Note: Blazepanzer does not own girls und panzer! Enjoy!
Blazepanzer woke up with a start as the alarm bellowed into the room. "Muh, what time is it?" she asked, gingerly removing the sleep from her eyes.
"Time for you to get ready for school," Ayumi called, her hands on her hips as she gazed down at her. "Seriously sis, you slept though the first and second alarm, so I set it forward a tad, but this is just silly at this point."
Blazepanser just smirked. "Don't wanna go to school," she pretended to moan.
"Don't get that way with me you former mister! Don't forget that you're being tested both in school and the Sensado team to see if you can remain a permanent citizen of Japan," Ayumi growled. "Now, get up before I drag you up!"
Blazepanzer sighed, and rose up, meeting her twin evenly.
"Eh...did you get taller?" Ayumi gaped.
"I don't think so," Blazepanzer tipped her head. "I'm only like 5'10."
"Muh...Blazepanzer! We use the metric system in Japan, not the imperial system!" Ayumi huffed.
Blazepanzer reached out, petting Ayumi's head. "Right, I forgot, Oni-chan."
"Dude, you're a reincarnation of a 29 year old, how am I an oni-chan of all things?" Ayumi asked, gently pulling Blazepanzer's hand off of her head.
Blazepanzer shrugged. "Upperclassman and technically, your body is somewhere between 1 and seventeen years older than mine. Depending on how you want to look at our actual age diffrence."
"Eh...I guess I fell for that one," Ayumi sighed in defeat. "Just...go get ready for school. At least there's no boys, so I don't have to worry bout you getting into any sexual deviancy today."
"No promises," Blazepanzer half joked as she gingerly took her uniform from the hanger and entered the restroom.
Huh, always jarring to see my reflection in the mirror, Blazepanzer mused as she gazed at herself. There were a few differences between herself and Ayumi dispute being her clone. For one, her eyes were a slightly darker shade of blue than Ayumi's, and her skin was slightly lighter with significantly more freckles. Height was another, Ayumi being 160 centimeters where as Blazepanzer was 178 centimeters.
At least I can use toothpaste without puking it up, Blazepanzer noted as she brushed her teeth, preferring the less "soapy" kind of toothpaste. Her old Gag reflex she had suffered from as a guy may have been gone, but the reactions were still quite fresh on her mind.
She smiled, then hopped into the shower, quickly doing her hair. She didn't really need to bathe, rather she just wanted her hair to look good on her first day, and she didn't want to stink if at all possible. All and all she only spend about five minutes in the shower before hopping out, making sure to clean up after herself.
As for the rest, it consisted on a simple combing session, followed by slipping on her uniform, the short sleeved variant of the uniform. As for why she wanted the short sleeved variant, well...as a guy Blazepanzer had been unable to experience short sleeves due to heightened sensitivity to the sun, and now as a girl without that issue she wanted to experience it as much as possible.
Steping out of the room, Blazepanzer sighed. These sleeves still feel a bit heavy, she complained, grabbing her book bag and putting her walk shoes on. According to Ayumi, she'd have to switch to her school shoes once she entered the building.
"Ready to go?" Ayumi began, before glancing at her. "Um Blazepanzer, I'm glad you're enjoying your watch, but you can't wear it to school."
"Darn it," Blazepanzer hissed, quietly slipping the watch off and sitting it on the corner. "Yeah, I'm ready."
"Blazepanzer, you sleep with your watch on, why?" Ayumi asked gently as they exited the door.
"No idea," Blazepanzer shrugged.
"Did you used to wear one as a guy?" Ayumi asked.
Blazepanzer shook her head. "No, for one I always wore long sleeves as a guy, and I always had a clock in front of me or in easy sight, so it seemed kinda redundant at the time. Now, I just like how it looks on me."
"I guess I understand," Ayumi noted. "By the way, are you getting used to your sense of smell?"
Blazepanzer shrugged once again. "I guess it's not a bad thing, more annoying than anything."
"I thought you'd like the chance to smell, I can't imagine what life would be without it," Ayumi gazed at her.
"I guess it's a matter of you don't miss what you never had." Blazepanzer shrugged.
