"I regret becoming such a good shot. The gun never used to feel so heavy when I was starting out. My hands were still and never used to shake when I point them at another human. The recoil was awkward and the aiming used to be shit. But now, more than ever, I regret being so good at aiming the damn thing. Because the time will come one day, Valadia. Where you and I are going to regret being such good shots."
Valadia, (9 Years ago.)
"You shouldn't come over so often."
A small tap sounded against the small wooden table. Valadia sat on one side, brandishing a deck of 7 cards in her hand.
Beside her on the left of the table was a neat pile of cards, stacked into a column. To the right, was an ornate British pistol. Its sister sat beside the figure. Moya. Strapped to her waist as she gazed outside the window.
Hearing the statement, Valadia lifted her head to face the figure that rested on the window sill.
"And why not?" she asked.
"Estrella is getting dangerous."
"Estrella was always dangerous, what's so different now, Moya?"
Moya turned away from the window and faced Valadia. The rims of her pale blond hair glowing an eerie grey when the sunlight from the window hit against her blond strands.
Her charred lips drew flat as a narrow stare from her green eyes was plastered on her face.
"Something happened to a few Dead Apostles right there by the Crypt. Heard that even a Black Key was involved." Moya explained. Digging into her breast pocket and pulling out a cigar.
"What happened?" Valadia asked in surprise.
"A bloodbath."
"They were killed? By who?"
"Don't know." She pulled out a lighter from her red coat and lit her cigar. She held it between her two fingers and took a puff.
"Three Dead Apostles and one Black Key, all ripped to shreds and devoured."
"The culprit sure was brutal."
She lowered the cigar onto her side of the desk, where a small glass trey rested. Small shards of ash fell as she tapped the cigar against it rim.
"Kurlean found the bodies of the Apostles. The Black Key is missing, but is confirmed dead. I don't know much of the details, but that's the most I got just by cruising around."
She brought the cigar back to her mouth and took another puff of smoke. "I don't have a death wish by staying out too late like your friend. Only reason why she isn't gutted by the Dead Apostles during the night…"
"…is because there'll be hell to pay if someone messes with something Kurlean likes." Valadia finished.
Moya chuckled.
"You're smart. Valadia."
Moya reached to ruffle Valadia's black hair. "So you can understand why I tell you not to come by so often. Dead Apostles would be roaming around more, now that a Black Key has been killed."
Slowly, her hand descended from her scalp and cupped her cheek endearingly. As endearing as one could get with a scar running across her face.
Her lips stilled as she took the cigar out her mouth and crushed it on the window sill.
"You're not Emihide. Kurlean doesn't have a reason to keep a Fallen Angel like you alive. They'll rip you to shreds if they find you in the streets. And I find it, displeasing to lose my precious protégé."
Valadia raised her eyebrow.
"Your protégé?"
She gave a hearty smile. One that was rare amongst the many cold demeanors she has shown.
"You have yet to beat me in poker, your Poker face is terrible." Moya took hold of her deck of cards and placed down a joker. And an Ace.
Valadia looked down on the cards placed with a grimace.
"That's 21. You lost again."
Somehow, Valadia was not as annoyed as she usually was when this was declared.
It must have been because she couldn't pry her eyes away from her two pistols. One at her very side and the other resting confidently at her waist. Moya noticed this and moved her attention to her guns.
She gave a smug look. "You like?"
"Where did you even get them?"
"My flintlocks, eh? Can't really say." Moya reaches out and takes the flintlock that sat against Valadia's side. She brings them to her eyes and tilts them side to side.
"They look kinda like Kurlean's Wolfbane, eh? Don't you think?"
Valadia shrugged. "Never seen the Wolfbane. Maybe Emihide can answer it. She did say that Kurlean had her hold it at some point."
Emihide described it as being made from Ivory and embroidered in gold. But Moya's flintlocks were made from Dark Wood that had aged pretty well.
