Okay, everyone! I'm really sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I'm sure some of you may be asking why while others would rather just get to the story, which I wouldn't blame you for. This is a pretty good length chapter, even if I do say so myself. And, it uh... well, lets just say it certainly doesn't skimp out on the fanservice this time. Yes, I was thinking of all of you while I was away. Now, for those of you who were curious as to why i was away... I've been building... a duck pond.
Okay, so why a duck pond? Well, you probably already guessed. Yes, I ordered 26 little ducklings from Cackle Hatchery. They're a little over two week old now. As some of you may remember, I got chickens last year. And... let's just say I caught the chicken fever. Because, on top of ordering 26 ducks, I also ordered like an additional 80 something chickens, who will be arriving at the beginning of May. The ducks already arrived the first week of this month. So, yes... I've been very busy build coops and cages and a pond. And... that's mostly why this chapter took so long to get out. There may or may not also be a girl involved. We'll see how that turns out. I know she likes Evangelion herself and she and I have been calling pretty much every night. So... fingers crossed she turns out to be a keeper and not a cheater like my last girlfriend.
As for chapter reviews... I should probably do them, but I think I'll skip them this time 'cause I'm tired and this chapter was like 20,000 words and it's like 4 in the morning where I am.
Also, I hope everyone is staying safe with the coof virus going around and whatnot. I've been stuck at home myself. But, I was already living the quarantine life before this hit. But yeah, hopefully this chapter is long enough for all my fellow quarantine dwellers.
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*Cruel Angel's Thesis and Eva intro starts playing*
Neon Genesis Evangelion
A Journey of Hate, Power, and Love
The Post Impact Scholasticate
Sand In Our Shoes
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2006 : Japan : Tokyo-2
The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced
9:15 AM Japanese Standard Time
71 Degrees Fahrenheit | 21 Degrees Celsius
Partly Cloudy : 4% Chance for Rain
Strangely enough, it was a sunny but cool and crisp day as young Misato set foot on the cobbles of the college courtyard. The wind was blowing sporadically, flinging her hair in front of her eyes before blowing it away again. For such a ruined world, the college looked rather prestigious. Or so she thoughts anyways.
Six years. It had been six years since the second impact. Six years since she'd lost both her parents. 6 years since she'd last spoken, since she'd ever even uttered a word under her breath.
And, in those 6 years, the Japanese government had somehow managed to put together a college as nice looking as this. The grass on the campus ground was bright and green. There were beautiful fruit and flower trees planted about the place. Misato even thought she saw a banana tree. She almost wondered how anyone could make anything look so lively after the events of second impact. The climate had been changed drastically. Plant and animal life could no longer live where they used to reside with the weather changing and wars being waged. It was a miracle people could get something like an agricultural production tree to grow anymore. It almost seemed strange to see a banana tree in a place like this.
Tokyo-2, the new capital city of Japan, was still undergoing much expansion and construction. Tall grey buildings were being envisioned and subsequently rising out of the grimy white rock dust constantly being throw out into the skyline of the city. The career fields of construction and structural engineering were booming with all the displaced people around the planet. It had almost become a fad or some sort. Everyone eager to rise through the ranks and become popular for their architectural style and engineering feats.
That might explain why the school looked so nice. According to the local records, the school had been built in collaboration by a Dutch man and a Chinese woman from Shanghai, both eager to flex their aesthetics and accomplishments on the stage of the world.
The building itself was a mix of neo-futuristic far eastern appeal with touches of high gothic integrated into it the general style of pre-impact post modern Japanese city center stylism. A rather odd look for a college to be sure. But as far as Misato could see, the rest of the world was getting along strangely anyways.
Even the plaque at the front of the school was a bit odd. Made of slate grey polished marble, the plaque read, The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced. The characters, both in the English alphabet and in Katakana, instead of being carved into the stone in the usual fashion, were inlaid with pearl.
The name of the school was a bit long though and most people Misato heard speak of it just shortened it to "The Post Impact Scholasticate."
Misato probably would have called it that too… if she could ever find the strength to speak again.
Misato's dark eyes looked up to the sky. It was clear for the most part, only a few clouds here and there. Most of them had moved off overnight when the front had blown through. The chilled winds from last night could still be felt blowing through though.