"I guess so...wait, you didn't eat breakfast," Ayumi hissed.
Blazepanzer shrugged. "I'll survive missing one good meal."
"Sister, stop," Ayumi hissed, glaring at her. "You're just recovering from undernourishment. It was by no means your fault, but you need to eat breakfast. Come with me."
Blazepanzer sighed, following her into a Kobini. "We don't have much time, so pick something."
Blazepanzer nabbed a rather simple packaged cake, turning to Ayumi. "Will this do?"
"For today. Next time, don't skip on meals!" Ayumi chided earnestly, before heading up to the cashier and paying for the snack. As soon as they exited, Ayumi turned to her. "Eat, now."
Blazepanzer nodded, opening the cake and ate it, not too quickly as she didn't want to choke or get her clothes dirty, but in a fairly fast manner.
"Good girl," Ayumi smiled, petting her on the head for a bit, before walking off. "Now, come along sis, we need to get you into the school before we're late.
Ayumi sat down in her class, sighing as she laid her head down. Having a sister who is not only my clone, but the reincarnation of a 29 year old male is had work.
"You look quite tired little one," a voice mused.
"Ms Akochi," Ayumi gasped, sitting up straight.
"Is you're new sister doing alright?" she asked, leaning down to the student.
Ayumi sighed. "How much do you know?"
"Everything the instructor knows." Her Sensei nodded earnestly.
Ayumi nodded, gazing at her. "Well, Blazepanzer, while a bit jaded about her past, is kind and caring. However, she can be a tad of a handful. Just this morning she not only forgot to eat breakfast but almost wore her watch to school. I know some on the students do that with the long sleeved uniforms, but Blazepanzer insist on wearing the short sleeved version."
"And yet you were there to help her out, were you not?" Akochi asked.
Nodding, Ayumi gazed downward, troubled. "Yes, I was. However, I'm worried that she'll get into trouble when I'm not there, and I...I don't want her to not be able to become a citizen because of it."
Akochi chuckled a bit. "Ayumi, the government doesn't expect young Blazepanzer to be perfect, a demerit or two isn't going to stop that. Hell, even a detention won't stop it. They only want to see if she can be trusted as a citizen of Japan. The fact that your parents were more than willing to take her on as their daughter makes that much much easier."
"But then why require her to command a tank?" Ayumi asked.
"My guess is that they want to ensure she can handle pressure," Akochi mused. "If word were to get around about her origins, people might not trust her. Some might bully her. As such, she needs this to learn how to deal with her uncertain future."
Ayumi nodded seriously. "There's one more concern," she added.
"What's that?"
"It's...she likes to have her head rubbed, a lot. I'm...I'm worried that some guy might use that to take advantage of her," Ayumi confessed softly.
"Maybe, but some girls like physical attention like that, and if that's what she wants, it's what she wants." Akochi sighed. "You're right, that could lead her into trouble, but at the same time it's perfectly normal for some girls to enjoy that, and as long as there's no foul intent, I wouldn't let it bother you."
"Yeah, but..."
"I heard about how Blazepanzer fended off an attacker, even in her weakened state. If she's able to do that, then I doubt the run of the mill guy will be able to do much to her."
Ayumi wasn't sure if she felt any better about the situation as the bell rang and class started.
"Blazepanzer, would you like to introduce yourself," the teacher beckoned, his amber eyes gazing at her gently.
Blazepanzer nodded, steeping forward. "My name is Blazepanzer Yamagou, it's very nice to meat you all."
"Blazepanzer, odd name," one of the girls whispered.
"I heard she was a clone," another girl whispered, causing Blazepanzer to inadvertently stiffen.
"A clone?" a girl glared at her maliciously. "We can't have that, and given her reaction, it must be true!"
"Get her!" One of the students hissed, causing several of them to charge at her.
"Lay off!" a rather tall brunet girl hissed.
Abruptly, the girls stopped, gazing at her intently.
Said girl calmly walked up to her, a shorter brunette girl by her side. Blazepanzer knew instantly who they were.
