Hey, everyone. Welcome to my third Magical Index, really Touma/Itsuwa, story. As promised in my last one, this one will be featuring a delicious and hopefully fluffy lemon between our favorite misfortune magnet and his dearly devoted yet shy girlfriend. Obviously, this story is set in the same continuity as my previous two stories so expect some callbacks to them. Also, some events of New Testament will be referenced, but for the most part this story is set a little ways into the future. All that said, read on and I hope you all enjoy!
I do not own anything.
Right Back into Your Arms
"Alright, you're all cleared to go home. Do you need a ride back to your apartment?"
"No thanks, I can make it back myself. Thanks for the offer though." Given his luck, one might have asked if Touma Kamijou wanted something else to happen to him tonight. A simple grocery story run had ballooned into a gunpoint standoff ending with him here at one of Academy City's various police stations. Just like with the hospital, some of the staff were beginning to become familiar with him and vice versa. Thankfully, many recognized that he wasn't an instigator and always tried to resolve the conflict.
Quite a few still told him he was better off keeping his head down until professional help could arrive.
"I…I don't think I can do that. Seriously, I can try, but at the end of the day I don't think I'm that type of person."
"Well, in that case I highly suggest you practice your fighting ability. Sometimes words aren't always going to cut it, though from what I've heard you seem to have a way with them. Maybe one day you'll be stopping by here on a regular basis, in uniform."
That two-week old conversation had been stuck in the back of his head. No matter what, he couldn't dislodge it, even with the near daily wild and ludicrous things that happened to him. Touma was beginning to think that might have meant something important to him, albeit he didn't' want to excessively focus on it. He had other things to think about, like getting back to his apartment. There was someone waiting for him to get back, someone that he hated keeping waiting.
The realization of that feeling had been one of the first clues he recognized regarding his feelings toward Itsuwa.
It was bad to keep people waiting, especially girls. When that bad feeling went further Touma believed that it was a sign; that's how it'd been for him. Even while he sat in his hospital bed waiting to be discharged a part of him couldn't stop thinking about his up incoming date with her. He'd never felt that way before, the thought staying with him when he opened his eyes to start the new day. Excitement was quietly bubbling within him, finally exploding when he was officially discharged. He wanted to contact Itsuwa as soon as possible. When he was away from her, when she worried about him, he wanted to let her know that he was alright. It cut both ways as he felt a constant curiosity regarding her safety when she was away.
Sometimes he forgot that while they were still teenagers, they had work schedules like adults. More so for Itsuwa since she had honest-to-God missions, often in the service of the Lord himself. Then there was him, no official titles or occupations beyond part-time jobs. Just an ordinary high schooler who more often than not got dragged into one harrowing situation after another. When that happened though, he knew Itsuwa worried. She'd told him as much leading him to take her up in his arms and hold her. Touma looked down at his arms remembering that afternoon when she'd waited for him at his (and Index's) the shared apartment. Even though he'd long since adapted to having his life in danger and surviving by the skin of his teeth, he hadn't felt truly safe until he felt her physical presence.
Likewise, he could feel the sheer gratitude she had for his safety through her cuddling. His cheeks flushed red as he remembered himself cuddling back. He always wanted to return to her as soon as possible, especially when the adventure itself was a little more…extreme than usual. Within him there was always that subconscious yearning to wrap his arms around her, to know that she was alright. Also, for him to remember that he was alive, that he was alive and wanted to stay that way.
"…I think we both know it's probably for the best she and I don't interact much. Touma. We're civil enough, but let's not push it."
As much as a part of him would have liked to argue with Othinus he knew she was right. Hell, Touma knew if it were anyone else except for him the entire conversation would have never taken place. Most people wouldn't have wanted anything to do with the person who put them through such mind-breaking and soul-destroying terror that very nearly did him in for good. Sometimes Touma wondered if it was a good idea to tell Itsuwa precisely what Othinus had done to him…then again, he knew in his heart he'd never be able to keep that secret from her. He still had nightmares, sometimes when she was with him.
The new apartment complex he and Itsuwa now lived in had a couple of perks of their last one, or rather his last one. When it came to the elevator ride up there was a view of the front street and the surrounding area. Touma hadn't been going for any perks, but he was happy with how things had turned out. He'd honestly lost track of how many times he'd stared out at the view. His reflection stared back at him through the glass. Reminiscing on the past he remembered how he would smile at the thought of seeing Itsuwa when he stepped through the door.
"Guess the guys were right, I really am an idiot in love." The spiky-haired teen chuckled before stepping through the door. He'd never denied that he was an idiot, but it wasn't until two years ago did he fall in love. Two years of a somewhat erratic yet loving relationship. One year of following this familiar path. Upon reaching their apartment he pulled out his key and turned the knob. "Hey, Itsuwa, I'm back!" Touma called into the apartment.
He heard an immediate shuffling followed by a yawn. His feet were already carrying him to the epicenter of it, to the place where he knew she'd be-the kitchen. The minute he saw her amber-yellow eyes he felt his heart flutter in excitement.
"Welcome back." She giggled before running up to him and throwing her arms around his neck. This was customary, this was their normal.
"Sorry it took so long. I got a little…distracted. Again." Touma hated saying the words that he'd repeated likely a dozen times. Despite the repetition, more often than not they were the only thing he could come up with. In the end, they were nothing more than excuses.
Luckily for him, he had a girlfriend willing to accept them. "It's alright."
He planted a quick kiss on her lips before she could say anymore. As always, the spear-wielding girl blushed, so much so her hands were left trembling as she took the bag of groceries. Touma couldn't let the moment go to waste. "Hey, how's about you sit down and I finish preparing dinner? How's that sound?"
"T-Tempting, but no. I promised you a cacciatore chicken meal and I'm keeping my word!" It was hard for him not to kiss her again. Itsuwa wasn't a dedicated cook, but she was a damn good one, so good that she'd actually filled in around the city at a couple of restaurants; especially those that they liked to visit. "As for you, sit down and-"
"Get some rest?" The spiky-haired boy enthusiastically asked.
Giggling, she leaned forward and peaked him on the cheek. "Get back to studying your chemistry. If something's too complicated, just shout and I'll do my best to help."
Touma hung his head, but only momentarily. "Alright, alright. I'll be waiting for my dinner, Chef Itsuwa."
He heard it wasn't unusual to take pride in making your respective other blush. Touma had learned that over the course of his two years with Itsuwa. Given how prone she was to blushing, one might have thought it'd get boring after a while. Touma was amazed how he never got bored. He never got bored of setting Itsuwa's face ablaze, and he never failed to feel a sense of happy pride at being able to do so. On the flipside, when another guy tried to do the same he couldn't help but feel a little jealous…and even angry. That included his two best friends.
Taking pride as her boyfriend, Touma could understand why guys were attracted to Itsuwa. She was undoubtedly pretty beautiful even. Even now as he was supposed to be studying, he stole some sneak peaks at his girlfriend in the kitchen.
"M-M-M-M-M-Moving in t-t-t-t-together?"
"Y-Y-Yeah. T-T-The two of us." He repeated while sporting a crimson tint on his face. Touma would have dared any guy in his situation to not be blushing up a storm. Then again, there was a possibility some guys might have been handling this better than him. Hell, they'd probably be way more forceful than him in proposing this.
While he was pondering who could have been doing better than him and how, Itsuwa had regained her wits and was pressing him for details. "T-Touma, w-w-when you say the two of us…you mean the two us, with occasionally…Othinus?"
He could have sworn that the world itself was challenging him. Given who the conversation had turned to, it wasn't a surprise. A nail-bitingly cold wind blew over the park. Overhead the once silent gray clouds began to pelt the earth with snow anew. It seemed like the cold wind was trying to snuff out his hopeful plan before it could even get off the ground.
It would have if Itsuwa hadn't spoken up again. "It's fine if that's how it is. I mean…she's…you're her whole world, and she's a part of yours."
Touma felt the urge to do the same as he had then-run up to Itsuwa and hug her until their legs started to hurt. "You're right, she is a part of my world…but she isn't all there is to it. She's…she's not the biggest part of it. You are, Itsuwa Kawaguchi, and that's not going to be changing any time soon." Within seconds, he'd felt her arms wrapping around his body and her face becoming buried in his shoulder. At that moment, they forgot that it was winter. In fact, winter itself had prematurely ended for the two of them.
"…Thank you, Touma. I-I'm sorry you still have to-"
Now he was imagining kissing her as he'd done to silence her. He licked his lips remembering the sweet warmth of hers, including her tongue. Touma leaned back against the sofa, shuddering in bliss at the memory. Especially as he remembered how a part of him had wanted to go further. Hell, he'd wanted to go further with her multiple times. Especially since they moved in together.
"Don't worry, as your friend, I'll do my best to make sure I'm not dropping in at the wrong time. Granted I would totally-"
"Tsuchikmikado," The Level-0 Esper had growled. "So help me, if you finish that statement, I. Am. Going. To. Punch. You. Hard."
At times he thought Aogami was the worse, but then his two-faced friend had to show him he could be a contender too. And boy, did the shades-wearing Magician-Esper hybrid love showing him that. Then, in the very next breath he'd be the supportive friend that Touma felt he could somewhat trust. Most of the time.
"Alright, alright. I'm just saying this as your friend, Touma. It's going to come up eventually."
"Yeah, I know. You don't think I didn't think of that when I thought about asking her to move in with me?
"Man, what I wouldn't give to have seen it. The infamous Touma Kamijou, the God of Misfortune asking a woman to move in with him!"
"You know, I think that title may not be entirely accurate."
"Huh, why?"
It felt good grinning back at his friend. "Because, you're never going to know what happened. That info will stay between me and Itsuwa, forever. For a guy like me, I'd say that's pretty fortunate, huh?"
"…Hahahaha! You may be onto something! Guess I'll have to do some real digging to see if it's possible to look into the past, or time travel so I can go back and see it with my own eyes."
