teasing tone, looking back over her shoulder at my hands.
"W-what?" I squeak out.
Then the feeling of soft skin on my hands reminds me. I feel my face burn up as she stares down at me.
"So… do you mind, Nagisa?" She says as she reaches behind her and wrenches my hands off her body. A residual tingling sensation lingers on my fingertips.
"Ah, er, I can explain, Irina sensei-!" I try to come up with an excuse, but she puts her hand over my mouth.
"And to think all this time, I thought you were one of the good boys, Nagisa! You rascal, taking advantage of the situation like that - for shame! I guess now I know what was 'distracting' you earlier, hmm?"
I look away shamefully, unable to think of anything to say.
"Aw come on, don't get like that! You know I'm not one to make a fuss about this sort of thing. I mean, at the end of the day, you're still just a guy!" She giggles, then leans down close to my face and winks.
"It'll be our little secret, 'kay?" She whispers, which only makes me blush even moore profusely.
"More importantly however," she starts, sitting back upright, her tone changing suddenly in a way which says 'okay, teasing time is over': "We need to find cover ASAP. Those bullets undoubtedly came from a gatling gun, and they're probably just about done reloading so - EEK!" Irina suddenly yelps and scrambles off of me.
"Irina? W-what's wrong?" Is all I can say at her sudden outburst.
Now, disconcertingly enough, it's Irina's turn to blush and look away timidly at the floor, crossing her arms over her chest. She brushes the hair out from in front of her face in a fluster.
"I felt it poke me…" she says quietly.
My heart nearly leaps out of my throat. There's no question as to what 'it' is. I glance down, mortified, at my 'tent'.
I wish for nothing more than to disappear off the face of the planet. I pray for the next flurry of bullets to come as soon as possible to put me out of my misery. Before I can say anything, Irina speaks up in a flustered tone.
"A-anyway, like I said, this'll be our little secret so let's just… quick, we need cover…" She changes the topic quickly and starts looking around, and I begin doing the same. The wall on the side which the bullets came from is riddled with thousands of holes. Everything else in the room is in a similarly perforated state. I look behind me and see that the bullets even penetrated the walls on the opposite side of the room.
That's some serious firepower.
"Help me move this for cover, it should be enough to block the bullets. Next time they reload I'll take them out with my rifle, o-okay?" She asks as she gets off the floor and moves over to an oak wardrobe against the wall. All I can do is nod in response and follow her over, for my voice has abandoned me. I can still see traces of a blush on her face, and I can't help but notice that she's avoiding having to look at me. The air is tense between us.
We both grip either side of the wardrobe.
"1..2...3!" Irina counts down and we both heave with all our might. After a few seconds of seemingly struggling in vain, we manage to tip it forward just enough for gravity to do the rest of the work. I flinch as the wardrobe smashes into the floor with a thunderous crash.
"Quick, get behind it!" She cries out as she grabs my wrist and yanks me to the floor onto her lap behind the wardrobe. And not a second too soon, as the explosive roar of armor piercing rounds tears through the room once more.
Chunks of wood fly all around us - a few of which scrape against my face and shoulders like shrapnel, sending a sharp pain through my body. The bullets continue to drill into the wardrobe, and I can feel the steady vibrations from the force of bullets through the wardrobe, but it seems Irina was right to choose this as our barricade.
All we can do hold onto each other, sit still and wait for the chaotic destruction to end.
About thirty more seconds pass, which feels like an eternity, before the last few thunks are heard and all is quiet. I touch my shoulder and my right cheek - just minor scratches.
Without a moment's hesitation, Irina releases me and vaults over the wardrobe gracefully. She leaps onto the bed and lays down on her stomach, grabbing her rifle and propping herself up. She acted so quickly, I can hardly process what's happening. I watch attentively as she presses her cheek against the stock and looks through the scope. A few seconds pass. She exhales sharply.
A muffled bang echoes throughout the room, as Irina pulls the trigger and inhales sharply.
A slight readjustment of the gun.
Another exhale.
Bang.
Irina turns around proudly, hopping off the bed.
"Two down - who knows how many more to go!" She beams at me.
I blink incredulously.
"So you just… took out two of them?" I ask in complete astonishment.
"Well duh. What, did you think I was shooting at partridges?" She quips, putting her arms through a strap and slinging her rifle onto her back.
"That was incredible, Irina sensei! I didn't even know you were a sniper! You just took them out in seconds from a few hundred metres away. Can you teach me how to shoot a rifle like that?!" I ask enthusiastically.
"Sure thing! We can start doing that for some of our one-on-one sessions. Although if you thought that was impressive: neither of them were moving targets. And I'll have you know I've made kill shots from over two kilometres away in the past with this rifle!" She gloats in a haughty voice.
"T-two kilometres?!"
"I mean, in ideal conditions - low wind, good vantage point, no obstructions - I could probably hit a target about 6 km away" She states matter of factly
I gawk open mouthed. 6 km?! I didn't even know something like that was possible.
"Come on Nagisa, let's get down and regroup with Karasuma" She says excitedly, obviously pleased with the idea of reuniting with him.
I'm just glad the weird tension between us is gone.
"Oh but first let me get some clothes on… sorry to disappoint, Nagisa, but I can't have you dying because you were too busy staring at a 'full moon'"
My expression must be priceless, because Irina looks over and laughs.
"What, you thought you were being clever with that?" She asks rhetorically while walking over to a pile of clothes in the corner.
"Oh god dammit!" She exclaimed, holding up what was once probably a shirt, but is now a gangly piece of fabric that was torn to shreds by the bullets. She then produced a pair of shorts which was less damaged, but still had a fairly large hole on the left side of the back.
"I hope a half moon won't be as distracting for you, Nagisa," She said wittily with a chuckle while slipping into the pair of shorts. She simply discarded the useless shirt out the window.
"Really, I'm sorry about that Irina, I don't know what came over me…"
"Hey, I'm just poking a little fun at you… actually, I guess you were the one poking your 'fun' at me!" She laughs out
"Hardy har, you're just so witty" I say in an unimpressed tone, but on the inside a pang of guilt shoot throughs me, and I feel like dying. I scratch the back of my head.
"I… don't know what to say about that, Irina, I'll apologize a million times if I have to if-"
She shrugs with a smile:
"Getting ogled by guys who just see us as sex objects is just something pretty little things like me get used to" she states nonchalantly
" Ahhh" I exhale gloomily: " Well when you word it like that, I feel so much better…So now I'm some misogynistic pig?" I say sarcastically. Irina smiles and chuckles.
"You know I'm only teasing: Here, take this -" she says, reaching down and taking the handgun that was strapped to her hip and handing it to me. I reluctantly take it while fighting off a blush, thinking about where it had just been.
"Let's go!" Irina exclaims. I nod in agreement, and we cautiously open up the bedroom door just as bursts of gunshots are heard from downstairs.
POV Karma
5 minutes earlier
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A/N: So I'll admit this chapter may have been a bit… ridiculous XD but I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it. More action and seriousness in the next chapter though. Thanks for reading.