It was lighter than the dark oak doors in the slums, surprisingly no splinters or cracks given that she has been using them for a long time.
"My ancestor was Sir Francis Drake. He was born in Italy and left to the Caribbean as soon as he could afford a single Ship of his own. As he travelled the world as a pirate and attained various riches, his ship was eventually named, The Golden Hind." Moya raised both of her flintlock, twirling them before pointing them at a wall.
"These babies are mementos from when he defeated the Spanish Armada back in the 1800's, after which he was given the moniker 'El Draque'." She alternated which flintlock was pointed on the wall and which one was raised up.
"It may take hot minute for normal people to reload cause of all the gunpowder you have to cram in its pipes. But these babies hit harder than a Smith and Wesson 24-Cal." Moya then awkwardly smiles with a cold sweat.
"The recoil is nuts though. As you can imagine from a flintlock that's capable of ripping through a bear." Moya stared into the flintlocks for a while, seemingly in a daze.
This carried on for a while. Their game of poker long but forgotten, however being of no inconvenience to Valadia. Who sat and stared at Moya, and took every part of her melancholic gaze into her retinas.
Often, she wished she is able to talk to her more. But Moya is right about how dangerous Estrella can be. Especially now, of all times.
She was right, she always was. And Moya knew that Valadia knew that she had a point.
They both had seen too much death, too many corpses and dead men to refute the other, wiser one. One that even the Dead Apostles have to think twice before messing with.
They had both seen too much of themselves in each other, how they both had no identity of their own apart from the weapons bequeathed onto them by birth.
Valadia as a Fallen Angel and 'Deadeye Moya' as a descendant of El Draque.
"Do you feel complete, when holding it?" Valadia shifted her feet till she was sitting on the splintered wooden floor.
Moya gave a hollow chuckle.
"I wish it did. Maybe then I wouldn't have to cling to these heavy things so often." She set on of the flintlocks down on the table again, then lifted her leg to put it on the window sill.
She gazed out the window again, her pale blond locks losing their rim light. Despite how still and satisfied she looked, Valadia could see that she could break at any moment. Her lips were still, her eyes lidded as the elbow that was supported by her knee was supporting her chin.
Valadia took a look at her own wings, her wings that gleamed as dark and rough as cold steel and cast iron. She envied Moya a bit, at least knowing some semblance of herself through the ancestry of El Draque.
She feels this sharp pain in her heart, as she looks at them. And continues to shift her sight from her wings to Moya's flintlock. She felt her frustration at her words, and chose to stay in comfortable silence.
Moya smiled.
"Thanks."
"Don't be. I wish these things didn't make me feel hollow as well." Valadia held out the very tips of her black wings.
Moya chuckled as she reached out and touched the very tip of Valadia's wings as well. A small smile staining her melancholic face. She used her other hand to gently caress Valadia's cheek as she leaned forward.
"We're just two empty beings. Aren't we, Valadia?"
Valadia placed her hand on top of Moya's which cradled her left cheek. She gave a half-lidded stare and then she smiled.
"We are. But is it such a bad thing?"
"No. If I'm empty, I would rather be empty with you. Because I can fill my pockets with the money I'll win in our Poker games. And I can fill you with holes."
Valadia giggled.
"That's just like you."
Moya shrugged and then she brandished a smug smile.
"Hah! Even if I don't know myself, I know that I'm a pirate at heart. I am moved by the vices like how ships are moved by wind. Blood is in my body and Gold is in blood."
Sona (Present)
It's cold.
Sona felt like she was in a daze as she woke up. Never before had it been this difficult nor aggravating to get up in the morning.
Not even the softness of Jewels paws pressing against her face was enough to elevate the frustration that exuded whilst she woke up.
She silently commended Jewels for the effort though.
When she got over the slight blurriness of her eyes, she noticed the rather lazy way she slept last night. Her legs spread out wide across the bed whilst her blue blanket struggled to shield parts of her that lay exposed from the cold air.