"Oh, get serious. If you could do that, I'm sure you'd have better things to do than go back and watch me."
"Fair point, I'd probably go back and see how your first date went."
"Okay, now you're really pushing it."
Tsuchimikado had merely chuckled before going back to his cleaning. For a minute, everything seemed normal. Totally, completely normal for the two of them, two underachievers serving out their after-class punishment, again. The difference came when Tsuchimikado spoke again, his teasing tone completely gone. He sounded…happy, sincere even.
"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I'm happy for you. Seriously, you put yourself through a lot of crap, some of it you really don't have to. You're still here though, still here being the dependable guy that everyone knows they can rely upon. On both the Science Side and the Magic Side. After all that, Touma…you deserve to be happy."
He'd stopped dead in his cleaning and looked to the blond. Touma felt an oddly warm feeling in his gut, it intermixed with a slight aching in the back of his head. "I was happy before, Tsuchimikado, it's just…I'm…happier now since I started dating Itsuwa. You can be happy without being in a relationship." There was a pause as he leaned against the desk, he'd been cleaning for the last several minutes. "Ugh, that said…like I, urgh, said before…you can be happier when you're in a relationship."
"Yep…especially with a girl who isn't chopping on your head, huh?"
"Wow, so you weren't rooting for me and Index."
"Eh, my money was actually on Kanzaki, but you chose her slightly cuter and more innocent underling. I've been your friend for years, Touma, I know your type. That's why I can say that you chose right."
It was genuinely annoying how everyone seemed to be betting on his love life. Especially betting he'd go the "harem route" and just date every girl remotely interested in him. Yeah, like that idea was even remotely possible, not to mention like he'd be able to manage that many relationships. And that wasn't even getting into how said girls would feel about him tipping out on multiple other girls.
"Everything I go through, by either my choice or what I get dragged into…she's always there for me."
"That's what you do for someone you love."
There was a lot about Tsuchimikado that he didn't know, even now. Maybe he'd never know. What he knew for absolute certainty was that he loved his sister, and he'd do anything for her. Ironically for a man who's Magic Name literally translated into backstabber, he knew quite a bit about loyalty and love. It's just those things were dedicated toward a specific person, few other things in his life could earn that level of dedication, including Touma. He didn't blame Tsuchimikado for that as he knew what the feeling was like.
"…Yeah, you're right."
Did teachers intend for afterschool punishments to result in some heart-to-heart talks amongst students? Touma was pretty sure the answer leaned toward yes without asking the various educational figures in his life, including his girlfriend who planned on becoming a teacher in the future. Thinking of the irony got a laugh out of him just as he reached for his pen.
Ring! Ring!
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Groaned the dark-haired seventeen-year-old. He was sorely tempted to let the call go unanswered, but Touma had a feeling he'd be in for a nasty surprise later. With another groan, he finally picked up. "Hey, Tsuchimikado."
"Yo! Sorry to bother you so late at night, I'm not interrupting anything important, am I?" Came his always jovial voice.
Touma actually bemoaned how he couldn't say no, Tsuchimikado wasn't. Nothing had gotten started between him and Itsuwa, albeit from what his nose told him, dinner was almost ready. "Well, I am minutes away from eating dinner. Other than that, nope."
"Ahh, sorry, pal. Hey, I've got a few ideas that may be of-"
"Tsuchimikado," Touma spat in a stone-cold tone. "Get to the point, will ya'? What is it?"
Despite his words, the blond gave a humorous chuckle. "Alright, I won't try to waste too much of your night, especially since it sounds like your stomach's going to be growling in a little bit. You remember ADVANCE?"
"Oh, you mean the latest in Academy City's ever-growing line of secretive factions hellbent on achieving whatever goals they have? In their case, advancing the Science Side so it's got the leg up on the Magic Side? What are they up to this time?"
"From the sounds of things, nanites. Magic-suppressing nanites that can also be reprogrammed to do a whole bunch of other scary stuff."
"Which you're asking me to learn about as we head off to-"
"Keep them from being stolen and used by the Magic Side."
Touma blinked. "That's…a little surprising to hear."
"So would a lot of other people, but hey, we're talking about the group that named itself ADVANCE."
"At least this group's name actually fits." Touma warily mused. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say someone on the Magic Side's gotten some ideas into their heads?"
"That's what my contacts have told me. Things could get messy if someone doesn't step in. As you know, it's my job to handle these sorts of things, and since we're talking ADVANCE, who'll likely bring their 'discoveries' to Academy City-"
"You can stop with the buttering me up. Just tell me when so I can pack my stuff." Touma's eyes widened as a possibility loomed within his mind. It stood over him, dressed like the reaper himself brandishing his scythe. "No, I'm not going tonight! I'm having dinner with my girlfriend and that's not changing!"
"…Hehehe…hahahaha! Don't worry, this mission won't be getting underway until the day after tomorrow! I mean, I think we can wait that long and not have to worry about something bad happening, like a magic-wielding tech-based homunculi."
"Oh, so that's what we're going to be racing off to stop." Touma once again noted in a dry tone.
"Something of that sort. You gotta admit, it wouldn't be the craziest thing you've dealt with. Probably barely even on your top ten list, right?" Tsuchimikado jokingly remarked.
Touma agreed with him via a tired sigh. "Here's hoping we'll be able to stop it before it gets that far. Or at least I'm hoping we will."
"So that's a yes! I'll feed you the details tomorrow over the lunch! Until then, and have a nice dinner, and dessert!"
Touma had answered the call with a sigh and he ended it with a sigh. He supposed that it was a fitting end, then again, it was also a beginning. The beginning of what was going to be another crazy adventure.
Feeling a familiar gaze on him, he turned around to find himself looking into the concerned eyes of his girlfriend. Touma felt like a spike had been driven through his chest.
"Itsuwa," he immediately began, rising from his seat.
In just a few steps, she was upon him, wrapping her legs around him in a warm hug. "Just be careful, alright. Make sure to come back safely."
They'd been together for going on two and a half years. In that time, their lives hadn't calmed down, or rather, his life hadn't calmed down. Academy City was still Academy City, the world still turned, containing forces of great science and magic. When those two sides collided, he was often there, holding them back and keeping them from destroying everything around them. Sometimes that was just a byproduct of him trying to protect someone precious to him. At times that had included the girl holding him in her arms, and whom he held back.
"I'm sorry. I'm…sorry that I end up saying that to you so many times." Spoke the Level-0 Esper.
"It'd be a bit hypocritical for me to call you out on it. Remember, I'm the one who gets flustered every other minute." The Amakusa Church girl jokingly responded. Her reward was a short but sweet kiss that left her whole body buzzing. "On top of that, my job's pulled me away just as much."
Again, it was so surreal to think about their status in life. They both had "jobs" of varying sorts that could cut into their personal time and they lived together. Really, one would have assumed they were either adults or a young adult couple instead of seventeen-year-olds. Still teenagers.
They'd been through way more than the average teen though, or at least those who lived outside of Academy City.
Feeling whimsical delight at how understanding his girlfriend was, Touma lifted Itsuwa up into his arms. The girl let out a squeal complete with a blush as he carried them toward the sofa. She couldn't stop saying his name until he crashed his lips into hers. Touma felt something deep and bestial within him as he threw everything he had at his girlfriend. Something hard was rising between his legs, and he couldn't' stop grinding it against Itsuwa. Her sweet, amorous moans spurred his actions on.
"What? Seriously? Come on, how haven't you two fucked yet! Just do it! Itsuwa would totally be a hot lay!"
"When that time comes, just…promise me you'll use protection, alright! And pace yourselves!"
"Go for it, but as Itsuwa's superior, I'm telling you now, that's a commitment."
"I believe you two should…do it. You love each other very much, so much that I'm sure you will have no one but each other."
How often did people think about sex? Magicians? Horny high school students? Even nuns? Touma wondered if it had something to do with him. He supposed his rotten luck forced the topic up, even sometimes out of the blue. A new form it'd taken ever since he'd began dating Itsuwa.
But…I want to. He realized as he sprinkled her face with kisses. I want to go that far with her. Just the two of us.
"T-T-Touma! Touma!" Her voice broke him out of his mental musings.
Upon being broken out, he sat upright and retreated to the other corner of the sofa. "Sorry! I'm so sorry, Itsuwa! I didn't mean to-"
The next thing he knew, she was hugging him, cuddling up to him. "It's fine, Touma." Her whisper brought him to heel near immediately. Maybe it was also the way she was pressing herself against him. Ironically, that made him more eager to pick up where he'd left off. "It's just…dinner's ready. There's something I'd like to tell you while we eat."
The flaming dragon sealed within his Imagine Breaker might as well have been slithering throughout his body. It stopped at his head, turning it into a blazing red cherry. "S-S-Sure, Dinner. Y-Yeah."
When it came to living together, one half of the pairing knowing how to cook was a positive. In their case, that was undoubtedly Itsuwa's role, though Touma took his turn as well. Given how often they found themselves in foreign countries, it wasn't too surprising when their dinner happened to be foreign cuisine. And it was surely no surprise when the food was absolutely delicious.
"And that's the gist of it. We're both going to be out for a few days, it seems."
Touma placed his knife and fork down, his face mirroring the downcast expression of his girlfriend. At least initially. "Yeah, but it's not so bad. At least this means one of us won't have to bear being here all by themselves."
With a hearty laugh, she reached across the table and took hold of his hand. Touma chuckled, sitting up a little so he could lean down and kiss the top of her palm. It was a little habit he'd developed since a certain incident in France. He may not have been a knight (he was in fact the knight's enemy), but Itsuwa was definitely his lady love.
"So, I'm off to Los Angeles to stop a fight over nanites, and you're heading to Manchester to stop a rogue order of knights from summoning a demon. Basically, nothing new for us." It really wasn't, though the mentioning of a potential "demon" set Touma more than a little on edge. Coronzon, aka former Archbishop of the Church of England, Laura Stuart, had been one of the most dangerous and insidious enemies he and his allies had ever fought. The fact that the fight against her had involved the full support of Aleister Crawley only further cemented how grave it was.