Rikona Matsumino. A normally kind soul unless you get on her bad side. Very tall, at about 194 centimeters, and thick boned, but not fat. Large bust size so to speak. Personality wise she was a perfectly normal girl other than enjoying bondage for some odd reason. Blazepanzer had no idea why he had created that in an oc, but here he...er...she was, standing right in front of her. If hearing about Hanoashi Katoni existing in this world had been an utter shock to the former fanfic writer, seeing two of his beloved Oc's in the flesh was surreal."
The second girl was Aacob. Blazepanzer couldn't know for sure what her last name was, often times it was dependent on what family she was adopted into. However, what he did know was that she was strictly designed to be a hyper-aggressive version of Shino Asada from Sword Art Online. The only physical difference between Aacob and Shino however was that Aacob was more fit with slightly longer medium brown hair and amber eyes.
"While it is true society should not be seeking to create clones, especially given how unfair they'd be to the clones as all of you have just demonstrated," Rikona hissed, glaring at the class who hung their heads in shame. "Young Blazepanzer here is one of us, and we should be more welcoming to her."
"Anyways, we're wasting time here," Rikona noted. "Miss Panzer, sit by me."
"Uh...sure..." Blazepanzer nodded, following her apprehensively.
"No need to be nervous," Aacob laughed. "Rikona might look tough, but she actually quite kind."
"Move it," Rikona hissed, looking at one of the girls who had poked fun at Blazepanzer.
"But you promised..." The girl gazed up, shuttering at Rikona's blazing gaze. She sighed, rose up, and walked over to Blazepanzer. "I...I'm sorry," she whispered.
"It's alright, you were just shocked is all," Blazepanzer began, but Rikona rounded on her.
"Don't justify her!" she hissed.
Blazepanzer sighed, turning to the girl. "It's...fine," she whispered.
"Now, sit in her seat," Rikona smiled.
Blazepanzer was a bit confused, but nodded and sit down, and after a brief moment, her sensei began to teach.
Classes was somewhat of a bore to be honest. There was no paperwork, aside from the mandatory club sign ups. For Blazepanzer, it was easy, Sensado.
"Welp, time for us to go to lunch," Rikona smiled. "You're coming with us," she added, gazing at Blazepanzer.
"Oh...okay then," Blazepanzer shrugged, not too sure if she should be happy or worried.
"Um...I..." the girl Rikona chased off before walked up.
"Fubuki, as long as you promise that you can get along with Blazepanzer, you can join us." Rikona sighed, still clearly not happy with her.
"Th...thank you," Fubuki bowed gently, before turning to Blazepanzer. "I...I'm really sorry."
"No, it's alright Fubuki," Blazepanzer smiled.
The girl smiled, her amber eyes looking relived. "Thanks," she whispered.
Suddenly Blazepanzer's stomach growled rather loudly.
"Wasn't me," Blazepanzer chirped cheerful, trying to pretend it wasn't her.
"Yeah, that was so you," Aacob muttered.
"Let's get you to the cafe, you're still quite thin," Rikona chuckled.
"Not all of can be ole fatty like you, Rikona," Aacob deadpanned.
"I'm not fat, just tall and thick boned!" Rikona huffed.
"Whatever you say cousin." Aacob shrugged.
Fubuki just sighed, her long blond ponytail waving slightly as she shrugged. "Can we just get to lunch, Blazepanzer is clearly starving."
"I...I"m not that bad," Blazepanzer tried to pass off, but her rumbling belly betrayed her.
Rikona gazed at her worriedly. "Did you skip breakfast?"
Blazepanzer shrugged. "Kinda, Ayumi realized it before we got to school and stopped by a Kobini to get me a snack cake, but..."
"But that's not good enough," Rikona interrupted with a long tired sighed. "She did the right thing given time restraints, but you need more from now on."
Following the trio, Blazepanzer wasn't too sure how she ended up roped into this mess, but she wasn't complaining if it meant new friends. In the end she ordered a salmon lunch with a side of noodles.
"Your stomach was growling quite seriously before, you sure you don't want more?" Fubuki asked as they all sat down.
"Blazepanzer's not supposed to eat too much at once, it'll make her sick at her current weight," Rikona chimed in politely.
"That's right," Blazepanzer smiled as she clapped her hands, thankful for the food, before she dug in.
