After "brain deliberations" (I didn't know what to call them...), I decided, thanks to Chiaki-kun, to continue the crazy affair...ne, expect some DOAX lime fluff...ne, I wonder whom I should use...(hint: I don't know Hitomi's last name?) *Evil snicker* Welp, time to get EWAF goin'! (Note: there's some "foul language," but it's understandable...at least I hope it will be...)
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Eyes Without A Face
Chapter 2:
Oh God, It Feels Like Heaven!
Morning came in Yuuya's apartment. It had a light stench, appeasable, but titillating. It looked clean, save Yuuya's bedroom, which was completely littered with porn magazines, hardcore tapes, and layers of unused and used condoms. He woke rather slowly, every muscle beginning to respond from a enveloping dream, in which he laid himself on top of a new girlfriend, going through the climaxing motions, thrust upon thrust, harder and harder, and faster and faster, until it was met with drained relief.
"Uhhhh...that was quite a night..." he groaned to himself. "I seem to get used to these wet dreams every night, lucky bastard." He coughed a little chuckle, when suddenly; a
pair of blank eyes and satin-smooth complexion appears in front of him.
"Mami," it said.
"Gyaa~~~~~h!" he yelled, back tracking a few inches, his hormones about to get yet again. It was only Mami. Yuuya let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just you, Mami."
"...Mami?"
"Dayum, all you can say is 'mami,' hmmm?"
"Mami."
"Lying in a pile of garbage, still beautiful...and that scent...now it's all over the house! But I like it..." He patted her head, blushing. "I'm gonna make sure you become a personal asset to me, in sophisticated terms..."
"Mami..." it gleefully said, hugging Yuuya.
'Oh man, she makes me want to make out like a lemon,' Yuuya thought. 'She'd pass for a hot-looking girl. Ohhh...I think I'm getting the hang of this game...' Eventually, he courageously said, "Hey."
"Mami?"
"I don't know a name for you, but...can I call you 'Mami?'" Another squeeze. 'Oh man, I've never felt breasts this soft...they make my pillow look like stones,' he thought, and then, 'Geh! Why am I thinking shit like that? On a persocon, no less! Rei was right...' Hopeless tears came down his eyes.
"Mami..." she moaned in a low tone. Suddenly, Yuuya pushed her back. "M...Mami?" it said, confused.
"Mami, I'm going to see what you can do."
"Mami," she replied, nodding.
"RIGHT!" He looked for that abandoned persocon book he ordered five months ago, but Mami curiously went into the pile of porn magazines, and started to imitate the poses. "Now this is...Gyaa~~~~~~!" His old t-shirt was big, but maybe a bit too big, for Mami. He immediately took the magazine away from her.
"Mami?" she questioned, blinking.
Still with a fit of courage, Yuuya said icily, "Sit." Mami complied. He then flipped through the table of contents, and said, "Ah! Here it is, page 13. 'To check your persocon's performance, in the persocon's ear is....' Hmmm." Opening Mami's ear, a three-pronged cord popped out. "'Connect to your TV monitor...' Okay..." Doing so, he plugged it in, pondering the rather imaginative potentials she could do for her.
However, the screen read, "NO DATA." Yuuya bawled his eyes out like a Howlin' Wolf. "No~~~~~~! It can't be!"
Mami only imitated his pose, saying, "Ma...mi?"
********
Jun gleefully said the next morning, "Hey hey hey! Who's been making a face like he forgot to cum this morning~~~~?" Rei just shook his head at that remark.
Yuuya, face flat on the desk, muttered, "Cut the sleazebag talk for once, will ya, Jun-kun?"
"Ne, you mad about something," he asked, his genki, glomapable yaoi tone pervading. "What's wrong."
"Nothing," Yuuya said, poorly imitating Jun's tone. "Let's just say I bet on heaven, and I burned with Titus Andronicus Ludicris." Jun blinked.
"Geh, having to mix a rather crappy Shakespearean play with a even crappier 'rapper,'" said Rei, even more bored as ever. "I might as well live like an anorexic model with people like you."
"Waaaah~~~!" Yuuya cried hysterically, hugging Rei too tightly. "Don't say stuff like that~~~!"