In the end, little had changed for the Amakusa-Style Church, their alliance had remained unchanged, much to the relief of all the members, including Touma and Index.
When he got back to his eating, he felt Itsuwa's gaze on him again. He looked up and lost himself into her eyes.
"It'll be fun, Touma. The Head Priestess will be there with us so things won't get too out of control. Plus…" One eye was closed in a deliberate wink to him that set his cheeks ablaze. "You know I can handle myself, don't you?"
"Heh, yeah, I know you can. I've seen you kick plenty of ass before. I'm sure some wannabes won't be anything too tough for you. Guess I'm just a little worried about you coming back first and having to wait up on me. You do way too much of that."
"Touma…you're not a normal guy." Itsuwa very rarely shouted at him, outside of battle anyway; she could speak softly and have her words carry such an incredible effect on him. Looking back, Touma believed that's something that had attracted him to her. "It's okay not to be normal though. Heh, I'm not normal either, am I?"
At first glance, she did look normal. All things considered, Itsuwa was a pretty grounded and nice person. Except she knew how to fight like a professional soldier, she could pilot every vehicle known to man, and finally she could use magic. Also, she regularly set out on missions around the world in the name of God.
Before he knew it, he was laughing. Itsuwa was laughing with him.
"Touma Kamijou, I told you that I'd wait for you if you go to the edge of heaven and promise to come back to me." The Amakusa Church operative said once her laughter died down.
Touma's laughter came to an immediate estop. His eyes shimmered with heartfelt love for the girl across from him. She'd said those words to him the night after he'd gotten back. Sure, he'd came back carrying some…baggage, but all Itsuwa had said was that she was happy to have her boyfriend back. The feeling was very mutual as Touma remembered how happy he'd felt seeing her face, hearing her voice, and feeling her up in his arms.
There's someone very important waiting for you to come back. A voice in the back of his mind had continuously told him. When Leivina had told him (after kicking his balls) that he needed to apologize to some girls, Itsuwa was the first person he thought of. He'd growled at her that he knew that already. Leivina then told him girls beside his girlfriend. Index had concurred with a bite to the head when he tried to apologize to her.
"Sorry about making you say something that important over some…small time trips." Touma said after complying his feelings. He tried hard not to put his foot in his mouth regarding his relationships.
She shook her head, leisurely cutting up the cooked chicken. "It's fine. I mean…I never get tired of saying it because I want you to know how I really feel about you." When she looked up and smiled at him, Touma felt a different sort of hunger overtake him.
Putting his knife and fork down, he got up and walked over. Based on the blush on Itsuwa's face, she knew exactly what was coming. And based on how her arms shot out toward his chest, she felt a hunger similar to his own. He could taste the cacciatore on her lips, and he was pretty sure she could taste it on hers.
Evidently, it was addictive as she was suddenly holding onto him for dear life. That familiar feeling returned to Touma, especially as he hoisted Itsuwa into her arms and took her seat. He didn't realize he'd done it until their kiss ended and the two of them were left in their new position.
And both of them couldn't be any redder.
"D-D-D-Dinner." Itsuwa mumbled.
"D-D-Dessert." Touma responded. Their faces actually did get redder, and Touma could only kick himself. "N-N-N-Never mind."
Just as he was about to untangle himself from her, Itsuwa's grip on him tightened. "After we get back." He tensed up, but he stopped trying to remove himself from her. Itsuwa bumped her forehead against his. "When we get back." She explained.
Touma stared at her with wide-eyed, red-cheeked amazement. Eventually she smiled at him, and he grinned back.
"That's a promise then." The wielder of the Imagine Breaker whispered back.
Even if the cacciatore had gotten a little cold, it still had all its delicious flavor to the happy couple.
Four Days Later…
Once upon a time, Academy City seemed like a looming giant before Itsuwa. Imposing, dangerous, and most importantly filled with unknowns. None of that had stopped her from venturing into it along with the rest of the Amakusa Church. There work was needed to be done, she would go there, no matter how crazy, dangerous, or whatever the place was.
It was hard to believe that had been two, going on three, years ago. In that time, she'd became a lot more familiar with it. It had became home to her.
Though considered the bastion of the Science Side, Academy City was home to no small number of magic-users occupants aside from her. It's not like there was a rule restricting them from living there, especially under the chosen successor of Aleister Crowley.
Whenever she saw the city, her heart was immediately put at ease. There were only a handful of other places that could invoke that feeling within her. Just like those places, what helped invoked that feeling was the presence of someone she loved.
Her boyfriend…her Touma.
A shiver raced through her as she remembered some of the words of her former love rivals, including the Priestess herself. Thinking about the words of encouragement caused her cheeks to burn red. They stayed that way almost until the disembarking started. She held tightly onto her bags as she passed through the same gates she'd gone through days before. Unlike before, she was coming off a flight instead of getting on one.
And unlike before, instead of her boyfriend seeing her off, she ran into someone else. One of the last people she'd ever expect to see at a time like this.
"I-I-It-Itsuwa?"
"M-M-Mikoto?"
She didn't drop her bags, but she came close to. Mikoto didn't either.
"I-I'm catching a flight with my mom." Spoke the electrokinetic Esper. "I-I guess you're coming back from one?"
"Y-Yeah, from the United Kingdom." The magic-user replied.
"It was magic business, wasn't it?" Mikoto immediately deduced.
Itsuwa let out a small laugh. "Yes, it was."
Mikoto shook her head. "That figures. What about him? He isn't with you…and I heard he hasn't been at school so is he…"
She gave her former rival a small, apologetic smile. "He had his own…business to take care of. If you have the time then I can tell you about it."
Mikoto smiled back at her, then all but dragged her to her preferred spot, a café whose menu Itsuwa could have sworn she'd seen before. She had a feeling that it was part of a franchise. It wouldn't have been surprising. Airports in Academy City could be full blown shopping distracts. In fact, she'd heard about some people getting so caught up in the shops and restaurants that they actually ended up missing their flights. Very few airlines offered refunds. Itsuwa had actually seen that happen once; it was sad but also funny. She made a mental note to try to avoid it happening to her. And Touma.
Albeit in his case, it was less involving some shop and more something else happening that distracted him or them from their flight. She wondered if that ever happened to Mikoto. As she'd learned from various sources, the Railgun had her own share of adventures separate from Touma. Then again, so did dozens of Academy City's more iconic residents.
"You know, I've known about you and magic for years, but it still feels so weird hearing about it! Going off to fight a cult trying to raise a bunch of demons?" Sighed the brown-haired girl. "Still, a part of me can't help but feel just a little bit jealous of you. You got to do that while I'm off to attend a conference with my mom, who I'm sure is going get drunk off her ass, again."
Itsuwa gave her a sympathetic laugh. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. On the bright side, isn't your mother one of those…funny drunks?"
"You say that like it's not so bad."
"There are worse forms of drunkenness. Trust me." She knew. She knew as she considered herself one of those worst forms. Alcohol brought out the innermost feelings and impulses of people. She was no different; in Itsuwa's case though, her capacity for violence was undoubtedly brought to the surface, and amplified. "You'll have some hangover medicine on hand, right?"
"Oh, I always do when I'm dealing with her. I swear, sometimes I think she gets drunk just to bug me. Sometimes I worry if I'll end up becoming like that in the future."
"With all due respect, Mikoto, I doubt that. Not only are you far more composed, you rarely drink. I think I've only ever seen you do so twice before." That drinking had been in celebration, during which things like age restrictions were…nonexistent. Even if they were embarrassing, Itsuwa couldn't help but smile at the memories.
Evidently, Mikoto was recalling the same as she was smiling as well. "Does it ever get strange to you? Moving between the outside world and here?"
"Nope. I got used to it a while ago. In fact…" her fingers gently tapped against her glass, her lazy smile reflected in it. "I've gotten used to call Academy City home. It is home to me."
"Is it because you like it here or because of…"
She knew why Mikoto had stopped. She'd have done the same if she was in her position. Sometimes, the awkwardness between two love rivals never fully went away. In those times, one could hope it was only toned down. Both she and Mikoto had made inroads into doing that even though they'd never once gotten into anything resembling a catfight over Touma.
Itsuwa often hated how the spiky-haired boy loomed over the two of them whenever they casually interacted with each other. It was downright frustrating feeling like they had to walk on eggshells. She was a kind and somewhat meek person. Mikoto Misaka was the opposite of her. One would expect that the two of them would fight as often as cats and dogs. They didn't. Maybe it was because when it came to the boy they both had feelings for, they knew how to be mature about it.
"It's both, but I'd say it's eighty-percent because of Touma. Academy City is home for him…and wherever he is, it's my home too." The Amakusa operative calmly answered.
"…You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. I mean, seriously. What's it like…living with him? How do you do it?"
She sensed a bit of desperation in her voice. Itsuwa didn't let it bother her. "Well, we're not exactly a normal couple, but we do our best. That's what we promised each other and it's how we've made it this far."
Mikoto looked like she wanted to press her on the details, but she was restraining herself. Itsuwa could only take a guess, but something must have happened in the five days she'd been away from Academy City. Given its nature, just one day was enough for a person's views to be turned upside down and inside out. Some people said that was part of the city's charm while others…not so much.
Personally, Itsuwa fell on the side of the former. You learned something new everyday, about yourself and the world around you.
Her hands tightened on the glass as she recalled discovering how deep her love for Touma could go. If there was one thing that angered her more so than anything else, it was someone hurting him. She didn't care who it was, be they a magician, an Esper, a saint, demon, or even a god…she'd be out for their blood. When she learned what Othinus had put her boyfriend through, she'd been ready to impale her on the spot; the depowered magic god had been ready for that to happen to her. As per usual, Touma's intervention had stopped her from doing so, and made her able to tolerate being around her. Even living with her.
