The Morning After

Hitomi had awoken that morning, and she had returned to normal. All her body parts had returned to normal, if looking like an 'adult anime' character was normal. Hitomi really hadn't noticed the changes in her body until now. She was tall, with legs up to her neck, and well toned from running everyday. She had to get her bras altered at least twelve times in the past eight months. Her tailoresses kept complaining about how her chest kept growing.

She went to the washbowl. She washed her face, and looked at it. Her lips must've grown a lot, because she had the mouth of a model. Her eyes were the most beautiful that she had ever seen them before, and her cheeks were in great shape.

Her arms weren't bad either. She had done a little swordfighting, and swinging that heavy blade had built up her arm muscles like she couldn't believe.

She had been doing sit-ups and crunches. She looked at her bare stomach, which was flat as a board, and free of any baby-fat she ever had.

Damn, Hitomi! No wonder Van thinks you're a hottie! If only your family could see you now!

Hitomi stopped dead in her tracks.

"My family…"

"Hitomi?"

"I'm in here, Van."

"Are you okay?"

The king put his arms around her waist. Hitomi placed her hands on Van's.

" Was just thinking about my family."
"I'm sorry, Hitomi. I wish they could be here, too."

"But you don't miss your—" Hitomi stopped in mid-sentence. "I'm sorry, Van, I didn't mean to take a potshot at your parents like that."

"It's okay, Hitomi. You're just stressed out. All this emotional and psychic stuff must have turned your world upside down."

"Thank you, Van."

"What for?"

"For supporting me in my time of trial."

"I understand how these psychic powers must mess you up. I'm just here because I love you. And that includes taking the good, and the bad."

"Well, I'm better, now. I was looking at my human body this morning, and I saw the hottie you're planning to marry!"

"Well, nothing but the best for the King of Fanelia!"

"I guess my gorgeous body compliments your handsome little royal butt."

Van laughed.

"They say marriage is bliss," Van said. "And I haven't even married you yet. So what's our marriage going to be like?"

"I don't know. But I'm telling you, we'll face our future together."

*   *   *

"Allen, you naughty man," Alena whispered.

"It was a good time for you, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad I could make you happy," Allen said

"Now I have to go do some more thinking."

"Nothing like a night of gratuitous oral sex to get the old synapses pulsing, eh, Alena?"

"Just get this mess cleaned up. We wouldn't want to give the servants anything to gossip about. And Allen?"

"Yes milady?"

"You're still a dirty, perverted man," she said with a luscious smile.

"Is that a good thing?"

Alena winked at him and went into the bathroom.

"Missus Alena, would you like me to draw a bath for you?" the maidservant said.

"I would like it very much. And leave me alone afterwards."

"What kind of soap would you like to use? The palace just received a shipment of imported soap from Freid—"

"What kinds?"

"Well, there are the 'citrus'-scented soaps, the 'winter-fresh' soaps, the new 'spring-bouquet'-scented soaps, and the 'vanilla'-scented soaps—"

"I'll take a bar of the vanilla soap," Alena said. She knew what turned Allen on, and if she came to him smelling like vanilla, maybe he would make her into a dessert like he did last night. Alena giggled to herself, and felt a quiver of pleasure as she remembered Allen's performance.

I have got to STOP!

She tried hard to repress her laughter and the lecherous thoughts as the maidservant handed her the bar of soap, wrapped in brown paper.

She unwrapped it, and inhaled the delicious fragrance of the vanilla soap.

Some things in life are just too good.

"Thank you. You can leave now."

Alena tried to ignore the wetness between her legs as she eased herself into the invitingly steamy, hot bath.

Alena tried not to look in the mirror in front of her, because it reflected what was in the mirror behind her, which showed some of the ugly physical psychic scars on her back.

She looked at the scars on he stomach, legs, arms and chest. She wondered how Allen could not have noticed them. That horrid scar on her left breast must've grabbed his attention while he was groping her like a damn melon.

Allen must be more of a blonde than I thought. Is he really that dumb?

Dumb? No. Clueless? Yes.

Alena stopped wondering about her fiancé's intelligence and started thinking about what Folken had said.

She began washing herself as she thought about it.

Think about those around you. The qualities they possess. And how they parallel your own.

Well, I'm psychic, and so is Hitomi, so that means...absolutely nothing..

I'm part Draconian, and so is Van and Folken Fanel, so that means…we are of the same race.

I'm part leopard-person, and so are Eriya and Naria, so that means…same thing.

I'm the best swordswoman on the planet, and Allen is the best swordsman on the planet, so that means… you're equally as good as Allen.

I'm very fortunate, so that means…nothing.

I have the heart of a warrior, and that means…I've got more balls than a man with two cocks.

All this means…

A BRAIN FART.

I'll never figure it out! I've got all the qualities that the others have, except for this Merle I've heard so much about, whom I've only seen in a casket.

Wait. Allen is the best there is, and so am I in my own right, so I get my brilliance from him! He must have given it to me when we first met!

No, before I met him I kicked some serious ass.

Then how did I get it from him? I mean wouldn't it require his blood?

OH, SHIT!

My being came from all of their blood samples! Allen is my father!

Alena's stomach quivered with nausea at that thought.

Are they all my parents? Van? Hitomi? Eriya? Naria? Folken? Even Allen? All of them?

Another wave of nausea came and she couldn't stand it. She grabbed the trash barrel near the bathtub and vomited in it.

After wiping her mouth with her hand, she washed it off in the bath water and got out. She brushed her fangs because she knew that they would rot out of her head if her stomach acid started eating away at her teeth.

"My fangs," she said to herself.

She remembered her current predicament.

"NOT my fangs. Eriya and Naria's."

Alena sat down on the laundry hamper and cried.