"I was only kidding."
"Really?" Yuuya's eyes turned into stars. "How embarrassing!" he replied in a girlish tone, giggling. Jun face faulted.
"Oh brother," said Hideki, bitterly spewing a slight chuckle.
The door swung open, and instead of ol' Mochizuki, a tall (5'2") girl walked in with the class materials. She had a slender, girl-next-door figure, with long, auburn hair, radiant orange eyes, and a body so perfectly toned that would make even grown, married men turn around and look at her. The girls blinked in surprise. The guys and Yuuya drooled incessantly, save Rei, who only smiled, nodded and said "Ohayo gozaima~~~~su."
She put her materials on the table, and tossed her hair a bit. By then, some of the guys were close to feeling hormonic pain below the belt, their pulses going over the top. The new teacher then said, "Hello. My name is Kasumi-sensei, and I will be your teacher for the rest of the semester. Apparently, Mochizuki-sensei had a heart attack yesterday, and passed away soon after. Our prayers to him."
Jun whispered, "Yay," before Rei knocked some sense into him.
"Yuuya~~~," Hitomi said to him, "Mochizuki-sensei told me a lot about you...did you do your homework?"
"Um, Kasumi-sensei," said one feeble student, "You can't call prep school work...homework, ne?"
She only smiled and said, "Well, all I wanted to be was a preschool teacher..." The reaction stunned the congregation.
Yuuya dreamily complied, "What a woman, ne. Shinobi Kasumi-sensei."
"Really?" asked Hideki sarcastically.
"Really," sighed Jun, hearts in his eyes. An aside. "You'd better explain that Titus Ludicris thingomabob...I didn't think you would be more cultured than perverted."
"All right," said Kasumi, "We're gonna leave you four behind..."
"Meeting, my place, after class," directed Yuuya to his three cohorts.
"Right!" they said.
********
Today, there were no interviews, thank goodness. Yuuya was expecting one, but he speculated that the craze died quietly like a samurai conducting seppuku.
"You found a persocon?" asked Jun, as they walked towards the apartment. "Yo, what could be wrong 'bout that?"
"Misfortune," clarified Yuuya to him.
"It's be great to have those, but it's not like I care," said Hideki, gleefully gobbling two tall waffle cones.
"Shut up and finish your ice cream, asshole," said Rei with a straight face.
Jun laughed. "Ah, the wench-ness of some people..."
"You, Segiwara Jun-kun, shouldn't be taking about wench-ness," Yuuya said as they climbed up the stairs to his room, "YOU'RE the wench in our clique, bro."
"I'm not your bro, I'm your wench."
"OUR wench," the other three said, tousling Jun's green hair. He only laughed, as Yuuya opened the door. Out popped Mami, wearing another oversized shirt, half-falling off her, looking up inquisitively.
"Oh?" said Rei.
"Oh," said Hideki.
At that point, Jun did a impromptu Irish jig, much to Yuuya's disgust, and said, "Co~~~~~ngratulatio~~~~~ns Asou-san, on losing your virginity~~~~!!!"
Yuuya then turned 50 shades of red and yelled, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, JUN, IT AIN'T LIKE THA~~~~~T! She's a persoco~~~~n!" he roared, opening one of Mami's ears.
At that point, Jun went back to normal. "Okay," he said nonchalantly. Yuuya fell to the ground in exasperation. "So this is the persocon you found, eh? Mmm-hmmm." Mami looked straight at Jun. "Sugary-looking as well. Not surprising...what's surprising is that you're not rejoicing at this discovery, Yuuya," he said, putting a finger to his friends chin. A sweatdrop came down his forehead.
"Mami," the persocon said.
"Hmm?"
"That all she says, Jun," said Yuuya. "Only 'Mami.' There's nothing inside, and I wasted my money on that Matrix, so I don't have any more for her software.
"An OS?"
"It said 'NO DATA,' so how the hell should I know?"
"Hold it, hold it. If she has 'NO DATA,' why in Cutey Honey would she be moving around?"
"So, they can't move without...an OS?"