Itsuwa didn't think she'd have the will to do it, but here she was. If Othinus was there when she got home, she'd greet her and continue on same as usual, just as she'd done countless times before. That was her life, and she was satisfied with it.
Mikoto stood up. She breathed in through her nose than out through her lips. There was a clarity in her eyes as she looked to Itsuwa, a calmness that hadn't been there before. Curiosity beckoned she ask her about it, but Itsuwa stifled that voice.
"Thanks. Sorry about asking that out of the blue, it's just-"
"Something happened that made you think about it?" She accurately deduced.
"…Yeah, something like that. Just…relationships in general. Figured I'd get some advice from an expert." Replied the Esper.
"I-I don't think I'd consider myself an expert, Mikoto."
"Well, I would." Responded the brunette, grabbing her things. Her time was seemingly up and she had no intention of missing her flight. "You've been in a successful relationship for almost three years with the formerly unluckiest guy on earth. Anyone who looks at you two can tell you're happy…and in a relationship, that's all that matters."
Her words further confirmed that whatever was eating at Mikoto, it was likely relationship trouble. Or drama. Was there a difference between the two?
"Mikoto!" Itsuwa suddenly shouted. She didn't want her to run late to her flight, but she felt her something bubbling up within her chest. If she didn't get it out, who knew when another opportunity would arise. "If there's…something you ever want to talk about, I'm here. Rather it's about Touma or…anything else that happens to cross your mind. I'm…I'm here for you as your friend."
"…I know, and the feeling's mutual." The Level-Five Esper called back with a smile. "Oh, and make sure to tell that idiot that. It's been a while and I'm worried he may start forgetting about it! Make sure he doesn't!"
"I will! Oh, and have fun on your trip!" Was the last thing she shouted before Mikoto disappeared into the crowd. She was heading for America too, albeit to Boston instead of the west coast. Boston, huh? I've never been there before, and I don't think Touma has either.
"Places I want to visit? I've never really thought of that. Don't get me wrong, I know there's a whole world outside of Academy City, it's just…I've never thought much about seeing it. Not until now."
"Not until now…so…does that mean…"
"There are some places I'd want to visit. Especially if I've got company…like you. Rather it's a leisure visit or something else entirely."
Her hand tingled with warmth and her heart frantically beat in excitement. Itsuwa stepped out through the sliding glass doors and laid eyes on the sea of steel, concrete, and glass that was Academy City. With a beaming smile, she leaned her head back and inhaled the fresh yet tainted city air. Her ears buzzed with the cacophony of city life.
She was back, but she wasn't home, not yet.
Grocery shopping had always been one of her favorite things to do. She supposed it went hand in hand with her fondness for cooking. It was nice, but there was always a little spark in her that came with cooking for someone else. Over the last two years, that spark had been more like a warm bonfire when it came to her boyfriend.
She wasn't surprised that she got back first, though she was a little happy for it. It meant that she could be the one to surprise Touma when he got back home.
"Whatever you do, don't make it spicy though. He was tricked into eating some spice-sprinkled curry and he couldn't taste anything for the rest of the day. I think he may be scared now."
Only she could hear the voice as she moved through the aisles; she was the only one it was aimed at. I'll keep that in mind. Hmm, actually, maybe I should include some ice-cream for dessert. Did Touma eat any after that incident?
"Nope, he just sucked on some ice cubes for a little while." The fallen magical god shared a laugh with the Amakusa operative. "I demand chocolate coconut! We haven't had any in weeks and I'm ready for some more!"
"Alright, alright. I'm on my way. Just hope they'll have some left. You know that's a popular flavor." In her mind she could see the one-eyed, doll-sized girl puff out her cheeks in annoyance. She may have had enough magical power to enable telepathic communication, but there were many things still beyond her.
Even now, years afterward, she was a far cry from her original self. Othindus had concluded that she'd likely never regain her original power, at least not unless she crossed some lines which would bring her into conflict with everyone else. Especially Touma. She'd made do with her diminutive state, as had everyone else, including her. Honestly, her size made it…easier to accept her.
"So…what else do you plan on giving him for dessert?" The one-eyed blonde snickered as Itsuwa froze in her tracks, a look of comical dismay consuming her face. "Just so you know, Touma didn't willing tell me. He mumbled it in his sleep. He must REAALLY be looking forward to your dessert.
O-O-Othindus! The spear-wielding teenager shouted.
"What? I'm curious by this point. I've heard so many people talking about it that-"
We'll do it when we're ready! I'm ready now, but I don't want to force Touma into something he's not ready for! She shouted back, her cheeks looking redder than some of the frozen meat on display. Geez, not you too.
"…I can't help it. What he went through wasn't the worst, but Touma did-oh, never mind."
She came to a stop right there, her mirrored reflection carrying the same serious expression as her real self. Othindus, what happened to Touma on this trip?
The civility, the humor, the embarrassment was all gone. Othindus appeared beside her reflected self, her eyes only half hidden by her pointed hat. Her expression mirrored Itsuwa's. The coldness of the refrigerated section was rapidly outdone by the chill generated by the two women. This was how it always was when it came to the safety of the mutual man in their lives, a man they would both fight and die for.
Smirking, Othindus tipped her head. "He did find himself playing the role of a best man at a sudden and completely ludicrous wedding. I think it got him thinking about some things."
As if struck by her Gungnir, Itsuwa's accumulated seriousness went out the wind. "Whhhhaaat?! T-T-Touma?! A-A-A wedding?! Best man?!"
She was utterly lost in the little gremlin's laughter, so much so that she failed to notice a coming presence. Itsuwa didn't notice until she found herself looking into a familiar pair of gray eyes. As she did, the word "wedding" attached itself to the forefront of her brain.
"H-H-Hey, Itsuwa. Fancy meeting you here." Nervously spoke the wielder of Imagine Breaker.
"T-T-T-T-T-Touma." Gasped the purple-haired girl. Her teeth were chattering like the ice around her had been poured down her back. She immediately grabbed the remedy for it.
He didn't hesitate, he just responded as he always did when his girlfriend hugged him. Touma hugged her back and basked in the warmth of her body. "Hey,"
"Hey." She whispered back. One would have thought she was wondering through a blizzard given how much she was snuggling up to her boyfriend. Even Othinus' laughter was forgotten about. She suspected that she'd played a joke on her, but Itsuwa frankly didn't care. "Welcome home." Came her whisper as she pulled away to smile at him.
Of course, he was smiling back. She quietly looked him over for any scratches, scars or abnormalities. There were none, none on her beloved.
"You know, I was hoping to be the one to say that to you. Kind of part of the charm of getting back first." He laughed.
"Huh? What do you mean getting back first? I did! I stopped by the apartment and you weren't there!"
"What? But I totally put my stuuuu…" His lips curled back into a groan as the truth dawned on him. It did so for Itsuwa as well, albeit she did let out an amused giggle.
The former magic god known as Othinus was sitting rather pretty atop a shelf, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "I'm going to be stepping out for a few days. Unlike either of you, I have some more serious matters to attend to. Me and Sphinx, so don't worry about-"
"Did you seriously trick us again! I told you to knock it off!" Touma shouted, still in throes of somewhat light-hearted anger. Itsuwa actually found it cute to see.
"Yeah, you told me…but I don't recall making a promise I would stop. Besides," she leaned forward, an unapologetic smirk on her tiny face. "Isn't this much better than one of you coming home and being alone in an empty apartment?"
Touma's anger was swept away, replaced by a red-faced look of shock. Itsuwa wasn't shocked, but she was blushing too. She wasn't silent either. "You've got a point, Othinus." She giggled again as her boyfriend gapped at her. "Like I said, she's got a point, Touma." Grasping his hand, she leaned forward and kissed him. Not on the cheek but on the lips. It was a pain to pull away just as she felt him getting into it, but Itsuwa supposed they could wait until after they got home. Othinus had just told them they were going to be having some alone time.
They separated, staring at one another in quiet joy, their cheeks burning red.
Once more, Othinus caught their attention with clapping. Looking back, they saw it wasn't just her, at some point, the two had gained quite an audience. An audience that had very much enjoyed the show.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Touma groaned, his free left hand going to his face. "Seriously, didn't you all come here to do some shopping!"
"We did, and we got one hell of a show out of it!" One random spectator jubilant laughed.
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a not-so-ordinary but loving and supportive couple reunite." Spoke the tiny-sized, one-eyed girl. Her trademark explanative tone was laced with a small touch of humor that didn't go unnoticed. Itsuwa couldn't help but laugh at it, even as she felt embarrassment eating away at her from having numerous eyes on them.
Othinus departed, and with her it signaled the end of the "show" the shoppers had been watching. Touma groaned in deep-seated annoyance at the sudden humiliation his partner had just subjected the two of them through.
"Itsuwa, I'm sorry. Seems like my-mmm!"
This kiss lasted longer than their previous one did, albeit Touma was still left wanting when it ended. So too was Itsuwa, who simply smiled at him. "Welcome home, Touma." She merely whispered to him.
Joyful relief flooded over his body as he wrapped his arms around her. "Thanks…and welcome back too, Itsuwa."
It was always so fascinating how someone supposedly without an ounce of good luck seemed to be something of a lucky charm to others. Or as Itsuwa would say, their saving grace. It was a paradox that scientific and magical scholars had broken themselves trying to figure out. Perhaps there was no figuring it out. Some things just weren't bound by logic of scientific or the magical kind. Touma Kamijou was perhaps one such existence. As far as Itsuwa was concerned, he was simply a good person who did good wherever he went, his brand of good without regard for what counted as such on a larger scale.
"I see. Well, I'm happy to hear that Trevor and Cassandra finally tied the knot. And that they're out of the mad scientist business thanks to you."
"That makes two of us. If they want to continue their nanite research, I'm hoping it's for more…benign purposes."
"From the sounds of things, they're already on the path to doing that. Again, thanks to you." The magic-user responded.
