Hello, Konductor here! This is the first of many short stories, though, this may get a continuation in the future if my BSN course hasn't killed me. Ha. This is probably going to get edited again, the whole Doc Manager ate the bold and italics that were in place, so that's another thing to do.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy and continue to read! Thank you!
This is, by the way, an AU in Superdimension with events slightly tweaked. In this particular scenario, Black's dealing with a Purple Heart who hasn't been picked off by the others and lacks amnesia, hence the out of character attitude. She's the all around arrogant and powerful goddess who could them a run for their money, not entirely our lovable Nep.
Posted: 10/9/18
Edited: 10/18/18
"You know, this is more work than what I anticipated." Purple Heart remarks, grinning at the sight of her harried opponent. "It would be so much easier if you just surrendered to me, Black."
Teal orbs harden, "In your dreams."
The violet deity smirks, very pleased with the concept of that occurring in both sleep and reality. That would be quite the treat to be awarded with after a long day's work. Worthy of someone as divine as herself, indeed. "Well… that can be arranged too. You're tired and barely fighting back against me. I will not look down upon you for giving up now of all times."
Exhaling once more, Black Heart shakes her head and positions herself once again to shield whatever blow the teen before her intends to do. She couldn't recall why they were at it again, only that they were fighting and that it required all her energy to focusing on this infuriating woman!
They both had a fine sheen of sweat covering them. This battle had been going on for hours now, their regularly scheduled interruptions were trapped in their own struggle together.
Light bruises and superficial cuts covered their bodies from this unending cycle of theirs. It was more so prominent in the darker CPU, having taken it upon herself to use a much less self-preserved fighting style. Purple, while not spotless, lack the majority of the injuries that marred her rival's skin. But that did not mean she was not feeling the consequences of this continuous conflict.
How her adorable little rival acquired so much stamina and willpower was a question for another day.
Murky eyes narrow, the intent behind them blindingly clear for Purple despite the color blurring with uncertainty. It was cute. "I refuse. Consider every other offer you have hidden up your sleeve rejected as well."
"You really must take the high road then, Black." The twin-tailed goddess sighs, a playful smile crossing her lips. She rushes forward after that, katana at the ready without a second's relief. The blade screaming for more blood as it grinds against its bulkier counterpart.
Between the two, Planeptune's ruler had Lastation's beat in terms of physical skill. There was no real competition when it came to that area of expertise. She was the strongest of the four goddess after all, none of the other three stood a chance. Set her against Black and, well, who the hand of victory would fall to was a foregone conclusion.
But that didn't mean the darker of the two deities wouldn't put up a fight in return.
No, no, why would the spitfire ever think of ruining their engagement like that?
This was their lives at stake, the rush of blood and adrenaline pulled and tugged at their ironclad control. The title of 'True Goddess' meant nothing between these two rivals, it was another trophy to be shown and the bait the others hungered for.
Survival might as well be the girl's middle name with the mountain of tricks she pulled. An attractive, treacherous little foe, Purple had the happiest chance of keeping for herself.
You see, White and Green Heart couldn't even handle the weight of the warlord's killing intent. For dear Black to stand up to her… well, that was an admirable sight. However, praise did not mean Purple would be going easy against her.
As laudable as she was, the fourth was still a ghastly foe to throw her sword against.
Defiance seems to be a specialty of Black's, scrapping up whatever she could was a niche that belonged solely to her. Paying no heed to that fact would be a grave oversight. Exchanging blows with her had to be met with caution, it wouldn't do if her kitten were to win.
So underhanded tactics it was! And while honor was important to maintain, this was a dance between two divinities, not mortals fighting over something simple.
Dealing with Black meant raising the bar a couple notches, having an opponent who would not go down forced that hand into play. A little annoying, seeing how fast she could gather momentum, but that had yet to mean anything towards victory. All this win would take is a tiny shift of balance. One simple task that shouldn't take long at all.