"I'm afraid she's just a mannequin if she doesn't have anything put in that CPU of her's," Jun sheepishly replied, patting Mami's head like a Minx.
"As I thought, Jun's so smart," said Hideki gleefully.
"Shut up, Hideki! I've had Minamori long enough to know the ins and outs of persocons, so it's expected without finding it was expected."
"And how long is that?" asked Rei.
"3 years."
"3 YEARS!?" exclaimed Yuuya. "I've been with you ever since we met in junior high, and you didn't tell me you had Minamori that long! What the hell!?"
"I thought you would freak out at that, which you are doing now," Jun said with a straight expression. "But it's okay. Yuuya...do you mind if I play with your persocon a bit?"
"Wh...whaddaya mean?"
"Hmmm..." He lifts up the front, exposing her breasts, and fingers her nipple a la Doogie Howser M.D. Yuuya is beyond freaked out at this point. "Now, if she's a PCN, there should be a model number here, hmm..." He then spreads her legs.
"Gyaaaa~~~~!" roared Yuuya, trying to restrain Jun from doing anything worse. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"If she's an NAC, it should be down here....hmmm...this is interesting..." Jun continues to examine, while Yuuya is on the verge of being hospitalized and suffering only his 4th nervous breakdown in 2 years. "Goddayum, you can't even handle a persocon, Yuuya?"
"No....I'm fine..." Yuuya whimpered. "I'm FI~~~NE!" he yelled, waving his arms up= and down, up and down.
"He can't even act his age," said Hideki.
"You're telling me," Rei groaned.
"Shut up!" Yuuya said, punching the two.
Meanwhile Jun ponders, then says, "Okay, this calls for drastic measures...come out, Minamori!" She pops out, all 11 inches of her, dressed in the tacky-looking light purple belly-dancer garb.
"This is...?" asked Yuuya.
"A note persocon. Remember?" he says, again putting the finger to his chin.
Laughing dryly, Yuuya says, "I've forgotten. Will you please punish me?"
"Apology accepted," he said merrily. "These are convenient. The ultimate response to A PDA or a notebook computer (although I use those in the diminutive, sheesh), and it stretches the yen to lengths you wouldn't imagine."
Of course, Yuuya would imagine that already. Another memo to his scrapped brain. Pulling a small cable out of Minamori's little hat, Jun said, "The connector cable is in her ear, correct?"
"Affirmative, Captain," said Yuuya.
"He's not our captain, he's our wench," whispered Hideki. Yuuya gave him an Iron Fist Punch. "Itai! That hurts!" Yuuya grunted.
"Open it up," said Jun.
Hideki nodded, did so.
"Relax, Mami, this will take only a minute," he said.
"Mami," she sighed.
"Her name's Mami, ya?" said Jun.
Yuuya nodded. "She can only say..."
He held up a hand to him. "Don't have to say anymore. You've done the first step, Yuuya...assign your persocon a name, and spoiling her." Yuuya beamed, as the wench continued to work it out, putting Minamori on Mami's shoulder. "First, a type and spec check. Let 'er rip, Mina-chan!" (Apparently, Jun likes to call Minamori Mina-chan for short. Naturally she didn't mind.)
Minamori held up her screen, but her eyelids drooped, and her head shook vigorously from side to side like a Shake-And-Baker. (A.N.: bleah...I didn't know how to put it.) She clunked forward, the screen static.
"WTF!? My note persocon! Mina-chan! She crashed! Son-of-a-bitch!" Jun screamed, shaking Minamori in vain.
"Mami?" asked the large persocon, confused yet again.
"Ho boy," says Rei. "Once he gets mad, he raises hell."
"Rei-kun?" whimpered Hideki.
"Hm?"
"Hold me."
Rei gave him another Iron Fist Punch, only worse.
"What the hell...!?" exclaimed Yuuya.
"Her memory and CPU are beyond the standard level! This persocon of yours isn't any brand at all~~~! Come on, wake up, you bastard! Fu~~~ck!!" he wailed, shaking Minamori even more.
Yuuya put a hand in his blonde hair. "Why..." he said, about to let out real tears. Rei and Hideki shook their heads, pondering what would have been.