Sona looked to her right. Tsubaki still laid there, unbothered by her uncouth sleeping posture. Breathing out a sigh of relief, she pushed away the blue blanket and gently pried Jewels off her chest.
When she brought the chestire cat to her sight, Sona had noticed that Jewels claws were revealed. They didn't hurt at all when she was on her. In fact, Sona couldn't even feel them.
She looked down where Jewels was, and noticed that she was still fully dressed in her turquoise hoodie that she wore last night. What time did she get back last night?
Rapidly she shook her head and stood from her bed, moving towards her bathroom. She removed her hoodie and jeans, then placed them on the wooden basket. Instantly, she felt liberated. Well, as liberated as one could feel in their underwear.
She thought of the person she met while she was in the shower.
Abslon Moonshade.
Sona thought it rather funny. The last person she was expecting to meet in the Seven-Eleven was the scion to a Multi-Million dollar conglomerate.
Perhaps that fact hadn't hit home just yet, or maybe she was just too stricken by his appearance and his passivity to notice.
Quickly she repelled him from her thoughts and focused on finishing her shower. Her hand drifting further and further below as she reached out to whatever fragments remained of her dream.
Suddenly she heard the door behind her open, and any scrap of the dream she had managed to latch on had vanished. Silently, Sona clicked het tongue in frustration.
Damn.
Whoever had interrupted her had best be reporting that someone is dead.
"Madam President, you are awake?"
Sona silently gave out a sigh. She could forgive Tsubaki, she was planning to make use of her soon but her interruption by all rights made her a little frustrated, and furthermore, impatient.
"Ah, Tsubaki. I assume that you've rested well?" Sona responded, guiding her hand to the shower tap and increasing the temperature.
"I have."
"That's good. I was a bit worried you won't catch much sleep because of the Christmas preparations." Sona stated, grabbing the sponge and filling it with soap.
"It wasn't a lot of work. Our peerage is very capable. So I have managed to get a lot of rest by delegating tasks to them." Tsubaki stated.
Sona opened the shower door and brought her hand out. Tsubaki instinctively reacted by giving her a white towel from the laundry.
She placed it between the railings of the shower door. "I was just wondering where you were last night, you left quite late."
Sona chuckled. "I met someone interesting. Ever heard of Abslon Moonshade?"
"The scion to the Moonshade Corporation? Here in Kuoh?
"It makes sense with what Saji and I saw in the Warehouse. Azazel seemed to be accompanying them. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck I encountered him by himself." Sona explained. Opening her arms and letting the warm water wash the soap of her body.
"Abslon himself didn't seem like a threat though. At least not enough to reach Rias's ears." Sona turned to face Tsubaki from outside the shower door.
"You do understand where I'm getting at, don't you Tsubaki?"
"Of course, Madam President."
Good. Abslon was someone that Sona had an avid interest of investigating by her lonesome. She didn't need the self-proclaimed Ruin Princess getting too greedy and driving him away.
"Azazel's research is funded by the Moonshade Corporation. So it's highly unlikely that Abslon isn't in some way connected to the Supernatural, but he seemed very passive when I met him. Scared even. I imagine he hasn't seen the best of us in his experience with the supernatural."
"If Rias meets him, she stands an avid chance of driving him away with her greed. And with it, potentially any funding that Azazel receives by them to continue his research. Research needed to sustain the peace treaty and fight against the Khaos Brigade." Sona explained.
She guided her hand to the shower tap once again and turned up the heat. Opting to rinse her body and relax herself in the heat of the warm water.
"But I suppose it's just speculation at this point. Regardless, it's still quite a worry. I'd like to keep this little chat between us under wraps, till I investigate more." Sona stated, wiping off the excess soap in her hair off.
"Understood."
Sona looked at Tsubaki through the shower door. As her eyes trailed across her long hair, waist and figure. She found herself thinking back to the memories they shared together whilst they were young. And how wild they seemed to get.