Touma nervously scratched the back of his head, bashful as always of the impact he'd made on people. Itsuwa had actually came to love that about him. At first, it bewildered her, but she'd came to slowly accept it. Well, mostly accept it. Sometimes she did have to step forward and remind her boyfriend that he really wasn't just an ordinary guy, and his life had a lot more value than he realized.
"So, I saved Los Angeles from being devoured by out-of-control nanites. What about you? How'd your trip to the U.K. go? Did you run into Lessar or any other familiar faces?"
"Yep, she even helped me out a little." She took a quick sip of her drink, leaving him in slight, temporary suspense. "She asked about you."
He groaned. "Yeah…that figures. Of course, she did." Hearing Itsuwa's giggles made him look up; her amused face shook off the lingering dismay he felt within him. I'm so happy to see you like this. You know you're mine and I'm yours. Touma had never asked for a harem, and frankly there were days he really wished he didn't have one. Nowadays, he wouldn't say he did, but traces of it lingered every now and then. A lot of girls knew to take a hint, others didn't. His girlfriend was a courageous and kind-hearted girl, but her self-confidence could be shaken, especially when it came to him.
Touma knew that he had a lot of "options" to choose from. Some would have said he didn't need to choose at all. To those people, he'd have said, "So, you want me to dodge more lightning bolts?"
When it became public knowledge, he and Itsuwa were dating, he'd gotten congrats and looks of genuine shock. Itsuwa was a "dark horse" amongst his admirers and lovers (not that Touma romantically loved any of them, even Index, who he saw as a sister) that no one expected him to choose. A handful had outright told him they didn't expect the relationship to last.
Hearing that always made Touma feel angry. As in angry enough to punch that person. It wasn't about shattering an illusion, it just felt like him wanting to sock them for being an ass, to Itsuwa. Sometimes he had a response, "You don't know her then."
A handful of people had a retort to that…including Aleister Crowley himself. "Who says it's her? I may be speaking of you, Touma Kamijou."
"Thank you."
"H-H-Huh?"
Blinking, he realized that he'd just spoken aloud. Groaning again, he dropped his head. "Dammit, I went and screwed things up again."
"Not so much. Just tell me what's on your mind, Touma." Came her gentle voice.
At the very least he'd eaten up most of his Nikujaga so he wouldn't be wasting it by explaining himself. "I was thinking about something Aleister Crowley once said to me. He…said the reason why this relationship might not last wouldn't be because of you but because of me."
Itsuwa put her chopsticks down and crossed her arms. "You can't turn a blind eye to people in pain or in danger. Because you can't, you put yourself in far more danger than you should, facing enemies whom you should have no business fighting. You have perhaps the worst luck of anyone in the world because of your right arm. For whatever reason, women are drawn to you and tend to fall for you." He stared at her, a little surprised at how calmly and easily she'd listed some of his faults, as well as obstacles to a potentially serious relationship. "I knew some of that before, other parts I learned after we got together."
The seventeen-year-old watched as the short-haired girl rose and walked around the table toward him. Her every step was echoed by the frantic beating of his heart. It, he, knew what her response was going to be. It's why he was ready when she seated herself in his lap, blushing of course.
"I'm still here." She began. "And every time you leave, I went for you to come back, just like how every time I do the same, you always wait for me."
He felt his heart quiver in joy. Pure, perhaps selfish joy at her words. He was already deep into the kiss by the time he realized he'd moved in, or perhaps she had closed the distance herself. Regardless, their lips fervently melded against each other. Touma was faintly aware of not just his racing heart but Itsuwa's as well. They continued to pulsate long after their kiss had ended.
"…Because you, Itsuwa, I can say this, I'm a damn lucky guy." He spoke in a heartfelt voice.
"Well, I like to think you made me a lucky girl first, so thank you." Was he response. After a brief bout if laughter, their lips found one another again. It grew heated as Itsuwa found herself affectionately grinding herself against her boyfriend. She felt that familiar yearning, that fire, burning hot within her. This time she was all but sure it wasn't going to be snuffed out, or interrupted by anyone.
"Itsuwa," Whispered the spiky-haired teenager after a brief separation. "I…remember what you said about dessert before we left."
Her eyes widened, then narrowed in naked lust. "I'm…happy to hear that. Are you still...hungry for it?"
Intermixed with the excitement was just a little bit of paranoia. Any second of the day, or night in this case, Touma knew something…peculiar could happen to him. Sometimes he got a break, like a day or two after one strange adventure. Those times taught him to treasure the downtime he had. Since getting a girlfriend, he treasured that downtime a hell of a lot more. He also knew of more…enjoyable ways to spend it.
With the time they had, Touma knew what he wanted to do. Ignoring the remains of their dinner, he hooked his arms underneath Itsuwa and carried her from the dining room to the sofa. Upon dropping her on it their kisses continued. With each one, Touma felt something within himself growing stronger. He could have sworn the dragons sealed within his right arm were being aroused. Hell, for all he knew, they probably were.
"A-A-Ahhh~!" His hand dipped beneath Itsuwa's shirt touching her bare flesh. She wasn't the only one who jumped.
Touma pulled away, leering at her with hungry eyes. Her disheveled state was even more of a turn on for him. From somewhere deep within him, a bestial growl sounded off. As it echoed through him, he went back on his girlfriend.
"B-B-Bedroom. T-The bedroom, Touma." Itsuwa's lust-ridden yet shy voice whispered. It struck him like a combination of thunder and lightning.
Touma's eyes went wide, and his once racing heartbeat slowed down. A minute later and it resumed a more natural pace. Heat exploded across his cheeks as signs of his embarrassment, right in naked view of his girlfriend. She couldn't help but giggle in spite the fire still burning hot within her. "S-S-Sorry about that, Itsuwa. I-I-I just sort of lost it for a minute." He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her hand on his cheek. That loss of control he'd mentioned to her nearly overtook him again as he placed his hand atop of hers. He was looking into her eyes, but her lips still looked so inviting. His very soul roared for him to claim them again, along with the rest of her.
While struggled to reign that aspect of himself in Itsuwa quietly did the same, albeit she knew the hold was only temporary. "It's fine, Touma. I mean…well…it's not like it's out of the ordinary to do it on the couch." Her cheeks turned redder as she thought of the two of them having their first time on the couch. This was a couch that they'd picked out together and had spent many happy memories on. While a part of her didn't mind adding one more, especially an explicit one, the more orderly side of her wanted to go a more traditional route. As a potential cherry on top, having sex on their bed would reduce the chances of one of them rolling off and hitting the floor.
Given her boyfriend's ever-lingering bad luck, that was always a possibility, albeit it was one they'd probably brave one day. For tonight though, she supposed she wanted to be safe and traditional.
That suited Touma just fine. Smiling, he sat up, lifting her in his arms. Giggling at the benign display of strength she kissed him while he carried her to their bedroom. It was a short walk, but to the two of them it might as well have been a stroll through a sunny meadow. When Touma sat her down Itsuwa felt like she was laying upon bed of flowers. Feeling energized, she grabbed his cheeks and brough his face down atop of hers. Their lips connected and electricity ran through both of them. It turned into a thunderstorm as their kiss continued and grew in intensity. Itsuwa's right hand slowly slid up from his cheek to the back of his head. It was then that Touma decided to break away from her lips and dive for her neck.
"Aaaayy~" Moaned the pious girl. Her legs briefly shot up, then fell down, right atop his waist. Itsuwa felt a sensual overload from the physical affection of her boyfriend. His lips, his mouth on her neck, his hands massaging her sides, and finally his hips thrusting against hers. "T-T-Touma, g-good lord, T-T-Touma…" she whispered again and again.
Her whispers prompted him to rise and look down at her. Touma's breath caught in his throat as he was yet again blinded by the beauty of his girlfriend. Her sex appeal was at its max. Yet again, he was utterly captivated by it. His breathing grew heavier, his heartbeat growing faster by the second. Before he knew it, he was leaning back down, his lips drawing closer to hers. Amazingly, the next kiss was slow and serene, a stark contrast to the near feral desire sparking within him. Touma quietly wondered if the dragons in his arm might have been acting up. A tiny voice in his head was nagging at him, Go all out, take her, mark her, make her yours.
He was doing that-he was making her his. Or rather, he was reaffirming that she was his. Touma felt like he did that so often with the shy but devoted and honest girl who'd won his heart. She put up with so much havoc that his life stirred up. No matter what, she was always there, always loving him without end. From the depths of his heart, he wanted to return that sentiment, that affection. Touma believed that Itsuwa deserved such affection in spades. That's what spurred his sudden intensity in the kiss.
Itsuwa's flew open feeling her boyfriend's hands groping her butt while thrusting his hips against hers. His…protrusion was definitely there, screaming for release from the confines of his pants. Likewise, she felt her inner lips crying out for attention. The truth was there had been times where Itsuwa had touched herself, vividly imagining it was her lover's touch. At times it was just his fingers…then it became more. She longed to feel Touma's member inside of her, taking her virginity and pounding away at her until she couldn't move a muscle. As she fell under his rabid sensual assault, she happily concluded that tonight was indeed going to be the night that those dreams came true. Her brown eyes cackled with desire when Touma broke from her so they could breathe, locking eyes with one another.
Touma may have been the dragon preying upon the innocent maiden, but the maiden had a dark side of her own. A side that the heedless hero had just awakened.
"W-W-Woah! I-I-Itsuwa!" Yelled the spiky-haired teenager who now found himself lying on his backside. His girlfriend was straddling him, her breathing as heavy as his had been. It was an odd reflection that had him wondering what sort of storm the two of them were creating. He wasn't scared though, and neither was Itsuwa. "I…I…" His eyes briefly drifted down south, where he saw his erection standing at full mast. Embarrassment burned his cheeks; the burn was strengthened as his girlfriend let out a feminine laugh. "A-A-Ah~!" Then she began stroking his member through his pants. "I-I-Itsuwa, y-you're…pr-pretty bold tonight."