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End Chapter 2
Okay...be nice, fill out da review thingy...I need to get more involvement in the next one. Look out for that, yes? Pardon the language...I added it for realistic effect.
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Eyes Without A Face
Chapter 2:
Oh God, It Feels Like Heaven!
Morning came in Yuuya's apartment. It had a light stench, appeasable, but titillating. It looked clean, save Yuuya's bedroom, which was completely littered with porn magazines, hardcore tapes, and layers of unused and used condoms. He woke rather slowly, every muscle beginning to respond from a enveloping dream, in which he laid himself on top of a new girlfriend, going through the climaxing motions, thrust upon thrust, harder and harder, and faster and faster, until it was met with drained relief.
"Uhhhh...that was quite a night..." he groaned to himself. "I seem to get used to these wet dreams every night, lucky bastard." He coughed a little chuckle, when suddenly; a
pair of blank eyes and satin-smooth complexion appears in front of him.
"Mami," it said.
"Gyaa~~~~~h!" he yelled, back tracking a few inches, his hormones about to get yet again. It was only Mami. Yuuya let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just you, Mami."
"...Mami?"
"Dayum, all you can say is 'mami,' hmmm?"
"Mami."
"Lying in a pile of garbage, still beautiful...and that scent...now it's all over the house! But I like it..." He patted her head, blushing. "I'm gonna make sure you become a personal asset to me, in sophisticated terms..."
"Mami..." it gleefully said, hugging Yuuya.
'Oh man, she makes me want to make out like a lemon,' Yuuya thought. 'She'd pass for a hot-looking girl. Ohhh...I think I'm getting the hang of this game...' Eventually, he courageously said, "Hey."
"Mami?"
"I don't know a name for you, but...can I call you 'Mami?'" Another squeeze. 'Oh man, I've never felt breasts this soft...they make my pillow look like stones,' he thought, and then, 'Geh! Why am I thinking shit like that? On a persocon, no less! Rei was right...' Hopeless tears came down his eyes.
"Mami..." she moaned in a low tone. Suddenly, Yuuya pushed her back. "M...Mami?" it said, confused.
"Mami, I'm going to see what you can do."
"Mami," she replied, nodding.
"RIGHT!" He looked for that abandoned persocon book he ordered five months ago, but Mami curiously went into the pile of porn magazines, and started to imitate the poses. "Now this is...Gyaa~~~~~~!" His old t-shirt was big, but maybe a bit too big, for Mami. He immediately took the magazine away from her.
"Mami?" she questioned, blinking.
Still with a fit of courage, Yuuya said icily, "Sit." Mami complied. He then flipped through the table of contents, and said, "Ah! Here it is, page 13. 'To check your persocon's performance, in the persocon's ear is....' Hmmm." Opening Mami's ear, a three-pronged cord popped out. "'Connect to your TV monitor...' Okay..." Doing so, he plugged it in, pondering the rather imaginative potentials she could do for her.
However, the screen read, "NO DATA." Yuuya bawled his eyes out like a Howlin' Wolf. "No~~~~~~! It can't be!"
Mami only imitated his pose, saying, "Ma...mi?"
********
Jun gleefully said the next morning, "Hey hey hey! Who's been making a face like he forgot to cum this morning~~~~?" Rei just shook his head at that remark.
Yuuya, face flat on the desk, muttered, "Cut the sleazebag talk for once, will ya, Jun-kun?"
"Ne, you mad about something," he asked, his genki, glomapable yaoi tone pervading. "What's wrong."
"Nothing," Yuuya said, poorly imitating Jun's tone. "Let's just say I bet on heaven, and I burned with Titus Andronicus Ludicris." Jun blinked.
"Geh, having to mix a rather crappy Shakespearean play with a even crappier 'rapper,'" said Rei, even more bored as ever. "I might as well live like an anorexic model with people like you."
"Waaaah~~~!" Yuuya cried hysterically, hugging Rei too tightly. "Don't say stuff like that~~~!"
"I was only kidding."
"Really?" Yuuya's eyes turned into stars. "How embarrassing!" he replied in a girlish tone, giggling. Jun face faulted.