Tsubaki said that she was well rested, and with the busy week that Sona had, she saw no reason not to use this moment to deal with some pent-up stress.
Sona opened up the shower door and lowered the consistency at which the water fell. "Would you like to join me, Tsubaki?" she offered.
"Are you sure, Madam President?"
"Yes."
Sona turned back to face the shower head. She felt her heartbeat skip in anticipation when she begun to hear the ruffling of clothes and the tussling of a belt hitting the tile.
The shower door opened a bit more, but then it closed.
Sona could feel the coldness of Tsubaki's arms draping across her wet, naked waist. And the encroaching warmth of her entire body pressing up against her.
"What brought this on, Madam President?"
Sona placed her hand gently on top of Tsubaki's. Gently caressing her knuckles. She could feel Tsubaki shiver at this action. "I'll be honest. I was thinking about the past."
"Our childhood?"
"Yes. When we were kids. All the crazy games we played together, and all the wild things we did."
Slowly, she guided one of Tsubaki's hands low. It trailed from her belly and moved towards her abdomen. Tsubaki followed suit, using her other hand to cup Sona's supple breast and gently knead it as her hand travelled lower and lower.
"I remember, Madam President." Tsubaki leaned forward and delivered soft and gentle kisses along Sona's nape. She let out a weak mewl as she shivered from the assault of Tsubaki's dirty kisses on her spot. Her knees had nearly buckled underneath the sudden and intense surge of pleasure, coursing through her body.
She was good at this, she always was.
Tsubaki pulled away from her nape and focused on kneading Sona's breast. Gently squeezing her nipple in between her fingers as she groped her supple chest.
"There was so many. 'House and Home', 'Ghost' and your favorite. 'Doctor'. Makes me wonder how we never got caught before." Tsubaki whispered.
"Wot do you think of zis, Doctor?"
"Da. It's nothing serious."
"It's strange. Those things happened such a long time ago, yet I can still remember every single detail as though it was happening before my eyes again." Sona stated, her breath alternating with hoarse rasps of breath from her moans.
"Each time I remember, I miss them more and more."
"Permission to speak, Madam President?"
Sona couldn't muster the strength to approve verbally without a exuding a moan loud enough to wake up the other denizens of the house. Hence, she nodded instead. Resting her head on Tsubaki's chest and staring straight into her eyes.
Tsubaki removed her glasses and placed them beside the bar of soap.
"I miss those days too."
Suddenly, Tsubaki locked lips with Sona. She widened her eyes in surprise as Tsubaki's finger dives towards her clit and starts rubbing it with fervor. Sona's whole body started to shake, with constant, never-ending currents of pleasure surging through her.
With a bestial urge, Sona grabbed Tsubaki by her locks of hair and forced her tongue down her throat. Delivering a deep, wet dirty kiss that sought to desperately cling to Tsubaki's every motion. The vibrations of Tsubaki's moans from her arousal of her sudden intrusion had sent lightning striking through her nerves.
Soon, they distanced themselves for some air. They looked at each other. Both of them burning red from the wild, dirty kiss they shared. Sona was in a daze, her vision of Tsubaki blurring with each breath.
She looked a bit shorter. Her breasts smaller but more plump. Her hair became longer, nearly touching the ground as they dimmed into a glossy black. Oddly enough, she couldn't tear away from the sight. Her eyes were latched onto its lavender irises, as though a spell had been cast.
The mirage latched onto her, similar to how Tsubaki was earlier. Her soft fingers kneaded her breasts and rubbed her clit, but soon, the other hand delved deeper. Now rubbing against her vagina.
Sona squirmed beneath the hands of the mirage, the lids of her eyes rapidly losing strength as her brilliant mind went blank. Left only with raw, bestial desire. Begging to be unleashed under the gaze of those lavender eyes.