"Oh, I see." Fubuki glanced down before starting to eat.
"So, you excited about commanding a tank?" Rikona asked.
Blazepanzer glanced at her stunned. "How do you know about that?" she asked.
Rikona laughed. "Well, I'm the high heiress, so of course I know about that. It's kinda my job." Rikona then smirked at Fubuki. "And we're her teammates!"
"Wait...what?" Fubiki gasped. "I assumed that you'd be the commander, Rikona!" She then gazed at Blazepanzer. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered.
Blazepanzer smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not that offended by what happened earlier."
"Really?" Fubuki asked, gazing at her hopefully.
"Yeah. Seriously, don't worry about it anymore, you made a mistake and apologized for it. It's in the past now, and I hope we can become good friends," Blazepanzer nodded earnestly.
"You're...too kind," Fubuki glanced down, blushing slightly.
"Anyways, we should eat before everything gets cold," Rikona mused.
Ayumi sighed as she exited the lunch line. That rumor is spreading like wildfire, she sighed, rubbing her black eye some idiot had given her. Still, can Blazepanzer actually attend this school when everyone is hyper sensitive to her being a clone? She asked herself. What if people discover that she was a former guy?
"Ayumi."
"Commander Katoni!" Ayumi gasped, surprised.
"Relax commander, you're sitting with us now."
"Wait...sitting?" Ayumi gasped, surprised.
"Yeah, you're being selected as a commander, as well as Taeko," Hanoashi smirked. "Come along now," she added.
Ayumi, feeling a bit better now, followed, trying to ignore the stares of those around her. Having a black eye wasn't all that good of a thing.
"Now then," Hanoashi began, only for Azusa to gasp upon seeing her. "Ayumi, what happened to your eye?"
"Some mouse-brained idiot decided to punch her over having a clone," Hanoashi muttered. "Kid got expelled, so there's that."
"Are you alright?" Taeko asked gently.
Ayumi nodded. "Just a slight headache, that's all," she smiled reassuringly.
"So, what are we going over with today?" Asusa asked, curious.
"Well, mostly who's going to command which tank. We know that Blazepanzer is going to command the Type 89, but assuming we don't find other tanks, Takio and Ayumi are going to have to command the Mark V and the Char respectively." Hanoashi shrugged. "I have a plan to decide this, however, we're going to have to make a decision on the mater."
"Anyway we can trade those two tanks?" Ayumi asked.
"Sadly, no, Aunt-sama is refusing to allow us to trade any of Ooarai's tanks. Say's they're too important to the history of the academy, and she's aiming to equip the smaller nursing school with a small sensado team strictly theirs. We'll be able to train with them, but not use their tanks."
"But Anzu said for us to stop looking for them last years, right?" Asuza asked, curiously.
Hanoashi nodded. "She did. However, I continued to look for the other tanks, with no luck. Thankfully, Aunt-sama said that she would cover the cost of fixing up any tanks we do come across, and thus we do have that." Hanoashi then turned to Takio and Ayumi. "That's were you will come in. For now, you're forbidden from looking, however, once sign ups are done, I'll have you search with your own crews to see if you can find any. If you do, then you'll be able to command them."
"Why wait until we have our crews?" Takio asked.
Hanoashi shrugged. "First, this is something you need to do with your own crews. Secondly, I want Blazepanzer and any other first year commanders we take on, assuming we take them on, to have a chance. Wouldn't be fair to exclude her."
"I guess, but did the government say for her to command the Type 89?" Ayumi asked.
"No, they just said she needed to command a tank, not which one. If I hadn't appointed Noriko to the Hetzer, I could have easily given Blazepanzer command of that tank had I wanted to," Hanoashi shrugged.
"So, how are we supposed to find these tanks?" Takio asked.
Hanoashi shrugged. "That's up to you and your crewmates." "Just remember, you're forbidden from looking before you meet your teamates."
"Can I tell Blazepanzer about this?" Ayumi asked.
Hanoashi nodded. "As long as you inform her that she can't look for them until the first day of the Sensado club."
Blazepanzer let out a quiet sigh as the bell rang. She observed the other students rising, and rose with them, joining them as they bowed and thanked their teacher.