This calmed Misato, but only by a small margin. She was so nervous signing up for college. She had no idea what on God's used-to-be green Earth she was going to do. She never thought she'd even get this far in life, even more so with her past. Misato had already gone through a lot, even before she'd witnessed her father die in front of her eyes in Antarctica. And seeing the event that ruined her world, and everyone else's, with her own eyes didn't help to soften the blow.
She honestly had never considered what she was going to do with her life or make of herself. It had never been on her mind when she was younger with all of the drinking and sex she'd taken part in. And now… now she found herself lost with no one to guide her. No parents because of second impact. No friends because she wouldn't talk to anyone. And no experience because she'd spent time screwing off when she was younger instead of studying.
But that was why this college was built. It was specifically constructed with people like Misato in mind; people who had lost their way due to second impact. Japan, no, the entire world needed a new generation of people to help rebuild; not just the buildings and infrastructure, but all of society.
Misato glanced down at a document in her hands. It listed her classes and classroom numbers, as well as her dorm among other things such as her student number.
Classes -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Classroom -.-.-.-| Teacher -.-.-|
ADV Maths -.-.-.-.-.- A-2 -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Kawakami
Intro to Virology -.-. D-4 -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Nakamura
Statistics -.-.-.-.-.-.- A-4 -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Sakamoto
Ecology -.-.-.-.-.-.-.- C-3 -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Yoshida
Social Engineering -. E-5 -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Soken
ICP -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. B-6 -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Nijima
Biochemistry -.-.-.-.- C-2 -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Nomura
Welcome, Misato Katsuragi. Your dorm room designation is R-12
Student ID: 17267
Academic Dean: Atsunobu Tanaka
Yes, Misato was well in over her head now. She had no idea what most of this stuff was, but she figured she'd just sign up for it because… well, she didn't know what most of it was. So what difference did it make?
Misato sighed, hoping that the professors here would go easy on her and be understanding of the purpose of why the school was built. She did okay in biology in high school, but she almost failed chemistry. As for ecology, social engineering, and virology, her high school hadn't even offered courses on such things. She truly was overwhelmed, but she didn't voice her concerns.
Instead, she began looking for her dorm room so that she could start unpacking what few things she'd been able to bring along with her. She hefted one of her bags higher up her shoulder, but in the process of repositioning it, she accidentally caused it to slip and it fell onto the ground. Luckily, it had fallen clear of any mud, but Misato still let out an irritated sound.
"Oh, hey little miss. Do you need help with that?" a voice called out from behind her.
Misato turned around and blushed as her jaw hung slightly agape.
She saw a man with brownish hair and some stubble on his face. He had bright eyes, though they were concealed by a pair of sunglasses. His hair was slightly longer than shoulder length and pulled back into a short ponytail.
He was dressed in black slacks a silvery grey dress shirt with white buttons. He looked a bit like a business man, but the sunglasses changed his aura from that of a refined individual to that of a troublemaker who happened to have a kind heart and a simple but sleek taste in clothes.
Misato blushed even harder realizing she was staring at the young man and knowing she might have just gotten herself caught in a conversation she didn't want to have. She immediately turned her head back to the ground and focused on trying to get her bag off the lawn.
She tried hoisting it up, but failed, and it slipped out of her hand, further increasing her flustered embarrassment.
She reached for it again, but this time, before she could try to pick it up again, she felt a calloused hand come to rest on top of her.
"Hey, seriously, let me get that for you, miss" the man said.
Misato gasped and pulled her hand off of her bag.
"Hahah. I guess you're a little shy. But, that's okay," the man said as he lifted the bag rather effortlessly with just one hand.
The man then used his free hand and took his sunglasses off before hanging them on the collar of his shirt.
"Heavy, huh? Why don't I get your other one too?"
Misato almost fainted at the suggestion. Admittedly, the bags were pretty heavy. But, the fact the man could pick up one of them with what she assumed was his non-dominant left hand made Misato's awkward young heart explode into a hormonal and rhythmic rage.
Misato was feeling so conflicted right now. She had practically forgotten how to talk in the years after her parents died. She was constantly flustered in public because of this. On top of that, her interactions and experiences with men besides her father were rather limited and when she was confronted by men, especially ones that looked like this man, she occasionally had a hard time controlling her thoughts, especially since it was hard for her to act on them since she had essentially ceased speaking six years ago. She was often times frustrated by this in more ways than one, but she had leaned to live with it.