She stuck one finger inside, and the Mirage disappeared as though it were devoured. Sona found herself staring back at Tsubaki once more, stunned over the loss of the mirage for a single moment before letting out a sharp moan as Tsubaki rapidly started to finger her.
"Oh shit, oh shit." Sona repeatedly cussed out, straining against her moans.
"Are you close?"
She was.
The stimulation from the rapid thrusts of her fingers inside of her vagina had sent waves after waves of pleasure, soaring towards her cerebrum. She began to feel hot, very hot. Something big was welling up inside her.
Sona grit her teeth hoping to hold the feeling back, but to no avail.
"Tsubaki! I'm…going to…"
Tsubaki's finger sped up as she inserted an additional finger. "It's okay Madam…don't hold back." She cooed.
Instinctively, she grabbed hold of Tsubaki's hand and rammed the finger deeper into her cunt. Matching the momentum of how she slammed her hand down to the speed of how Tsubaki fingered her.
A few moments later, she exploded in an intense orgasm. Sona bit down harshly on her lip to mask the noise of the shrill moan that escaped as her eyes rolled back. Her body trembled as her juices sprayed across the shower tiles and drain.
She panted harshly and continued to spontaneously spasm. An aftereffect of the wild orgasm. Her knees shook for a bit, then caved as she fell on her knees. Recovering from the orgasm.
Tsubaki raised her hand to her face. Her hand that was dripping in Sona's essence. She brought it to her nose and smelled it, before licking it and sucking on her finger.
Sona slowly stood up and faced Tsubaki, who couldn't help but sport a wide grin as she looked upon her.
"That was exceptional. Madam President—"
Tsubaki was suddenly interrupted when Sona grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and pushed her against the wall. Barely missing the shower tap.
Tsubaki widened her eyes in surprise but before she could retort, Sona slammed her lips into Tsubaki's. Violating her mouth with her tongue as she frantically explored it.
Sona lifted her hand and dislodged the shower head from its position, sending torrents of water crashing down on them. The drops of water made the window to catch breath even smaller, yet Tsubaki wrapped both her arms around Sona's head and pulled them closer together.
Her tongue invaded Sona's mouth just as frantically, creating a deep, wet and dirty kiss.
She unhooked the shower head and brought it just over the two of them when they separated. Using the other hand to knead Tsubaki's big, fat breasts.
"Madam President, what are you—?"
She was cut off by her own sharp moan. Sona brandished a small smirk.
"Quid pro quo, my dear Queen."
Sona's hand then quickly dived into Tsubaki's cunt and rapidly rubbed against her cunt. Tsubaki arched back in pleasure as her shrill moans sounded through the shower.
She didn't let up. Plunging two of her fingers into her dripping cunt and rapidly fingering her. Her index and middle finger exploring her insides while her thumb rubbed against her clit.
Similar to herself. Tsubaki began to tighten around her finger. Grabbing hold of Sona's wrist and roughly ramming it down deep inside her cunt. Rapid crescendos of moans sounding from her hoarse throat as her release drew nearer and nearer.
While she pleasured her queen, Sona's eyes never left Tsubaki's breasts. Hypnotized by the way they bounce around and sway with each motion and jerk Sona made with her fingers. Matching the momentum of how Tsubaki drove her fingers deeper in her needy cunt.
She tilted her head, and drove it forward. Biting on the nipple of one of Tsubaki's breasts. With her free hand, she grabbed it roughly and began to knead it while sucking on her pink nipple.
Often had she bit on it did it arouse a loud moan from Tsubaki, who used her free hand to amass enough strength and hook back the shower head and adjust the water pressure.
Sona stole a glance at Tsubaki, who fiddled with the lever but couldn't conjure enough strength to turn the leaver. She smiled. Her hand momentarily left her teat to flip the lever and cause the water in the shower head to spray at full blast.
Tsubaki gently slid down the wall onto the tiled floor, legs spread wide as Sona slowed in her thrusts. She crawled and loomed over Tsubaki, locking her legs over hers into an incomplete piledriver.