"I am, aren't?" Her laughter preceded what was a very intentional rub of her hips against his. Touma felt his member twitching in his pants. It was like an angry dog barking and biting at the cage it was trapped in; it wanted out, and it was going to get out. The call for freedom was strengthened by the purple-haired girl leaning down. She stopped short of kissing Touma, the act further arousing him. "Do you like it, Touma?"
He clenched at her buttocks. "Hell yeah, I do. Itsuwa." While he adorned her shyness, he couldn't deny when she tried to be sexy…he was turned out. Even when she failed due to numerous circumstances, he still found something attractive in her efforts. The short distance between their lips was growing to be too much for him. "Itsuwa," Touma whispered.
She didn't let him say anymore, there wasn't a need to. The distance was closed with her tender lips melding against his. Touma was a little surprised to feel her tongue ramming against his. Within seconds he surrendered control of the kiss to her. Itsuwa may not have believed it, but she was a good kisser, an incredibly good kisser at that. Thinking about it got his dick harder than it had been. Really, he was a little surprised at how hard he could get when it came to his girlfriend. She always challenged him, especially without knowing it. He growled into the kiss. The inner dragon within him let loose a fierce roar, one that reverberated throughout his entire body, well into his soul. His hold on her ass tightened causing Itsuwa to break the kiss so she could cry out. Her sultry voice ignited something within the seventeen-year-old.
They rolled over, finding themselves on the very edge of the bed. Just as Touma's hands went to the bottom of her shirt, he realized that. The rush of euphoria came to a screeching halt as he realized if he moved, there was a likely chance one of them or both would fall off the edge. Touma sheepishly laughed as Itsuwa realized that too.
"Guess you saved me again." He murmured.
Itsuwa briefly looked away, her cheeks stained her trademark shy blush. Looking back at him, she gently took his right hand and stroked it. His power was a great unknown to the world of science and magic, but it'd brought about salvation to countless people, saving them from death and the world from destruction. Even if it brought him misfortune, Itsuwa still believed that it did more good than harm. Touma himself had begun to believe it, sometimes saying that she made him believe. Those words had sent a flutter of emotion through her, ending with her hiding her face away until Touma wanted to see it again. She remembered the beaming smile he wore right before he kissed her. Such memories created a resonance within her. Her arms reached up, encircling Touma's neck and bringing him back down for another kiss. It was wild yet passionate, an explosion of genuine love and searing-hot lust.
She pressed her body against his, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrusted his hips forward. Between the breaks for air, they felt growing frustration with their clothes. It was time for them to go.
Touma suddenly pulled away and nearly tore his shirt off. He knew that Itsuwa was probably expecting to do it herself, but his self-control had reached a breaking point. Her light brown eyes widened while her cheeks blushed fiery red. It wasn't like she hadn't seen him shirtless before, but in this kind of situation…it was undoubtedly a first. He looked into her eyes and saw more of the erotic yearning that had been building up all night. The Level-0 fed it by diving down at her, capturing her lips in another kiss. Her hands now freely clawed at his naked backside, feeling old scars and light muscle. Itsuwa couldn't help but moan in sexual delight. She was definitely getting what she'd wanted, as was Touma.
But they both still wanted more.
A minute later and the spear-wielding girl found herself shirtless. Her black braw exposed before the hungry gaze of her boyfriend. Touma indulged himself in filling her mounds up while clothed, then he moved his hands to her backside.
Just as she felt him about to unclip her bra, Itsuwa spoke up. "You've thought about them…ever since we went to France, haven't you?"
Touma stopped, his eyes widening as he dove back for the memory. It was hard for them not to think about France given their relationship, the adventure had undoubtedly been magnifier for their relationship. Touma had became used to finding himself in some…obscene situations with women, but Itsuwa's emergency wardrobe change had stuck in his mind. Looking back, he wondered if that fact had been one of the ways he'd recognized that she was the one for him.
Sucking in a breath, he leered at her with hungry eyes. They belayed the self-control he'd suddenly regained. "Yes, I have, Itsuwa. So many times…more times than I can count." There was a sliver of shame in his voice as he said that. That same was purged as he felt her soft touch on his cheek. Touma smiled at her, taking hold of her hand and kissing it. "You're a beautiful girl, Itsuwa. You're my girl, I wouldn't have anyone else in the world." Was the line corny as hell? Yep, one-hundred-percent, but Touma meant it from the bottom of his heart. Of all the people he'd met, he really wouldn't have had anyone other than Itsuwa. She was the woman he felt comfortable sharing his bed with, sharing his life with, sharing his…everything with.
The feeling was absolutely mutual as Itsuwa returned his kiss with equal or greater fervor. Her nails further dug into his backside, perhaps even breaking skin. She didn't feel the removal of her bra until Touma pull away, holding it in his hands. All she did was smile at him, her giving him the go ahead to do what she knew he always wanted to do.
Pushed onto her backside, she moaned in naked delight as her bare breasts were groped and squeezed by her beloved. Her long sought desire had been fulfilled, opening the door to countless more. Touma walked along the path to fulfilling them while taking his time filling up her chest. Her sultry moans were encouragement to him. As he'd said, she was his girl whom he wouldn't trade for anyone else.
"Oooohh~ T-Touma…oh, yes, Touma~" His lips were so soft and wet against her nipple. Itsuwa was in such a euphoric haze she couldn't even tell which nipple it was he was kissing. Her eyes remained on the darkened ceiling, fluttering open and shut, alternating between blurry images and total, sensual darkness. "Aaaaah~!" She cried feeling the gentle bite of his teeth on her nipple. Her nails dug into his skin, and in turn Touma bit down even harder on her nipples. "Toumaaaa~"
Pulling away, he gave her a minute to catch her breath, and admire his handiwork. Touma felt a deeply masculine sense of pride in gazing down at the bite marks he'd left on her right tit. He didn't dwell on how moral that feeling was, honestly because he didn't care too much. Itsuwa was smiling in joy at him. Her eyes were pleading him for more; he had every intention of giving her what she wanted. His hands reached forward and took hold of her nipples, gently twisting them and making the Amakusa Church girl moan in delight. She moved her hands away rom his backside to the bed, clawing at the sheets as molten euphoria rained down on her. Touma silenced her with a kiss, one that he was indisputably in control of. Itsuwa's hands moved from her sides to Touma's head, moving her fingers through his black spikes.
She held him as he pulled away, leaving only a few inches separating them. His hands continued to play with her breasts, innocently twisting her nipples and making her shudder beneath him. Just as she was a shivering mass in the middle of the bed, she was certain there was a colossal wetness growing in-between her legs. Second by second, she'd felt its increase. Itsuwa could only imagine what her undies looked like; she wouldn't have to wait for long as she knew that Touma would relieve her of them. Her heart raced with excitement at the thought of him seeing her naked from head to toe. She'd dreamed about it, about him giving into his innermost desires and having his way with her. On the flipside…she often dreamed of doing the same to him, especially after one of his…female encounters.
Itsuwa wasn't a greedy person, she tried not to be, but in this moment she felt smug and happy. She knew she was getting something that dozens of other women, including her own superior and role model, would have loved to receive. A satisfied smile blossomed along her face while Touma kissed her cheek and continued to grope her breasts. She wrapped both her legs around him, squeezing his body against hers. Touma whispered her name, and she backed off, but only a little. Staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes she once more found herself lost. While she remained frozen in awe Touma moved his right hand down from her chest to her backside. Then he dipped them beneath her pants and undies.
"T-T-Touma~" The pious spearwoman whispered. "Y-Your hand i-is s-so soft." She felt it, his fingers gliding down her buttocks to her ass crack. A million lewd thoughts swam through her mind, a million lewd things she wanted him to do. How she kept from screaming out was a mystery that she didn't feel up to solving, especially with him kissing her. Her hands moved to wrap around his neck, but his left-hand intercept her right. He moved it so that it laid above her head. Itsuwa moaned in disappointment feeling the withdrawal of his hand from her buttocks. That disappointment faded as she felt his right-hand drumming alongside her front waist. Wide-eyed, she looked straight at it and said only two words. "Do it."
He knew what she wanted, and she knew what he wanted as well.
Touma decided to use both hands to undo her pants. While he did so, Itsuwa innocently combed his spiky hair. He always loved feeling her hands ruffling through his hair; her touch made him actually proud to have such noticeably spikes. Just before he pulled them down, he stared up at his girlfriend, not for confirmation but because he wanted to see her face. So close together, he could see her face in the darkness of the room. The moonlight shining through the curtains helped too. Touma found himself staring at his girlfriend's ethereal face in slack-jawed awe.
She giggled, then softly nudged him with her left leg. Picking his jaw up, he got back to the task at hand, all while still sporting a hot pink blush.
The Amakusa girl's pants were removed revealing her jet-black panties, the center being darker than the rest. Touma's nose wrinkled, and his cock strained in his pants. He could smell her, he could hear her, and he wanted to devour her whole.
"Touma," came her feathery soft yet so arousing voice.
He moved on impulse. His hands brought him up to her face where he seized her lips in a sudden but powerful kiss. Her naked chest and his pressed together, her hardened nipples being squeezed against his lean yet muscular and somewhat scar-laden chest. The erotic friction excited both individuals. In-between hot breaths Touma moved his hands to her chest, once more having his way with her breasts. He didn't care what others said, as far as he was concerned Itsuwa's chest was perfectly sized. She was perfect in every way, and she was his.
That primal side of Touma rose again, taking hold of his body and guiding his actions. His fingers dragged across her naked backside while her nude front was continuously pressed against him. She felt warm, like a gentle flame that he wanted to hold in his hands for the rest of his life. Locking eyes with her, he saw that wish had a very real chance of coming true. His lips were on hers again, savoring the sweet taste of them. Touma half-consciously moved his right hand from her breast down to her waist. Dipping beneath her black undies, he felt the growing moisture of her pussy. He pulled away with a huff, experimentally jabbing one finger into her folds.