It was demoralizing for her to think about how she got to this point. She used to be so outgoing and could control boys to get what she wanted. But, now, she found herself just trying to run away so as to avoid being flustered or embarrassed by her awkwardness. Oh, how she had fallen.
Before Misato could even attempt to make some kind of hand gesture to try to stop the man from taking her other bag, she could already feel the man removing her other bag from her opposite shoulder.
She could feel herself withering from embarrassment as the man brushed against her bra strap under her shirt in the process of removing the bag.
"Gosh, I can't believe a little miss like you could carry something this heavy."
Misato blushed and rubbed her arm timidly.
"So, you a new student? This your stuff? Where's your room?"
Misato's eyes widened and she blushed even more. She held the slip of paper in her hand up so that the man could read it.
The man leaned back reflexively as Misato almost shoved the paper into his face.
"Oh, R-12. I know that room. I stop by there every so often. One of my friends has that room too."
Misato bowed graciously. She could feel her eyes tearing up, but she couldn't explain why. She just knew she was feeling a flurry of emotions and was very happy the man didn't seem to judge her for not actually saying anything.
The man then walked off, leading Misato to her room.
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-New Girl, New Beginning-
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Misato had continued to follow the man for about 5 minutes as they made their way to Misato's room. Every so often, he'd stop and point out some notable person or building, and he even stopped to catch a butterfly that had landed on a tree.
Gently, he cupped the little bug in his hand, making sure not to damage its wings. Misato watched the delicate little creature crawl onto the tip of the man's finger before he poked Misato's nose and let the bug crawl onto her. Misato went cross-eyed watching the butterfly gently air its wings right on the tip of her nose before flying off to presumably look for some flowers.
Misato was in awe that a man strong enough to carry both her bags full of belongings could also be so gentle and able to handle such a small animal without harming it or even frightening it. In a way, he almost seemed to be in tune with nature.
Eventually, they continued on their way and arrived at a building, presumably the one that contained Misato's room.
Upon entering the building, Misato saw the interior was rather unconventional. In the center was a round room with stairs leading up to a second floor and two halls leading both left and right on both the ground floor and the upper floor. Looking up, Misato could see the ceiling was just a geometrically shaped skylight window. But, that wasn't the terribly unconventional part. The strange part was that there seemed to be no artificial lighting in the hall on the lower flood.
Inside the round entry room was a circular garden going along the walls of the room, the garden itself full of all kinds of plants, both long grasses and small trees. The floor was made of polished grey marble tiles as well as the garden that was built into the base of the wall.
Misato was totally amazed. She'd never seen anything like this before. The whole building seemed like a cave to Misato.
"It's a pretty nice little place, huh? I think you'll like it here. My building also has a skylight and I like coming outta my room at night to look at the stars through it. It helps clear my mind when my projects and studies are giving me trouble," the man said, sounding pretty impressed himself as well, "Supposedly, the people who built this place wanted to symbolize the importance of nature and knowledge. So, they combined the two and this is what you get I guess."
The man then continued on his way.
"Oh, and I know the halls on the lower floors are little dark. But, you don't gotta worry. The lights come on automatically at night. Most of the dorm buildings are lit entirely with natural light during the day… except for the actually dorm rooms. Those do have lights. But, yeah, combining nature and knowledge and all that, you know?"
Misato just shyly nodded and continued following the helpful but mysterious man until he set her bags down outside a door labeled R-12 on a sleek metal plaque.
The man tried to open the door, but found it was locked.
"Huh… that's odd."
The man then looked at Misato.
"I guess they didn't give you a key yet."
Misato shook her head no.
The man then flicked his wrist and a silvery key fell out of his sleeve into his left palm. Misato looked as though she'd just seen some kind of a magic trick. The man then unlocked the door quietly and gestured Misato in.
Misato timidly entered and saw a girl with blond hair sleeping on a bed on the far side of the room.
'Blonde hair? An American? Or a European?' Misato thought to herself.
Not that a language barrier would have mattered all that much considering Misato had been silent for over half a decade now.
The man tried as quietly as he could to bring Misato's bags into the room, without disturbing the sleeping woman. But one of the bags accidentally hit the door frame.