Catching her off guard wasn't hard, the white-haired immortal was the jumpy type. But when coming at her with the katana is quickly accompanied by a burst of heat, Purple has to change her plans. Fire. Because of course, Black had to resort to using such a volatile element. Blistering and blazing were adjectives fitting for someone as impassioned as her.
She didn't bow easily, her little goddess loved to struggle with that bright spark in hand.
At the same time, that flame would be her rival's downfall. Poetic, really. Getting the perimeters behind the teen wasn't an arduous task or anything, quite the contrary, her baseline was a steady thing. No, instead it was that disobedience that everyone who stood against her had to look out for.
The patron was prepared for it, however. How many times has the spirited little immortal pulled this trick out of her bag? Dozens upon dozens with a multitude of variations to spice the clashes up. It was a relentless form of evolution in strength for her. Pain and pride meant nothing if it equated to more. That was the daily dance. One or the other would have to step up their game.
Black undoubtedly deserved the title of the joker, just as Purple stood as the warlord of the four CPUs. Though, Purple had no intention of being bested this time, not with her new trump card in hand.
This time would be different, for it was a learning experience as much as it was a battle of wills. It didn't become mere clockwork and it was outrageously fun for something so deadly a dance. Fighting against her was what she looked forward to. The world might as well revolve around these brief moments. Purple hoped that the snow-headed teen felt the same.
Given how those blue-green hues were burning, she would have to check that as a yes. Even if they were blurred by the encroachment of that darker haze. Black always looked so iridescent in the light of conflict. Raging and smoldering with that will to live and it was just irresistible.
Could anyone blame the warlord from wanting to have her for herself?
So Purple was being a tad proprietorial with her constant contender. It was fine, wasn't it? Her rival was just as bad, becoming all growly and hostile to the other half of the four whenever they interrupted.
They were both adolescents now. Finally blooming into true guardians of their nations, according to her dutiful and mildly fanatical people. Possessiveness was understandable when they were always tip toeing the line of unofficial and official. Honestly, if she didn't have enough patience, Purple would have ravaged the girl long before this. But no, she had finesse and control and couldn't just steal someone else's purity like that.
The CPU was going to rightfully claim Black's purity and everything else that follows. An ingenious plan to get Lastation and her worthy little half in hand.
There was a slight disagreement in viewpoints there, though.
On growing that is, no one knew of the plans for her partner. Slight, because Purple could understand the good of the CPUs growing, she enjoyed it because she had the chance to see the subject to her infatuation grow into herself. But the process was still a trying thing to go through. Worthy sights aside, puberty and growing up was a pain.
Hormones and attitudes were on the rise, none of the four goddesses were spared that. Hell, Green Heart had tripled in sheer arrogance when her growth spurt settled in and while, yes, Purple did have some of that, she wasn't as in-your-face as the seafoam-haired CPU. Then that White Heart started to lose her temper — which was already rather short to begin with — more and more with each and every poke and jab from the boxum ruler.
Thankfully, dear Black refrained from getting involved, despite her tentative ties to that of Leanbox.
Instead, the snow-haired deity took to being passive-aggressive, but something like that was manageable to deal with. Verbal sparring was another highlight of her day, the dance between them no weaker than it has always been. Any shot thrown at her was given back as retaliation with the fourth. It was so amusing to watch that vindictive glint her eyes gleam with dark intent. Purple couldn't help herself.
She was a little bit addicted to Black.
Perhaps vice versa, and a trickster fit perfectly with her plans.
Then again, when hasn't she considered the white-haired CPU worthy? It was immediate, the fact that Black had caught her attention out of the four. That headstrong and curious mindset paired with her need to analyze and shred whatever dared to obstruct her path. Other than that, there was that adorable reaction from when she poked Black enough.
