YuRi Shipper: Ack! X-X This took me so long – I apologize. Hell, it's not even my favourite part of the plot. xD But I was grounded – what can I say? I'm a naughty girl.
Aaaaaanyway… hem. Some of you (Evil-sick-cow) have been wondering exactly who all the pairings will be – far be it from me to deny you such information - after all, I don't think it will ruin any bit of the story. So, here you are – a list of pairings.
Kasumi x Hitomi x Lei Fang (Triangle! Not threesome, you perverts. xD)
Helena x Christie (Eheh… I'm an avid fan. ;;; )
Tina x Lisa
Tina x Lusting over everyone (In my mind, she's a slut. And that's the way I'm going to write about her.)
Ayane x Lusting for… A mystery. x3
And there will be some hints and occasional popping-ups of Donovan's workers – which will be counted as OC x OC romance, though the story is not centered about them.
Well, hope that answers any and all of you questions – now, onto what this is really about – the story.
Mrs. Disclaimer: You… you killed my husband! You fucking bitch! You don't even own any of this! Why I ought to - -shot in the head-
Bedrooms and Problems
The girls had had no problem finding the kitchen – it was large, with many a chef hard at work, preparing a meal with a smell so enticing that it made certain women drool. Of course, one must keep in mind that the only thing some of them had had in the past twenty-four hours was a tiny bag of airline peanuts and a glass of water.
"It smells… wonderful!" Lisa exclaimed, eyes wide. "Think we could eat now?"
"I doubt it's done cooking." The purple-haired girl responded, who was still being eyed suspiciously by Kasumi - neither girl had said more to one another than the simple greetings they'd first exchanged.
"Aww… that sucks." She pouted, tanned arms neatly folding over one another, placing them over her chest as she sulked.
"Oh, come off it." Ayane rolled her amber eyes, walking forwards. "This place if fucking huge… we'll never find-"
"Hey y'all! I found the rooms!" The Texan woman's voice carried, as Ayane clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head. Why did she bother?
"Tiny problem 'bout that, though." The others had arrived already, though, and they saw the problem – four, tiny rooms, with only one Queen-sized bed to each, and a bathroom attached. Not exactly luxurious, as one would expect after seeing the rest of the mansion.
"Bloody hell, even the kitchen's larger…" The albino took a step forwards, shaking her head, snow-coloured hair shaking slightly.
"What do you propose we do?" Helena was calm, though she and Christie treated each other icily since their initial greeting, neither saying much to the other, or even looking at them, other than slinging an insult, or shooting a glare.
"Split into four groups of two?" Lisa suggested, running a hand through her cropped, brown locks.
Tina nodded, grabbing the other American's arm, a wide grin spread across her face. "Hey there, roomie!"
And so the chaos began. Helena turned to her oriental friend, only to find Lei Fang had skipped across to Hitomi, smiling gently. "Would you like to be roommates?"
"Well… I… Kasumi…" Grey-blue eyes shot a nervous glance at the only friend she had in the world, receiving a reassuring nod and smile.
"That's alright, 'Tomi-chan… I believe my sister and I need the time alone anyway." She turned to Ayane, who was so shocked she couldn't even speak. The mere prospect of having to share a room with… with… her was disturbing to say the least.
"Then yes." Hitomi returned Lei Fang's smile, watching as the Chinese woman giggled slightly.
"Alright then."
It took a moment to sink it. It really, truly did. But, as Christie rolled her eyes, and Helena turned her head, each blinked. A set of turquoise eyes flicked from pair to pair, as did a pair of violet, before they came to meet, staring at each other a moment, then backing away.
"No way in hell." Christie's exact words, her British accent ringing with a tone of defiance.
"I cannot say I look forward to this, either."
Everyone seemed content with their current roommate… everyone other than…
"Oy! You," the white-haired woman nodded at Ayane fiercely, wishing to make a deal. "I'll trade you my roommate for yours."
Ayane had lit up like a Christmas tree, even cracking a rare smile. She opened her mouth to respond, perfectly ready and willing to make that trade, before her half-sister spoke.
"If you don't mind… we have some things to discuss and catch up on with one another."
So this left Christie and Helena stuck in the same room – yes, there would be plenty of yelling that night. But the speakers were coming one once more, silencing a would-be fight.