She leaned forward to knead both of her breasts and steal a deep kiss from Tsubaki. Unlike other times, the tongues slowly danced within each other's mouths. Slowly exploring the teeth and the ridges of their upper molar.
They broke away and Tsubaki stared up into Sona's eyes while Sona stared down into hers. Once again, she lifted two fingers and drove them into Tsubaki's vagina.
The moans sounded again, this time louder, frantic and more desperate than ever before.
Sona knows that feeling. She's close.
Tsubaki reached out to Sona. She grabbed her hand midway and sped up her thrusts.
"M-Madam President…I—" Tsubaki's grip on Sona's hand had tightened.
Sona smiled as she looked upon Tsubaki's face. Burning red with tears welling up in the ridges of her eyes. She ceased her thrusts for a moment, only to add one more finger and drive them down her cunt as deep and as fast as she could.
"Cum my Queen. Cum hard for me. Don't hold back…Tsubaki." Sona cooed.
In one final motion. Sona thrust her fingers deep into her cunt, and then curled them. Unintentionally discovering her g-spot.
Tsubaki clamped down hard around her fingers and exploded in an intense orgasm. As her juices sprayed out, she grit her teeth with half lidded eyes, trying to hold back some of the noise from the moans that threatened to escape.
Both of them took their time catching their breath afterward, Sona clamping on her aching wrist from all the fingering she had done. She stood up, unhooking Tsubaki's legs and allowing her to stand up too. Offering her hand as support for her wobbly legs.
Sona exuded a large sigh of relief. "That was wonderful Tsubaki, I needed that,"
Tsubaki smiled as she turned to exit the shower.
"I'm happy to assist, Madam President."
As Tsubaki turned to leave the bathroom, the mirage appeared again. This time, far clearer now that her mind wasn't in a daze. Suddenly she was happy that Tsubaki left as quick and giddy as she did. It probably served well to soften the swords of guilt that stabbed against her heart.
To think that while she was fucking Tsubaki. Serafall was all she could think about, all she could yearn for.
"…"
Absent of words, she closed the shower door and turned on the water again. She looked at the spectacles Tsubaki left beside the bar of soap. And with a heart, riddled with guilt, she turned the tap and made the water cold.
She grit her teeth and slammed her fist against the wall. With a sharp bang, the tiles and the wall beneath them cracked around her bleeding fist. Blood oozed down from her fist and streamed down her arm.
Yet she still couldn't get those nights out her head. Serafall icy hands still lingered around her body. Like phantoms of her childhood, her desire, her inner, untouched darkness. Taking hold of her. Taking hold of her heart and making her feel anguish at her frustrations. The distance. The frustration and anguish over how far apart she is from her desire.
Thus, even though she clasped a bleeding hand. And even though tears streamed down her face, her free hand drifted down towards her cunt. Her legs shook with each touch that glided across her lower lips.
Her heart began beating, slowly increasing its tempo as her moans became more apparent.
"Da. It's nothing serious."
She rubbed harder.
"But ve vill votch for further developments ja?"
She inserted them inside, and started poking and prodding further inside. Using the phantoms of Serafall's icy touch to guide her.
"You're sick."
She's close.
"You're sick."
She was
"You're sick, Sona. Sick, sick, sick."
And she was no way closer to finding a cure for this sickness.
Finally, Chapter 7 has been completed. I hope you all enjoyed the Sona smut.
But it took a pretty dark turn didn't it?
This is a prime example of things I'm not warning people about. I'm not going to set up warning for any future scene except for the ones that would highly disturbing.
Anyone disturbed by yuri really shouldn't be on this site.
Luckily there wasn't any need for warning yet, as I decided last minute that the characters need a little more build-up before I begin dropping the warnings.
This is my first time writing smut and I would love it if people can share their thoughts on it so I can improve in the future.
With that said, apart from any future edits I might do to the fic, see you all next chapter!