Goddess, just the memory of the trickster going red from a stray comment and glimpse was invigorating. Embarrassment and any form of intense emotion looked so good on her. Resisting the impulse to do it was so inconvenient. The twin-tailed teen rarely restrained herself from toying with her, Purple couldn't help the urge.
And when all her hard work was finally coming to fruition, well, how could someone like her deny herself pushing a little further?
"What. Did you.. Do?" Flames wreathed her rival as they halted their duel for a moment of respite. The trickster was wheezing, body weakly rocking with Celestia's meek wind. Her face giving the impression that she was floundering even with standing.
She shakes her head, a serpentine smile spreading across her lips. Her trump card was doing its job it seemed. Good news after good news, Purple really was blessed. "Nothing of the sort. I have been sincere throughout this brawl of ours, my blade has been the only weapon you have been dancing with today. I can't say much else to placate you. If you are feeling drained, I did urge you to set down your sword and surrender beforehand."
"L–Liar." Hm, was her rival that aware of the poison? She was obviously intune with her body to know when it was being tampered with. Cute and to some degree worrying, but nothing of solid concern.
The deity of Planeptune was going to snatch victory from hands of defeat. No one in the world was going to get in the way of her winning Black. It was a surprise to find out how susceptible she was to drugs. What Purple expected was her fluffy-haired divinity to be able to hold for a bit longer.
Effective, but perhaps too effective, seeing as how rapid her reactions build.
She hoped this wasn't too hard a jab at the trickster's ability.
This could easily backfire.
"I am no liar, my stormy little kitten. Out of the two of us, you're the one who plays the part of the deceiver more often than not. The blatant use of half-truths and fabrications of yours make it.. difficult to believe anything you have to say in full face value. Not to mention your constant usage of subterfuge on the three of us."
A hazy pair of eyes glare at her. "You're just as guilty as me, m-mongrel. I'm not the only fibber out of the four goddesses. Just, just because White and Green believe otherwise, doesn't mean I can't see what games you've been playing." Now that would be threatening, if only she didn't look so pitiful as she forced herself to stand upright. Goddess, she looked adorable.
"Really? So you have been staring at me." The triumph in her voice was as plain as day.
That blistering inferno roars at her admission, just barely showing the unabashed fluster that had bloomed on the Black's face. Scarlet flames searing the air they briskly consumed until it all burned an azure blue. In an instant, the area is quickly reduced into cinders and smoke as the kitten's embarrassment rises into an exponential level. If this wasn't somewhat testing on her control, Purple would be laughing at how far gone she was. Everything that was happening was just priceless, she, fully, truly, was in love.
"S-Shut up!" Cue the brandishing of her now flaming greatsword. Heat swallows their makeshift battleground as the immortal doubles down on her stance, anger melding with her swings.
Each movement intensifying as the twin-tailed teen gracefully dodged the progressively sluggish attacks. Good, good, this meant things were working.
Blocking the advance forward with her katana, cerulean meets an opaque teal. "I'll repeat myself once more, set aside your pride and surrender. Continue with this rebellion and you will see yourself fail once again!"
The flames erupt in a scorching torrent, "I said be silent!" Purple only smiles as the fire only licks at her, providing more for the hot spell than any damage towards herself. Instead of the volatile element, it was the sword that was haphazardly being twirled around like a literal toy. Viciously so, with that bulky blade able to do grievous harm.
Indeed, her infatuation was a dangerous foe, but she had a soft side for Purple. Black, even when she has the chance to strike her down, never makes the final move. All the swings directed at vitals failed to land a hit; in fact the blade tended to swerve away whenever possible. A protective, if not highly infuriated, gesture.
The adoration was there, brimming beneath the surface and watching and watching. The violet deity was all too willing to draw it out.
She grunted, growled, and glared but always failed to make true with her threat on Purple.
There is no bone in Lastation's ruler that wholeheartedly wanted her gone and dead, hopefully. Not when Purple consistently had her basking in the pull that attracted her. They were mutually driven towards each other, both of them had to be.