"Ladies, my dear ladies… dinner is ready down the stairs, and to the right at the end of the long hallway. Please, enjoy your meal… and feel free to continue looking about afterwards." Donovan's voice clicked off once again, and the girls left their rooms to concentrate on the one thing they all wanted to do – fill their stomachs.
"Our little experiment is coming along marvellously…" The microphone was off, he was sure, and his hands were folded in front of him as he spoke to several people of both genders about him. "What do you think?"
"I'm not entirely sure how well the rooming situation is going to go over… some of them aren't too pleased about it." A slight Irish ring was held in this woman's voice as she spoke, somewhat nervously. No one dared oppose Donovan.
"Ah, Alyssa – you would be the one to bring that up… are your own conditions not good enough?" He chuckled darkly as a thin pair of arms encircled the redheaded woman, Alyssa's groan heard as the woman behind her gently bit into her neck, leaving marks on the soft flesh.
"N-no Donovan, s-sir… they're p-perfectly fine." She stuttered, half out of fear and half out of restraint, as she attempted not to lose control and burst into pleasured moans.
"Good, good…" He smirked again, though one could not see him, as his back was turned to his colleagues. In fact, all they got was the view of the back of a rather large chair. "Keep watching them – I want to know everything they say, do, or find…"
One of the many monitors in front of him showed the dining hall, where each and every girl was located. Helena was watching in disgust as Tina ripped into a chicken leg, and her worst enemy, Christie, shared the look. Maybe things between them were progressing – at least they shared their hatred for the obnoxious blonde American…
"Yes, Donovan."
All of the men and women bowed out, some violently pressing their lips to one
another, others merely holding hands as they walked away.
"Now girls… act real nice for the
cameras…" Donovan's voice was low, as he muttered. Sounds of their bickering
and conversations were echoing about the dark room.
Yes… his experiment –was- coming along rather nicely indeed.
((A/N: Once again, I've decided to keep going instead of stopping where I hoped to. Oy, that would've made such a nice cliff-hanger, too. T-T Well, the chapter must go on… xD))
The meal was over – it had been nothing special. Except that Christie, Helena, Kasumi, Ayane, and Lei Fang had all lost their appetites watching Tina eat. Lisa hadn't seemed affected by it – she was most likely used to it, though.
"Well… I'm going back up to the rooms. I'm curious to see what's going on with clothing… I mean, I didn't see any of us with bags – I doubt we packed enough clothing for this." It was true. As Lisa's words sunk in, each of the girls began to ponder. One by one they climbed the stairs once more, heading for their shared rooms.
Glory behold –
each found clothing in their dressers, and it was their own sizes, as if
someone had slipped it all in there while they were eating. Underwear, bras,
nightgowns, pajamas, shirts of all sorts, jeans, shorts – whatever they liked
to wear was in there. Heck, even socks. It seemed the specialists had done
their research after all – no one was overly disappointed by their clothing.
Of course, one thing puzzled everyone
– two bathing suits for each girl, all bikinis, had been dropped off.
Generally, one does not walk around in only your bikini… but more exploring of
their new home revealed exactly why they had them – there was one room, very
large in size, with two pools and and a hot tub – perfect.
"Ya know, maybe this won't be that bad…" Tina smirked, rushing back to her room. "I'm goin' swimmin'!"
Some of the girls laughed and followed, while others scoffed. Hitomi and Lei Fang were the first two off after Tina, laughing. It seems they already had some sort of friendship… and Kasumi was left behind, feeling only slightly hurt. Still, it was good to see her German friend making more friends – even if that meant sacrificing herself.
YuRi Shipper: You should all be pleased as though you laid an egg – this is four pages on Microsoft Word for you. xD Well, three and a half. Same thing. To all my loyal reviewers, I thank you.
Note: Ninja girl 213, my story has no Spanish, sorry. I can't speak a lick of it. Perhaps you would feel better looking for stories in your own language? To brief you on what's going on… well, I can't say much that wasn't said in the story. Maybe a translator would help? Shoujo-ai/yuri is girl x girl love. Lesbians, homosexual interaction, whatever you wish to call it. Just another warning there. X-x