"Oh brother," said Hideki, bitterly spewing a slight chuckle.
The door swung open, and instead of ol' Mochizuki, a tall (5'2") girl walked in with the class materials. She had a slender, girl-next-door figure, with long, auburn hair, radiant orange eyes, and a body so perfectly toned that would make even grown, married men turn around and look at her. The girls blinked in surprise. The guys and Yuuya drooled incessantly, save Rei, who only smiled, nodded and said "Ohayo gozaima~~~~su."
She put her materials on the table, and tossed her hair a bit. By then, some of the guys were close to feeling hormonic pain below the belt, their pulses going over the top. The new teacher then said, "Hello. My name is Kasumi-sensei, and I will be your teacher for the rest of the semester. Apparently, Mochizuki-sensei had a heart attack yesterday, and passed away soon after. Our prayers to him."
Jun whispered, "Yay," before Rei knocked some sense into him.
"Yuuya~~~," Hitomi said to him, "Mochizuki-sensei told me a lot about you...did you do your homework?"
"Um, Kasumi-sensei," said one feeble student, "You can't call prep school work...homework, ne?"
She only smiled and said, "Well, all I wanted to be was a preschool teacher..." The reaction stunned the congregation.
Yuuya dreamily complied, "What a woman, ne. Shinobi Kasumi-sensei."
"Really?" asked Hideki sarcastically.
"Really," sighed Jun, hearts in his eyes. An aside. "You'd better explain that Titus Ludicris thingomabob...I didn't think you would be more cultured than perverted."
"All right," said Kasumi, "We're gonna leave you four behind..."
"Meeting, my place, after class," directed Yuuya to his three cohorts.
"Right!" they said.
********
Today, there were no interviews, thank goodness. Yuuya was expecting one, but he speculated that the craze died quietly like a samurai conducting seppuku.
"You found a persocon?" asked Jun, as they walked towards the apartment. "Yo, what could be wrong 'bout that?"
"Misfortune," clarified Yuuya to him.
"It's be great to have those, but it's not like I care," said Hideki, gleefully gobbling two tall waffle cones.
"Shut up and finish your ice cream, asshole," said Rei with a straight face.
Jun laughed. "Ah, the wench-ness of some people..."
"You, Segiwara Jun-kun, shouldn't be taking about wench-ness," Yuuya said as they climbed up the stairs to his room, "YOU'RE the wench in our clique, bro."
"I'm not your bro, I'm your wench."
"OUR wench," the other three said, tousling Jun's green hair. He only laughed, as Yuuya opened the door. Out popped Mami, wearing another oversized shirt, half-falling off her, looking up inquisitively.
"Oh?" said Rei.
"Oh," said Hideki.
At that point, Jun did a impromptu Irish jig, much to Yuuya's disgust, and said, "Co~~~~~ngratulatio~~~~~ns Asou-san, on losing your virginity~~~~!!!"
Yuuya then turned 50 shades of red and yelled, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, JUN, IT AIN'T LIKE THA~~~~~T! She's a persoco~~~~n!" he roared, opening one of Mami's ears.
At that point, Jun went back to normal. "Okay," he said nonchalantly. Yuuya fell to the ground in exasperation. "So this is the persocon you found, eh? Mmm-hmmm." Mami looked straight at Jun. "Sugary-looking as well. Not surprising...what's surprising is that you're not rejoicing at this discovery, Yuuya," he said, putting a finger to his friends chin. A sweatdrop came down his forehead.
"Mami," the persocon said.
"Hmm?"
"That all she says, Jun," said Yuuya. "Only 'Mami.' There's nothing inside, and I wasted my money on that Matrix, so I don't have any more for her software.
"An OS?"
"It said 'NO DATA,' so how the hell should I know?"
"Hold it, hold it. If she has 'NO DATA,' why in Cutey Honey would she be moving around?"
"So, they can't move without...an OS?"
"I'm afraid she's just a mannequin if she doesn't have anything put in that CPU of her's," Jun sheepishly replied, patting Mami's head like a Minx.
"As I thought, Jun's so smart," said Hideki gleefully.