"Hey, Blazepanzer, wanna spend the night with us?" Rikona smiled.
"You sure?" Blazepanzer asked.
"Sure, we'd love to have you," Fubuki smiled.
"Okay then, I've love to! Just gonna have to text Ayumi about it so she won't freak out." Blazepanzer nodded.
"Gonna want to wait until we're off school grounds, though," Aacob warned. "Cells are to remain turned off while on school property."
'I'm sure that if our cells were turned off, we'd be dead before school finished," Blazepanzer muttered sarcastically.
Rikona burst out laughing. "Ah, that's a good one!"
Aacob sighed. "Do I have to be that specific with you?" She sighed.
Fubuki shrugged. "It was okay," she then glanced at Aacob. "She really got you there huh?"
Aacob sighed. "I guess so."
Ayumi wasn't too sure what to expect when she arrived at the Sensado sheds. A Phone call was not it. She lifted up the phone, and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey Oni-chan!" Blazepanzer chirped from the other end.
"Hey sis, you alright?" Ayumi asked.
"Yeah, hey listen, I've made some new friends and they've invited me to a sleepover. They're all girls, so I should be fine. Just anted you to know so you wouldn't freak out."
"Okay, that's fine with me. I'm glad you told me, though you don't have to ask for my permission on these things. Just let me know so I'll know, okay?"
"Sure thing Oni-chan."
"So, who's this friend of yours by the way?" Ayumi asked.
"Rikona Matsumino," Blazepanzer shrugged.
"Hmm...you're in good hands then. Just know she enjoys bondage, alright."
"I know. Can't wait to try it out myself." Blazepanzer admitted.
Ayumi knew she was probably just joking, yet that did not stop her from worrying. "Blazepanzer Yamagou, you are not going to get into bondage!" she hissed.
"Ya ya, have fun at the tank shed Oni-chan!" Blazepanzer chided as she hung up.
"Trouble?" Asuza asked.
Ayumi sighed. "Not really, it's just that Blazepanzer's...well...you know her true history."
Asuza nodded. "Yeah, but maybe she's not really interested in trying it out. I don't think she'll do anything too reckless, right?"
Ayumi sighed again. "You're not the one who's going to have to explain things if she arrives to school with rope-burns and cuff-marks on her skin."
"Cousin doesn't use anything that'll leave those kinds of marks," Hanoashi reassured them. "Though it is a bit odd how quickly Blazepanzer seems to have agreed to give it a try."
"Who knows what goes on inside her head." Ayumi shrugged. If she likes it, does that mean she'll want me to tie her up? What if she want's to tie me up? I think I'd just end up crying if that happens. That, or yelling at her a lot. At this point she was beginning to really get worried.
Blazepanzer, now in a brown sleeveless dress and her watch, gazed in amazement at the large living room. "So, I know you're the High heiress and all, but this is the largest living room I've been in."
"Outside of your sister's dormitory, this is the only living room you've been in, right?" Rikona asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Er...I guess so. Still, it's quite...daunting." Hanoashi shrugged.
"It's only a half acre in size," Aacob nodded. "Believe me, Aunt Shelia's house is three acres in size, so this is nothing."
Three Acres! Blazepanzer thought, her mind going wild. That's the entire size of my old yard! Not that I could ever let them know that...or I could, actually. I just feel like being an ass and keeping it a secret for now.
"Ah, so this is the famous Blazepanzer huh?" an older woman noted as she came out of the room.
"Yes mother, though judging by some reactions infamous may be more like it." Fubuki sighed.
"She's a human being, just like you and me," Shelia mused. "I heard what happened, and I sincerely hope you apologized, especially when you of all people have no reason to complain about her being here."
"I did Mother," Fubuki sighed, gazing downward.
"Mother?" Blazepanzer took a double take, confused.
"Yeah, I adopted her," Shelia noted. "She's normally a good kid." She then sighed. "She did apologize to you, right?"
Blazepanzer nodded. "Yeah, and I forgave her fully. Honestly, I'd rather people just drop it, she made an honest mistake and apologized sincerely, so there's no need to bring it up anymore."