"Aaaah~" Came her sudden and erotic cry. "M-More, T-Touma." Itsuwa whispered.
"Your wish is my command, Itsuwa." With a grin he added a second finger, feeling Itsuwa's fleshy walls tightening on his two digits. He'd always quietly thought of what it'd feel like to finger a woman. Well, he had no need to wonder anymore, he knew what it felt like, and it felt good. Oh, so very good. "You feel so hot and wet, Itsuwa." The wielder of the Imagine Breaker whispered to his blushing love. She looped her arms around his neck and brought him low for a kiss. The purple-haired girl's moans were funneled in his mouth, she was practically rocking herself against his cock. He had to admit, he was deeply enjoying all of this, every second was pure bliss for him just as much as it was for his girlfriend.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, he owed just a little bit of thanks to his two perverted friends. Aogami and Tsuchimikado would be ecstatic over what he was doing. Word of mouth is all they would know; it was all anyone would know.
Itsuwa Kawaguchi was his girl and his alone. The surprisingly powerful and personal desire burned like a fire within him. It continued to burn as he tore himself away from her lips to kiss her neck. He trailed soft kisses down her body, each one making her wiggle and wreath in ecstasy. Touma did stop to savor her left side tit, suckling it as he'd done before. Itsuwa's throaty moans reverberated throughout the room.
After a gentle kiss on her naval, he removed his fingers and took the whole of her pussy with his mouth.
"Ooooohh~! T-T-Touma~!"
"Mmmmm~!" He'd tasted delicious food, some of it from different parts of the world. Such a thing would have made him a lucky man, but Touma considered tasting Itsuwa's juices to be the true testament to his good fortune. Fortune he always thought was beyond him. It feels like…this is what it was all for. Every struggle, every time I nearly, finally died…all to this. This is a reason to keep on going. He couldn't believe he was having such…mushy thoughts, but he supposed that's what being in love was like. It was a feeling that left him feeling amazing.
His tongue flicked against Itsuwa's wet outer folds, then it darted into her womanly cavern. Touma felt the tightening of her vaginal lips. It was like being splashed on with delicious fruit juices from both sides. Within seconds he recognized that his girlfriend was close to cumming; they hadn't been at it long, but he was definitely driving his shy lover to her limit. As he tickled and sucked her inner walls, he felt his member again screaming and straining from the confines of his pants. His mind jumped with the image, the soon-to-be image, of his cock filling up her pussy and pounding it into oblivion.
"Oooohh~! More, Touma! More!" Came his pious lover's lustful cry. She wrapped both her legs around his head, making it clear that she wanted more yet she was approaching the edge.
He'd have given her a loving or corny response, but his mouth was currently muffled with her pussy. Touma supposed he could always let his actions speak for him, just like he always did. His right index and middle fingers jabbed straight into her pussy. Itsuwa cried out even louder, her back arching off the bed as she was under full-blown assault from him. Touma pushed as deep as he could, loving every second of being inside of his girlfriend. Her walls grew tighter and tighter; he just kept on pushing deeper.
God Almighty! This…feels…great! Incredible! Touma! Touma! Oooooohhh~! Lifting her head up, she saw a sight she'd always dreamed of, Touma in-between her legs. She'd shameless admit that it felt so right seeing his darken spikes in-between her legs, lewd licking sounds erupting from them. Slamming her head back down, Itsuwa felt herself on the verge of orgasming. She knew it was coming, and she didn't feel like fighting it back any longer. I love this…and I love you, Touma. She innocently thought before arching her back off the bed.
"AAAAHHHH~!"
"MMMMMMHH~!"
The maiden's love nectar spilled forth, splashing into Touma's waiting mouth. Not all of it hit his face, but enough of it made its way down his throat. His taste buds sung like a heavenly choir, the water of life rushing into him. Touma felt nothing but delicious satisfaction and pure bliss. Itsuwa's juices streamed down his throat keeping him suspended in that heavenly place. He kept her suspended there as well with his mouth and fingers, the latter of which were utterly soaked. Both stayed where they were as the spearwoman' love nectar continuously gushed out of her pussy. Touma kept his mouth open to drink it all down, he didn't want a single drop going to waste.
He'd honestly lost track of how long it took for her juices to run dry. By the end he felt like he'd drunken an ocean's worthy. Rising up and looking at Itsuwa, he felt like that still wasn't enough; he wanted more.
Her blush was there, and it made her look more beautiful than ever. She was panting like she'd just fought the hardest battle of her life, yet her smile was one of utter joy. The gates of heaven had been thrown up for her and she'd felt the warm gale welcoming her with open arms. Her naked chest rose and fell in rapid succession, the nipples hard and still dripping with his saliva. Beads of sweat made her entire body glisten in the moonlight. Her eyes, normally light brown shined like caramel. They went so well with her smile.
Once more Touma found himself crawling upward so that he was eye level with her. Her hands shot to his cheeks, gently caressing them while pulling him in for a kiss. A new jolt of ecstasy pulsated between them in the intimate contact. The spear wielder held her boyfriend's head in her hands, eagerly pushing her tongue against his. This kiss wasn't one either of them really had any control over, it was just a mutual show of affection, sweet and loving. Touma's hands freely roamed Itsuwa's body like he couldn't get enough of her. After eating her out, maybe he couldn't; he wanted to continue to have his way with her, with all of her. She subtly encouraged him with gentle strokes to his sides with her bare legs. Each one made Touma feel his cock twitch and groan, especially as it rubbed against her wet core. Both of them felt that rubbing, and they both felt the white-hot, erotic hunger created from it. Every second that passed it grew stronger, calling out to them, howling to them.
Evidence of it lay in Touma's eyes when he pulled away. Looming over his flushed girlfriend, he looked like a beast-a dragon-in heat. Itsuwa smiled at him with confidence and yearning; it was the exact opposite of how she thought she'd normally be in a situation like this. So many times she'd dreamed of this moment, yet she always pictured herself a flustered and shy wreck trying to hold it together. She was so happy to be wrong.
Just as Touma was happy to be wrong in believing his arm could only ever bring him misfortune. He raised his right hand, gently stroking his lover's cheek. He could practically feel the heat rolling off of her skin. Still staring at her he slowly descended, capturing her lips in another sweet kiss. His tongue slid against hers, their lewd suckling filling the bedroom. Touma never thought such a sound could be so…arousing. His member was howling at him for attention, for use. It was getting harder to ignore it as he felt Itsuwa's folds growing wetter by the second.
Near simultaneous to him, Itsuwa realized something had to be done, so she did something.
The seventeen-year-old boy gasped as he found himself staring up at his girlfriend. "It's time, Touma, that I really helped you unwind, not to mention…reward you for everything you've done for me."
His eyes widened. "I-I-I-Itsuwa, y-y-you-" The words died in his mouth as she placed a finger before his lips. As she moved it away, she pecked him on the lips. "Oh, Itsuwa," Innocence and lust, Touma was never not amazed at how she could seamlessly blend the two together. A part of him was a little proud that such a girl was his.
Giggling, she peppered his face with a few more kisses before beginning her gradual decent down his body. Itsuwa was glad that Touma wasn't one of those overly muscular guys, yet he was by no means thin or skinny. He didn't have a dedicated workout routine, but his numerous adventures served as physical exorcise to the ninth degree. They'd given him a lean but fit body, a body that had taken numerous blows like a punching bag. Of course, Touma had often hit back, especially with his right arm capable of canceling out any supernatural phenomenon. Itsuwa briefly turned her gaze toward that arm. She found it not shattering illusions but gripping the bed sheets, its owner groaning in erotic bliss.
The Amakusa girl moved her own right hand down, gently gripping his hardened cock. It felt like a lump of polished stone teeming with life. The second she encircled it with her hand Touma yelped and a something wet landed on her hand. Pulling away from his chest she looked down on the small splotches of cum that had shot from his tip.
"S-S-Sorry, about that, Itsuwa. I-I-I…I guess I was a little too excited." Came his sheepish apology.
She couldn't help but laugh. "It's fine, Touma. In fact, as a woman I…feel kind of happy about it." Knowing he was watching her, she gingerly licked the cum off her hand. Out of the corner of her eye she saw how his cock twitched. A small stream of cum ran down his tip; it was clear he was fighting to keep more from shooting out. In no time at all she was finished with her hand, and Itsuwa had an idea. "Enjoy this, Touma, my…beloved."
He really didn't have any room to call her out on being corny, not that he would. Hearing her call him that…it excited Touma, it elated him, it made him feel like for all his misfortune, he was the luckiest man alive. Only Itsuwa could ever make him feel that way, and he knew why.
She crawled down until she was eye-level with his penis, then she dragged her tongue along his masculine tower. Touma practically bit his cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy. That became the standard for the next thirty seconds, the next minute as Itsuwa ran her tongue along his cock. It was completely unlike anything he'd ever felt. In the recesses of his mind…he conceded to his two perverted friends-there was indeed nothing like a real woman servicing his cock.
And the service continued with the purple-haired girl taking his whole tip into her mouth.
"Itsuwaaaa!" Touma spontaneously shouted. His control faltered and he felt his dick erupting in semen. This time, it had somewhere to go. Itsuwa's throaty moans as she swallowed it spurned his sudden orgasm. Once he started, he found it hard to stop-no-he couldn't stop. There was no way he could as his girlfriend loving ran her tongue along his tip, her fingers silently moving to his balls and massaging them. Touma's eyes flew wide, then shut as he threw his head back and groaned. "Aaaaaaahhhh~!"
As her throat was filled with her lover's cum, Itsuwa found her inner self performing a victory dance. Not only had she gotten Touma to cum so fast, his cum tasted delicious! She couldn't get enough! He couldn't stop cumming either! At some point she felt him suddenly thrusting his hips forward, an impulsive response to the orgasm he was helpless to stop. She welcomed him to fill up her mouth. Like the rest of her body, it belonged to him.