"Shut up, Hideki! I've had Minamori long enough to know the ins and outs of persocons, so it's expected without finding it was expected."
"And how long is that?" asked Rei.
"3 years."
"3 YEARS!?" exclaimed Yuuya. "I've been with you ever since we met in junior high, and you didn't tell me you had Minamori that long! What the hell!?"
"I thought you would freak out at that, which you are doing now," Jun said with a straight expression. "But it's okay. Yuuya...do you mind if I play with your persocon a bit?"
"Wh...whaddaya mean?"
"Hmmm..." He lifts up the front, exposing her breasts, and fingers her nipple a la Doogie Howser M.D. Yuuya is beyond freaked out at this point. "Now, if she's a PCN, there should be a model number here, hmm..." He then spreads her legs.
"Gyaaaa~~~~!" roared Yuuya, trying to restrain Jun from doing anything worse. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"If she's an NAC, it should be down here....hmmm...this is interesting..." Jun continues to examine, while Yuuya is on the verge of being hospitalized and suffering only his 4th nervous breakdown in 2 years. "Goddayum, you can't even handle a persocon, Yuuya?"
"No....I'm fine..." Yuuya whimpered. "I'm FI~~~NE!" he yelled, waving his arms up= and down, up and down.
"He can't even act his age," said Hideki.
"You're telling me," Rei groaned.
"Shut up!" Yuuya said, punching the two.
Meanwhile Jun ponders, then says, "Okay, this calls for drastic measures...come out, Minamori!" She pops out, all 11 inches of her, dressed in the tacky-looking light purple belly-dancer garb.
"This is...?" asked Yuuya.
"A note persocon. Remember?" he says, again putting the finger to his chin.
Laughing dryly, Yuuya says, "I've forgotten. Will you please punish me?"
"Apology accepted," he said merrily. "These are convenient. The ultimate response to A PDA or a notebook computer (although I use those in the diminutive, sheesh), and it stretches the yen to lengths you wouldn't imagine."
Of course, Yuuya would imagine that already. Another memo to his scrapped brain. Pulling a small cable out of Minamori's little hat, Jun said, "The connector cable is in her ear, correct?"
"Affirmative, Captain," said Yuuya.
"He's not our captain, he's our wench," whispered Hideki. Yuuya gave him an Iron Fist Punch. "Itai! That hurts!" Yuuya grunted.
"Open it up," said Jun.
Hideki nodded, did so.
"Relax, Mami, this will take only a minute," he said.
"Mami," she sighed.
"Her name's Mami, ya?" said Jun.
Yuuya nodded. "She can only say..."
He held up a hand to him. "Don't have to say anymore. You've done the first step, Yuuya...assign your persocon a name, and spoiling her." Yuuya beamed, as the wench continued to work it out, putting Minamori on Mami's shoulder. "First, a type and spec check. Let 'er rip, Mina-chan!" (Apparently, Jun likes to call Minamori Mina-chan for short. Naturally she didn't mind.)
Minamori held up her screen, but her eyelids drooped, and her head shook vigorously from side to side like a Shake-And-Baker. (A.N.: bleah...I didn't know how to put it.) She clunked forward, the screen static.
"WTF!? My note persocon! Mina-chan! She crashed! Son-of-a-bitch!" Jun screamed, shaking Minamori in vain.
"Mami?" asked the large persocon, confused yet again.
"Ho boy," says Rei. "Once he gets mad, he raises hell."
"Rei-kun?" whimpered Hideki.
"Hm?"
"Hold me."
Rei gave him another Iron Fist Punch, only worse.
"What the hell...!?" exclaimed Yuuya.
"Her memory and CPU are beyond the standard level! This persocon of yours isn't any brand at all~~~! Come on, wake up, you bastard! Fu~~~ck!!" he wailed, shaking Minamori even more.
Yuuya put a hand in his blonde hair. "Why..." he said, about to let out real tears. Rei and Hideki shook their heads, pondering what would have been.
*******
End Chapter 2
Okay...be nice, fill out da review thingy...I need to get more involvement in the next one. Look out for that, yes? Pardon the language...I added it for realistic effect.