Sheila rose an eyebrow, before laughing. "Ah, right, I forgot that part in Ami's report."
"What part?" Rikona asked, surprised.
Blazepanzer stiffened, knowing what was about to happen.
"Ah, it's nothing," Shelia waved. "Anyways, have fun, and Rikona, no forcing young Blazepanzer to try out bondage if she doesn't want to."
"I've already agreed to try it out," Blazepanzer shrugged.
"Rikona?" Shelia growled.
"What, I'm fine with it, really," Blazepanzer noted mater of factually.
"Don't worry mom, if she doesn't like it, we won't force her to do it any more." Rikona promised.
Shelia sighed. "Blazepanzer, some women try it and end up devastated. Have you given this enough thought?"
Blazepanzer nodded. "I have." Besides, all those times I've had Hanoashi arrested in my fanfics, kinda makes me feel a tad guilty now that I know she's real. Granted, this is nothing compared to what she went through, it's still a taste of my own medicine so to speak.
'Very well then. Aacob, just keep an eye on those two," Shelia shrugged. "Anyways, dinner's ready," she added.
It was a rather interesting diner for Blazepanzer, consisting of some of Japan's finer dishes. Not exactly rich, exorbitant dishes one might expect from a wealthy family, yet more than what Blazepanzer had tasted before. Given that neither herself or Ayumi were good cooks, and the closest thing to a restaurant she had been to was Ooarai's school cafe, that was to be expected.
"We have a couple of beds here, as Hanoashi likes to come here and stay from time to time. She...doesn't like bondage though, so she stays out of our games," Fubuki nodded.
"So, do you like bondage?" Blazepanzer asked. And I already knew that Hanoashi hates bondage. Or at least she won't tolerate it unless she get arrested...then again...that's just my fanfiction lore. Doesn't mean it's true. Anyways the last thing I want to see is her getting arrested given she's an actual girl. Back then it was just stupid writing fun, now it'd just be cruelty.
Fubuki shrugged. "I don't hate it persay, yet I don't get the same thrill from it as Rikona," she admitted.
"Okay, so if you're ready to begin, we'll start off with something simple," Rikona began. "Here, stretch out your hands."
Blazepanzer, slightly quivering, did so.
"You don't have to do it if you're sissified," Aacob called over.
"No, it's fine," Blazepanzer shrugged.
Rikona did so, and gently wrapped a purple leather strap across both her hands, and latched a chain to them. "So, tell me what you think?" she asked, stepping back.
Blazepanzer gazed at her hands, moving them a bit. "I don't see how this is much different than normal. Granted, I can't move freely like before, but I'm not feeling any sort of shame or excitement."
"So in other words you are kinda like me," Fubuki noted.
"Okay, let's try the back," Rikona noted, gingerly undoing the chain and moving Blazepanzer's hands behind her. She did the chain and let go. "So, what about now?"
Blazepanzer shrugged. "It's just like I'm holding my hands behind my back. Granted, I can't move them back around, but still no shame nor euphoria."
"Bummer," Rikona spat, though her eyes were somewhat amused.
"Hey, cousin, be glad she didn't burst into tears," Aacob hissed. "You'd be in real trouble if she did."
"So, you going to try rope?" Fubuki asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Think carefully, rope is way different than these leather cuffs," Aacob warned.
Blazepanzer just nodded. "I'll be fine, I think." However, she let out a small quiver as she did so.
"Okay then, Rikona began, before pausing. "Wait, do you want it loose, or tight?"
"Tight," Blazepanzer nodded. "Give me the full experience."
"Your funeral," Aacob shrugged sarcastically.
"Got it," Rikona smiled. "Ah, we don't do the crouch tie," she added.
"Crouch tie?" Blazepanzer asked, knowing full well what she meant, but deciding to act dumb on the manner.
"Basically were we wrap the rope between your legs. Supposed to add tension and add some sexual pleasure, but Mother forbids it," Fubuki noted. "She also forbids us from sticking vibrators in our ass, for the same reason. Want's us to experience the full sensation of sex with a guy without anything to dampen it so to speak."