There's no other explanation for it otherwise. With the darker half of the pair so unintentionally sensual with her, how could Purple not think of that? The speculative relationship between the two of them was brimming over with intensity to be a mere hallucination.
She would fall for her and they would be together.
The other CPUs would be obstacles, however.
Of course, they would interfere with what was her happy ending.
Their opposing pair who represented the northern and southernmost nations were going to be thorns in her side. Particularly with her soon to be claiming of Black, because that reveal would not be ending anywhere close to nicely. It wouldn't work with their interests invested in Black and herself wholly being rivals and enemies.
Oh yes, she knew their little ploy.
It was an obvious move for power, divide what could be the most dangerous pair and conquer. Her partner was aware of it as well, the sneaky little ninja had filched quite the treasure trove of information with her networks. Rarely did she counteract any of the opposing pair's plans, though.
No, no, Black mere tweaked them in her favor and Purple was simple content to watching it all play out. The goddess was better than those two, why need to touch what their slimy little hands touched? They were better.
She would make her move when one of them decided on attacking Planeptune, self-defense and all. But on occasion, the shadow games between Black and herself were another pleasure entirely. Above the silly squabbles of them, above even mortal comprehension. They were both rather secretive people, despite the need to be so brash during their daily dalliances, it was fun.
The rush of being alive while trading blows with the contraction of a ruler.
Another point of her unquestionable adoration for the fluffy-haired individual. They were alike, yet so very different. If she had to name it, her little adversary was much less interactive as Purple was with her nexus of spies.
None of it was as painstakingly pathetic as Leanbox and Lowee's, no. That wouldn't do for someone as adaption-obsessed as her. Having Lastation's ruler be centered around more underworld affiliates was an unconventional discovery to unearth about her love. Different and much less savory than what the others would have liked, but it worked.
And that's what mattered. All the nations had some underbelly, it was only right for Black to control it. Purple would rule the worlds above as she puppeted the other half of the four while her overprotective lover made its riffraff bow to her.
She loved it.
The way her visage burns brightly with that pool of darkness hiding in the background.
How it contorts — always beautiful, always perfect, always for the teen's sake — she couldn't help herself. Passion suited her rival, smoothly devouring all that stood in her way, an eternal flame that gleefully licked up the affection the twin-tailed CPU threw her.
So very hungry and willing and all of it directed at her?
Someone as aberrant and devious as Purple needed Black.
What a perfect combination of goddesses, no?
Had she been more morally inclined, Purple might have raised some fuss on the topic, it was criminals and lowlives her partner had to deal with after all. She wasn't such a dainty deity, however, humanity was such a double-faced species. They had to be properly led, no matter what path in life they chose and her rival understood that. Black was capable of getting her hands dirty and doing what was needed for the sake of her nation. The rumors on bloodsoaked hands aside, she was the best for the job and the patron was happy to love her.
But, she was digressing. The other two were the ones they would soon be having a problem with.
White had a rather amiable relationship with Purple, they were kindred spirits in some ways. But there were a few things the blue-haired teen vehemently opposed.
Things that her and Black were capable of and currently doing.
Though, the majority of the enmity was at the latter, considering how frequently they clash on internal policies. So that one would have to be properly dealt with. Reasoning with her, while sometimes fruitful, lacked a good enough punch to make any real effect. Her niceties aside, White didn't matter as much as the teen before her right now
As for that of the tallest goddess?
Well, Green tended to dislike her. Just, a lot of animosity and contempt directed at her. Probably a mixture of Purple continuously playing with the snowy fluff ball, the whole discordance of principles between Planeptune and Leanbox, and the fact that Greenie actively dreaded her presence. But towards her adversary, there was a completely different attitude and the attention on Black was grating. Because of course the boisterous bitch wanted her.
Figures, that the arrogant chit would be scheming against her. They were nothing close to nice, Goddess forbid she has to act like that with her.
