A Different Kind Of Horror
"Good gods, how long does it take to put on the uniform?"
The impudent complaint came from Benitsubasa as she impatiently paced
"It's not like she's wearing anything complex!" The pink-haired fire-cracker ranted, gesticulating wildly with both her hands. "Top! Skirt! Stockings! Haori! It should take like fifteen minutes at the max to get all that on! How long has she been in there?"
Haihane looked up from her inspection of her bladed gauntlets, sensing an opportunity to tease her uppity partner.
"Impatient already, Beni-chan?" She said with a smirk. "I guess you're like a child in more ways than one."
"Stop calling me flat, balloon-tits!" The other Sekirei shouted, covering her chest with both hands in embarrassment. "I'm just petite, dammit!"
The silver-haired Sekirei gave an expressive shrug, her smile widening mischievously.
"Which is just another word for flat." She agreed with a chortle, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. Which might have looked better, had she not almost skewered her own face with the long claws attached to her gauntlet in doing so.
"Grrrgh," Benitsubasa growled, gritting her teeth. "Why are we even talking about this? The issue now is Karasuba! She's taking too long to get her stuff on!"
Haihane shrugged at this, still enjoying a laugh at her partner's expense.
"Who cares?" She asked unenthusiastically. "She's the boss-lady: she can take all the time she needs, I suppose."
"But we have a mission!" Benitsubasa whined, pointing at Karasuba's door. "How am I supposed to show Natsuo-sama the light if I have to stand around waiting for her to get her ass in gear?"
"Well, why don't you tell her to hurry up?" Haihane asked, egging her on. "Shout at her for a few minutes, yeah?"
"E, eh?" The pink-haired alien stammered, looking as if the mere notion of criticizing her superior was insane. Which, considering who that superior was, might not have been very far from the truth. "I can't do that."
"No?" Haihane asked, a smirk once again appearing on her face. "Well, if you're too much of a little girl then I suppose I'll have to."
Benitsubasa watched, flabbergasted, as her counterpart stood up and knocked loudly on Karasuba's door.
"Karasuba-taichou?" She asked, careful to keep her voice respectful. "Do you think you'll be done soon?"
There was a sound that might, if the listener was feeling generous, be considered garbled mumbling from the other side of the door.
"I didn't quite get that," Haihane said, frowning. Taking care not to damage the doorhandle, Haihane opened the door and looked inside Karasuba's room. "Could you- what in the world…?"
The door swung open in total silence, but Haihane made no movement at all save for a drop of her jaw.
"Holy shit," She whispered, horrified at what she was witnessing.
"What?" Benitsubasa asked, suddenly intensely curious.
"What are you doing?" Karasuba shouted from inside the room, sounding almost embarrassed. "Get out of here! Shut the door!"
"It's, it's," The taller Sekirei stuttered, unwilling to look but incapable of turning away. "It's like staring into the heart of madness. This... this is just wrong."
"W, what's wrong?" Benitsubasa asked, somewhat taken aback by what she was hearing. "Hey, move over, I wanna se- oh my god! The eyes! So many eyes! Why are they staring at me?"
"Where did she get them all?" Haihane asked while looking skywards, almost as if imploring some higher power to descend and reveal the mystery of what they were seeing. "Surely someone would have noticed her bringing them all in. Someone would have to ask questions!"
"Get out!" Karasuba demanded desperately. "Now, before-"
"That one just moved!" Benitsubasa screamed, recoiling away from what she was seeing. "It's moving! Oh no, please don't let it talk-"
"Mamma," something small and child-like called out forlornly. "Mamma."
"It talked!" Benisubasa cried out, pointing at the horrifying scene. "Why would she do this? Why?"
"What's all this commotion ab- oh dear god in heaven what the hell happened here?" A random passerby screamed as they poked their head into the room to see. "Why are the walls pink?"
It should at this point be noted that Karasuba's room was in fact not filled with anything that might be considered horrific, grisly or even eldritch.
Not in the conventional sense, anyway.
It was, however, very pink. And filled with dolls of all shapes and sizes. There was, in fact, a large pile of them staring blindly at the doorway.
One of which happened to be able to move and talk.
"W, what all this fuss about? There's nothing wrong with liking 'Hello Kitty'!" Karasuba defended angrily, slamming her door shut with enough force to shake the entire corridor. "It's perfectly acceptable!"
"For little girls, yeah," Haihane muttered, still shook up about what she had seen. "This is that boy's fault, isn't it? That Shirou-kid? He's made you all girly-girly all of a sudden!"
"What? No! I've had that stuff for yea- I mean, I don't know what you're talking about!"