"A bit too much information, but thanks," Blazepanzer muttered as she was tied up. This time, she felt a bit of shame and pleasure at the same time. "I think I'm getting a little bit of both," she added.
"Yeah, your face is blushing, is it too tight?" Rikona asked.
Blazepanzer shook her head as she tugged at her now bound arms experimentally. "No, it's...about where I think I'd want it."
"Just remember that if someone ties you up, they may not untie you," Aacob warned. "We'll unite you of course, but others may not. Especially guys."
Blazepanzer nodded earnestly.
"So, you want to stay like that a bit longer, or do you want untied?" Fubuki asked, checking her out.
"Honestly, I'd kinda like to experience this a while longer if that's okay."
"Aacob nodded, sitting a timer. "We have a strict rule of no more than thirty minutes per session if you will," she admitted. "If you want out before then, let us know."
"Hey, cousin, tie me up," Rikona begged.
"I'll do it," Fubuki countered. "Watching you two being tied up is tiring me out."
"You're not being tied up?" Blazepanzer asked.
Fubuki shrugged. "I don't mind it, but you're here, so I'd rather not."
"Really," Blazepanzer muttered."Nice to know."
"Actually, I have an idea," Aacob mused. "Given how Fubuki was acting with Blazepanzer at first, why don't we tie them up together?"
Rikona nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, great idea! It'll be a good bonding experience for the two!"
All three of them stared at Rikona like she had grown a third head, though Blazepanzer let out a small laugh. "Good one," she muttered.
"Wait just a moment now," Fubuki began, but Blazepanzer interrupted her.
"Don't hold that over her head like that," Blazepanzer hissed.
"Blazepanzer..." Fubuki gazed at her, starry-eyed.
"That being said, I don't mind the concept of being tied up to someone for a bit." Blazepanzer added, flexing her hands giving she was still tied up.
"Fuck my life," Fubuki pouted.
"Then it's decided!" Rikona smirked, untying Blazepanzer. "Swing your arms a bit to make sure the blood-flow returns, just in case," she urged.
Blazepanzer did so, nodding after a bit. "I'm ready," she smiled.
"This is so not fun," Fubuki huffed as she was sat down, her back to Blazepanzer's. It was a bit odd how her hands were tied to Fubuki's, but not as unpleasant as Blazeplanzer had mused it'd be.
"Honestly," Fubuki yawned in disappointment.
"Now, try to gun for the whole thirty minutes," Aacob smirked as she sat the timer.
"Try and move around, create some tension," Rikona urged with a laugh.
"Don't you dare!" Fubuki hissed.
Blazepanzer bided her time for a bit, letting Fubuki get into a false sense of security, then suddenly wiggled her fingers, sending the blond haired girl into a rather shrill Shrek.
"Blazepanzer!"
Ayumi let out a quiet sigh as she sat down, gazing out of her window. "Blazepanzer, don't let them rope you in," she whispered fervently.
"She had no idea that not only had they roped her sister in, much less that Blazepanzer was having the time of her life.
She sighed, gazing away as she noticed her black eye. Nurse says it'll take a week or two to heal, but still, it's rather unsightly.
She rose up, walking over to the computer Blazepanzer had used, and logged in. Her sister had given her full permission to play on it as long as she didn't long onto any of her multiplayer accounts or single player worlds. Which meant for the time, she could only play Minecraft unless she wanted to make a War-thunder account.
Creating a new world, Ayumi tried to get into the game, but no mater what setting she tried, she only got bored of playing peaceful, or frustrated at dying to strange green-exploding quad-peds. Sighing, she exited the world, and rose up, shutting the computer down before stretching.
"Is it just that Minecraft isn't for me, or video games in general." she mused, moving to her own laptop and powering it on. She quietly created a steam account, and logged on, gazing at the selection of games suggested for women.
Two struck her attention. One was Stardew valley, and she could play that one. The other was Sword Art Online Fatal Bullet, but it wasn't available for her computer. She decided to put the required 1,480 yen to buy Stardew valley. "I hope this is worth it," Ayumi sighed as she waited for the game to download.
It didn't take long, and Ayumi quickly found herself engrossed in playing the game, so much so that she'd get her first tarty in her high school year in the morning.