When didn't that girl want to strike at a few nerves? Playing the part of her rival's on-and-off ally to only dig the knife deeper. Those games would be over and done with now, Black had already fallen into her palm.
The deed was done after all.
Cloud-colored strands of hair blanketed the ground as their owner gasps and grunts for a chance to get upright. Her limbs had failed her and Purple gradually moves to crouch beside her body.
"Surprise~," the smugness threaded through the single word practically tangible. "Looks like all those hours of hard work had finally paid off in full. I finally ensnared my elusive little rival." Triumph, unlike any other moment in her history, rings like wedding bells in her chest.
Uncooperative, Black tries her hand and keens at the sight of limb simply twitching in response. A blink in befuddlement. Her struggles renews itself, head snapping side to side as she attempts to move. It won't work and it doesn't. The panic that was once benign in those blue-green eyes grows at an accelerated rate, practically malignant as logic is drowned.
She doesn't like seeing her love come apart, it doesn't look nor seem right. Torturing her was not the point of their impromptu closeness.
Purple didn't know why it was like this. How quickly her partner could be unwound so easily, how anyone could see this side of her pet-to-be, how a fear of this strength could develop in someone so defiant. It doesn't look right, panic and chaos not from her own hands.
If anyone, anything were to have the honor of doing that to Black, it was her. But this reaction wasn't caused by her and that bit into her skin, deeper than any blade.
And as much as Purple would deny it, causing Black to have a breakdown over a loss of physical control wasn't worth it. A pet the ruler would be, but a partner and an equal as well. None of the other women in the world of theirs warranted this much attention and effort.
The violet deity and her counterpart wanted to be fought for. Especially the latter, because she was entitled to it. A show, a sign, simple evidence that Purple was willing to do anything and everything possible in Gamindustri to win her over. Even if it meant sinking to unscrupulous methods to prove her resolution.
They had all the time in the world, no, the universe for this back and forth sort of life. She would be victorious, she's winning now after all. Winning and wants to remain so for as long as possible. There wasn't a sliver of a chance that she would give up now, not with it all in her grasp.
So, the distance is cut short and the warmth of another is exchanged underneath the shade of the tree. The area around them is mostly silent, labouring breathes draw to a close as their hearts beat in what has to be tandem.
One, they, two goddesses of opposing factions, almost one whole.
Almost, almost, almost.
She wanted to be complete now.
"Shhhhh, it's alright. You're fine, Black. I'm not going to hurt you. I only want to make you mine, no need to be unnerved." She says, body draped across her captive. Arms wrapped around the torso and as the immortal gives her a generous once over.
Black gasps for a few moments more, choking down whatever adorable noises might escape her. In that same vein, her struggling subsides and a cool tension shrouds them both. The scent of ash and incense to meanders through the air. A floating island ravaged with scorch marks. Hearts pounding together, slowing to beat in tandem with one another. Peaceful, a far cry to what had be occurring minutes ago. Victory and all that was left was keeping her grasp firmly on her stubborn little pet.
Control was her rival's safety net, she realized long ago.
A subtle thing, given how outright chaotic and surprise reliant her fluffy prisoner was in battle. But the need to have the battlefield remain semi-tilted in her favor wasn't. It took a lot of rewatching and observations just to see how tactically bent their four women brawl was.
Even a loss could be seen as a minor victory if things went according to the darker deity's plans. For example, the number of times she had tested a weapon on them was astounding.
Maintaining some form of dominion was virtually an practiced art for her partner. It was ingenious, considering that happened every single time they fought.
Given her reaction, the reasoning behind it was not all that surprising. Who would have known her kitten could be so violent when unable to move her body? It was justifiable. No one wanted to lose use of their limbs, primarily a patron of their regard. Movement was everything on the battlefield. Weaving through fighting and surviving was just as important.