Eventually, Touma's groan died down in the dead of the night. He panted atop the pillows feeling both relaxed and invigorated. His eyes stared at the ceiling through the lustful haze that followed his orgasm. Colored sparkles blinked in and out of his vision like they so often did when he was knocked on his ass. In a sense, he had. Summoning the strength, he lifted his head and looked down. The mop of purple hair between his legs brought an excited smile to his face. More strength followed leading him to move his body. His hips which had temporarily stalled restarted.
"Mmm!" Came the muffled cry of his girlfriend. With a pop! Itsuwa removed herself from his tip and stared at him. Cum dripped down her lips as she shot him an alluring smile. Touma merely smiled back. "You taste amazing, Touma."
His cheeks heated at that lewd praise. "Thanks, Itsuwa. Your…um," Try as he might, he couldn't shut out Aogami's perverted prattling, his version of encouragement. Shouldn't a guy have praised his girlfriend for giving him such a good blowjob? Except somehow, despite what they'd done so far, a small piece of gentlemanly behavior remained in him. What was it going to take to snuff it out?
Seemingly sensing his thoughts, she leaned down so she was eye-level with his cock again. "I'm glad that I was able to make you feel good, Touma. As you girlfriend, that's the thing I strive for more than anything."
"Itsuwa," he breathed out in a heat-laden voice. Touma gripped at the bedsheets like something was building up within him; indeed, something was, something powerful yet incomplete. He looked down at the missing half. "You always make me feel good. I just worry about being able to do the same for you." He was half-conscious of his hands moving, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her up. "Like I said, you do so much for me. You wait on me every day and always welcome me back…I…I don't know if any other girl would be that patient with me." He knew he was repeating himself, but the words were spilling out of him, practically from the depths of his heart. "Itsuwa, I love you. I…I just honestly, from the bottom of my heart love you."
She threw herself into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him as new tears slipped from her eyes. "I…I know, Touma. I know that, and I love you too." His arms wrapped around her the instant that they came together. Sure, their lower halves were pressed together, but the burning lust that had been scorching their souls had taken a backseat to a different kind of flame, one of a more…heartfelt nature. That flame illuminated their faces as she pulled away to look him in the eye. His thumbs gently pushed away the tears that slipped from her eyes. "Touma, I'm ready." She whispered.
He knew exactly what she was talking about. He also shared her sentiment.
The Level-0's hands moved to the warrior girl's hips. Her wet and wanting silt was positioned directly above his erect member. The two halves hungered for one another, waiting to be united and made whole.
Touma and Itsuwa briefly stared at each other, quietly taking stock of how they'd arrived at this point. It was a journey they'd happily repeat, again and again. This moment would be a milestone for it, always. All that ended was their virginities.
Knowing how painful it would be, Touma brought Itsuwa down fast as a bolt of lightning. His upper body rose up and his arms wrapped around her, holding her against him. She squirmed and groaned in pain as her hymen was annihilated in one foul swoop. Itsuwa preferred it this way, the pain of losing her virginity was intense, but it would be brief and one-time only. Melting into Touma's embrace, she felt the agony dissipating with each passing second.
Being a pious girl, Itsuwa knew full well what this meant, as did Touma. When she looked into his eyes she saw joy, but she also saw something else, commitment. As she wrapped her arms around his neck he looped his around her waist and held her.
"Always," he whispered.
Her heart became a raging storm, her mouth was a fierce wave beating against the shore that was his mouth. Touma kissed her back with equal intensity, rocking his hips forward and sending forth the first wave of bliss. More immediately followed as the spiky-haired teenager began moving his hips in earnest. Itsuwa moaned into his mouth, feeling the erotic shock waves tearing through her body.
"T-T-Touma…Touma~! You feel…so big…inside of me! It feels…wonderful~!" Shouted the Amakusa girl. Within seconds all the stories she'd heard about sex, all the rumors and praises were validated. "Faster, please, go faster~!"
"Gladly!" He shouted. First, he kissed her, still rocking his hips against hers at the same pace. It wasn't quite what Itsuwa wanted, but she was more than happy to experience more bliss. Suddenly, he tore his lips away and laid down. Now in a better position he picked up the speed of his thrusts. His girlfriend threw her head back and cried out, now under full assault from his masculine member. "Shit…Itsuwa…you're…you're…" Words couldn't describe the sight of her above him, her naked breasts bouncing free in the air. Her lustful cries echoed in his ears. Touma could feel his hips moving faster and faster, spurred on by the sight and sound of the pious girl completely losing it.
"Yes~! Yessssss~!" Her nails clawed at his chest, which served as her anchor. Itsuwa had been taken up in a fierce storm that was battered her from side to side, down to her soul. The fierce gale was welcomed, yet she held fast onto her bastion of stability. "Toumaaaaaa~!"
"MMMMHH~!"
The kiss was spontaneous but no doubt heartfelt. She descended and he ascended, their lips colliding in the middle. Hungry tongues slid and slapped against each other. Heated air was expelled and inhaled when the kiss ended. Another ensued as the magic-user leaned down and kissed her boyfriend. They ended up dragging out the kiss, their bodies rocking in erotic tandem with one another. Without a word being spoke they'd found their rhythm, and they were going to dance to it all the way to the end.
That end was fast-approaching, they could both feel it. Disengaging from one another, they shared a heartfelt smile before making that final push into each other.
"Itsuwa~!"
"Touma~!"
For the third time, she was the recipient of Touma's cum. Just like the previous two, she was happy to have it, especially inside of her womb. Itsuwa was birth control, so she happily accepted his semen without fear of a pregnancy.
Still…a voice in the back of her mind pitched an idea, a day when he would cum inside of her without protection of any sort. His seed taking root within her, fertilizing her to create a new life.
Held tight in her boyfriend's grasp, Itsuwa pushed away that future notion. Maybe it would come to pass one day, she hoped it would but for now…she wanted to enjoy this moment. And enjoy it she did. From head to toe her body shuddered with ecstasy as Touma blew his load into her while her walls exploded over his cock. Her feminine nectar gushed out, splattering his member and mixing with his essence within her. It felt like her whole body was on fire, lit ablaze by the flames of heaven itself. In the midst of that inferno, she felt a familiar and loving peck on her neck. Sighing in joy, she realized she wasn't alone, Touma was right there burning in the fires of bliss alongside her.
Fully collapsing into him, Touma felt the fires gradually die, though their embers continued to warm her and Touma. He wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her. Itsuwa moaned in joy at the affectionate gesture. It was definitely a good way to fall asleep.
"If I say that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced, think it'll sound too corny?" He leisurely asked.
"Hehehe, not at all. That's how I feel too. That was…incredible, Touma." Itsuwa confessed. She still sounded out of breath, but the joy in her voice and on her face was undeniable. Her mouth stretched open in a yawn. Touma could see the drowsiness in her eyes. "Thank you, Touma."
"Thank you for loving me, Itsuwa." He meant it. His right arm was troublesome, but he'd came to accept it as a part of him. Not to mention for as much bad luck as its existence invited into his life…he was willing to say it had inadvertently brought him a lot of good luck as well. Thanks to it, he'd met a lot of amazing people, people who'd changed his life for the better. Including the woman in his arms. The woman whose arms Touma always wished to return to, be it from school, work, or some adventure. The woman who he was sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
The woman who convinced him that he wasn't the unluckiest guy in the world.
"I know, and knowing my luck, I'll probably be out too, off to who knows where. But, at the end of the day, Academy City is the home I always come back to…and I'd…like it if it could be the same for you, Itsuwa."
Academy City was home to her. A city of science, but not such a hostile place to magic-users like her. She was snuggled up to the side of a man who'd made that possible, who bridged the two sides. He didn't belong to either side; Touma Kamijou belonged to her. She'd always wait for his return, no matter how long it took or what they had to go through. Itsuwa knew some would criticize her for such a stereotypical role, but she was willing to accept it for the man beside her.
The man who made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Fin
Finished, it's finally finished. After the lemon I promised in my last story, here it was. Not quite how I pictured it, but I did my best. This took a while longer than I thought it would for a number of reasons, amongst the most pressing being who to include in this story and how to include them. As you all just read, this story is set about two years into the series' future, putting Touma and his more teenager associates at 17/16. In none too many words, that vaguely referencing and including the events of New Testament and Genesis. I at least tried to sneak in some references to the former, namely Othinus' presence, who gave me a lot of trouble.
I spent so much time thinking about her I ended up wondering if it would be even possible to write out the events of New Testament but showing a twist of how things, specifically Touma and Othinus, would be like if the former was in a committed relationship. Would Itsuwa, or any other girl, be alright with what the latter put him through? What would the relationship be like in the aftermath? Eventually, I decided not to stress it too much and make Othinus' appearances and presence not so extensive. She recognizes Touma and Itsuwa's romantic relationship and gives them the space for it to flourish…and I decided to have it nudge it along for her amusement. On the topic of that relationship, I ended up writing other members of the cast poking fun at it but still being encouraging, and Touma and Itsuwa doing a little reflecting on it. Dating a guy like Touma would probably not be easy, but the best relationships are always those that you fight and work for. I ended up enjoying writing that as best I could, eventually leading up to Touma and Itsuwa's first time together.
In case anyone is wondering, I'm not exactly going to stop writing Touma/Itsuwa stories after this one, even though I was writing it with a sort of "trilogy's conclusion" feel. There's still a few story ideas I have involving the two of them, not to mention some official artwork of Itsuwa in some cute outfits I can write a story around. Besides Itsuwa…there are a few other girls I'd like to write paired up with Touma. Next up will probably be Kanzaki, another favorite character of mine from the series.
Alright, this has gone on long enough. I hope you all enjoyed this little story. Like I said, I'll likely write for A Certain Magical Index some time again in the future. Until then, take care, everyone! Let me know what you thought of this one!