For a divinity who fought throughout her entire life, Black's panic wasn't bad. She was here to console the teen. Purple wouldn't dare leave her alone after this, not when she was so close to victory. She had it in her hands now, so close, they were so close.
The clouds fail to part in the sky, forcing the pair to soak in their heat as the sun hides and in those moment of silence, she cuts through. "D-Don't do that. Don't ever do that again. I… I w-won't stand for it. You, you hear me?" Sniffing, her teal eyes try to blink the moisture away. She looked cute even with the tears.
It takes a moment her a moment to respond with such a heart-racing look directed at her..
"Hmm, how about no? You're not the one in charge here, my little goddess. I am and you are mine." The violet deity declares heatedly into her ear. She grins as her captive tenses up, her breath hitches, it went to show that the teen really was sensitive.
"I'm not something you can just claim, Purple, regarding this as a victory would be foolhardy." Black grunts, looking away from her tormentor.
She nuzzles her, indulging in her prisoner's inability to resist, her want to not resist. "You are and you're enjoying yourself, even in your denials." Purple whispers, letting her hands wander the developing body beneath her. And the darker CPU had to be liking the brief caresses with all the adorable sounds she was making. Priceless, this day was too priceless for either of them to quit now.
So cute, her fuzzy little kitten was much too inviting for her to ever resist. The impulsion to play and tease Black was an overwhelming thing. Having the possibility, having the chance, having the certainty that the girl she had been watching for the majority of her life was finally here. Wasn't now a time of utter rapture? There wasn't a single place she'd rather be than with her. She belonged to her after all, there would be no changing this reality of theirs. Like hell the other would ever triumph now.
"Why do you have such a perfect body? So balanced with the hips and the bust. They fit in my hands and are so firm, I'm almost jealous.." Purple whines, playing with a specific area of her pinned kitten. Cerulean eyes gleaming with hunger.
Ah, there's even more red on her face now and she's even coughing. "I–I'm going to wallop you if you keep your hands there. Get o–off of me."
"But.. you like it. I can feel the goosebumps on your skin, not to mention those harde—"
"Please. Stop talking."
"And if I wanna keep entertaining myself?" The violet divinity retorts, continuing with her game with the body beneath her. "You're so fun, Black, I can't help myself. You look good enough to eat, mouthwatering and absolutely delectable with that pout.." She moans, fully enjoying herself now that the snowy-haired teen was defenseless and verging on begging for more.
"You're going to k–kill me, you know that?"
"You stole my first kiss," whispered the blushing patron. Her face was covered by even more flustered hands, every part of her was red. Bite marks were marring what was visible on her neck, many more bruises were hidden underneath the clothing. With the processor torn to literal threads, it was the perfect time offer something to wear.
A glorious image to have in her arms. She was truly blessed, the world be damned, Purple had won and Black, her darling little Black was hers now. Their short petting session might as well confirm every single hope that blossomed in her chest.
She was giddy.
The immortal hasn't felt this way since the four had first met.
She licks her lips; the taste still on them and will remain on them for a long, long time now that the one in her arms will be staying with her for eternities to come. "I'll be stealing your other firsts as well. Resist me however you wish, but anything you do now will only amuse me. You want this too and it makes me so happy to confirm our feelings for one another. What remains is that of the other pair."
Black fails to reject the offer. She curls into her, eyes closed, "If I had any energy left, I would be smacking you, mongrel. Pulling this on me…"
"You love the attention, you were practically mewling. How could I not do this? I'm done waiting, done hesitating, done playing. Finding an opening and taking it was me being polite, Black. You're always so frustrated, why not have me take that burden off you? What I wanted in exchange was your loyalty, no, your fealty to me and me alone." She giggles, sending shivers down her counterpart's spine. "You want to be mine and I swear to treat you kindly."
There was a multitude of ways the darker CPU could respond to this.
Objecting would be the easiest, though.
Painless, when ignoring the reality that Black would always fall against Purple.
Under this mongrel, she would be a pet, an amusement, something that the idiot would come to toss aside in the future. At the same time, there was some honor in the twin-tailed teen, albeit hidden behind a stupid amount of mirrors.
The ruler of Lastation ought to not bother with fighting. A loss was a loss and with her body, and even perhaps her being, so easily swayed.. Winning was nil, she would be fighting in a losing war without any allies to back her up. In the end, she had truly failed.
"Fine. Whatever you want, fine. I'll go along with you, but don't expect a repeat of this. Utilizing my weakness in poisons will be covered next time, I refuse to be paralyzed by you again." It really was a shame that she was utter pants when chemicals got pulled into the equation, maybe then she would have lasted. "We aren't doing this again."
"We're not?" There's the teasing again. That violet-haired fool never stops. She's stuck dealing with this the same way she was stuck with leading a nation. It was exhausting and so was her life. It was a miracle she was even bothering.
Apathy was what best described her now that the four had gotten a hang of reigning over the populous.
That disinterest hadn't been there at the start, oh, she knew that very well. Black had been an eager girl willing to do what it takes and look at her now, purposeless and wandering. Ah, well, not currently, since Purple was more or less forcefully binding herself to her. She's heard the whispers and had an understanding on what was wanted of her.
In a way, she did have a place of belonging, if Purple had been truthful. At her side, on her lap, at her feet. Purple Heart wanted her or even just Lastation and the benefits that followed. Logically, taking her made sense, but other than that, what would the mongrel want from someone like her?
Companionship was clear cut from the start. Black liked to think she knew the intricacies of the idiot holding her, a warlord one moment and a seductress the next. A true pain in the ass.
But at the same time, she knew her.
Their relationship wasn't as pragmatic as White and Green's.
There was something there, warm and constant in what was a mediocre world slowly turning. As much as she hated admitting, the fire in her chest burned brightest with Purple near. The dull lens her eyes had looked Gamindustri over burned with her presence. What a desperate thing she was, to have such a reliance on an enemy…
"We're not, Purple," Black says, momentarily staring up into cerulean before falling to the city they were nearing. "What you believe may take precedence in your mind, but make no mistake, my opinion is what matters in the end and I can end this."
Courage — neigh, foolishness flooded her veins when the opposing deity came.
Nothing else was said after her declaration.
There was no response from the teen when they touched down. Her grip had tightened, her bangs took to shadowing the upper half of her face, tension was bleeding back into the mongrel. It seemed, for once, her words had struck a nerve in the normally playful teen. A minor victory, but finally something different.
Black Heart was dedicated to the lands she reigned over, Not a soul would detract her from what was duty to those who had taken care of her. She did not bow.
Failure was heavy, yes.
Whispering and warning of her eventual to absolute nothingness.
But the feelings of inadequacy and incompleteness had the audacity to live with was worse and threatened to drag her down into places she failed to be bravery for. Bending, breaking, surrendering to the infuriatingly beautiful figure that was Purple was a temptation beyond most that she had faced. It was not, however, enough to overpower the immense lack that burrowing deeper and deeper into her chest.
So when Purple — bold, brave, and a liar as much as she was — walked into Planeptune's Basilicom and dared to claim another kiss from her before the staff, a challenge had been set.
They break apart, the hostess breathing heavily as the prisoner glared in her arms. Arrogance spreads across her lips before she goes for another mark. Teeth sink into the curve of her neck, Black chokes a gasp, nails digging into flesh she can grab. Nerves scream in alarm as Purple pulls back to see her work, blood gingerly drips from the bite.
"Then, it looks as though I will have to train you."
The fallen CPU, because she had lost, lost, lost, lets out a whine at those words. Oh, how she knew, with everyone watching them with their judging eyes. Black lay defeated in Purple's firmly in grasp; she was not getting out. Half-lidded eyes peer up at her captor before closing.
Looking at the mongrel's happiness, perhaps… this was for the best.