The blonde haired woman began to wake up and the man cursed to himself while muttering that he wasn't "used to traveling this heavy."
"Urrrgh," the sleeping woman groaned, "Who's there?"
"No one," The man said.
The woman shot up like a thunderclap had just struck right next to her.
"KAJI! H- How did you get in here! I told you to get rid of that key! You can't just barge in here whenever you want!"
Misato was surprised to see the woman's glasses hanging half off her face, but even more surprised she was speaking Japanese.
"Ugh! Ritsu! I did! But, your friend here just moved in and we used her key to get in and I was just helping her get situated."
"My friend!?"
It was then that blonde woman saw the young girl with dark violet hair standing slightly behind and to the side of Kaji.
"Oh… Oh, you! Yeah, I remember now! They said I was getting a roommate today. I- I meant to greet you more properly for our first meeting, but I fell asleep. Ugh, how unceremonious of me. I am Ritsuko Akagi, scientist extraordinaire. Ah, but that sounds a bit self aggrandizing. But, I promise to you, I've been studying since I was a little girl. And I aim to know everything there is to know about everything. So… even if I'm not a scientist extraordinaire right now, I will be someday. And on that day, I'll change the world… was uh… was that an okay introduction?" The young woman questioned as she adjusted her glasses awkwardly.
"Easy now, Ritsuko. Easy. Our friend here is shy and we don't need to be bombarding her with speeches right off the bat."
Ritsuko rubbed her arm bashfully.
"Oh, right, of course. So, uh… how 'bout we start smaller. Um… what's your name?"
"Ritsu, I told you, she's shy. She hasn't said a single word since I seen her."
"Oh, well, that's okay. What is your name? It's okay. You can tell me."
Misato blushed and looked at the floor.
"Her name was like Misako or Mikoto or something. I saw it on her little sheet of paper she's holding there," the man seemingly named Kaji said.
Misato gasped and held the paper out in front of her frantically.
Ritsuko took the paper out of her hand and began skimming over it's contents.
"Misato… Katsuragi… That… that sounds familiar from somewhere, though I can't put my finger on where I've heard it before."
"Well, I got classes to attend. Can I trust you to keep an eye on her while I'm gone, Ritsuko?"
"While you're gone? This is my room. You shouldn't even be coming back. But yeah, I'll keep an eye on her… and you. You better not have been trying to lewd her before you brought her here. Is that why she's so quiet?"
"Oh, hell no, Ritsu. I was just making my way to class from the parking lot when I saw the little miss had dropped her stuff. I offered to help and it turned out she had the same room as you. So, I thought why not bring her all the way since I already knew how to get here."
"Yeah, right. More like you were just trying to ingratiate yourself to her so you could take advantage of her later."
Kaji let out a mocking gasp.
"Oh, Ritsuko. You know I would never do such a deceitful thing."
The man then winked and tried to leave the room. However, Misato quickly reached out her hand and grabbed him by the wrist before letting go just as quickly, as though she'd been burned. Kaji turned around and faced the girl questioningly only to find her bowing to him.
Kaji was appreciative of the girl's gesture, though he blushed to find his key to Ritsuko's room had fallen out of the sleeve of his shirt when Misato had grabbed him.
Misato also saw this and bent down even further to pick it up, her short, tight, black dress hiking dangerously high up the back of her thighs, allowing Ritsuko to catch just a peek of the girl's purple panties and a fair amount of the girl's lower butt.
Misato stood back up and awkwardly tried to straighten her dress back out as she handed the key back to Kaji, who left just as quickly as he possibly could.
"Wait a minute… he left with the key… he did leave with your key, right? Or… no… wait... that was his key. So he did still have it. That bastard, urgh! Well, I guess we'll need to get you your own key for real. But, first things first, are you really just shy? He didn't hurt you or anything?"
Misato shook her head no.
"No? No to what? No, you're not shy or no he didn't hurt you?"
Misato furiously shook her head no again.
"Uhhh… I think we're gonna need another way to communicate if you aren't gonna say anything."
Misato looked at the floor.
"Or, uh, wait. I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to be rude. I just meant… like, you really aren't gonna say anything to me? It's okay. I won't make fun of you if you have a weird voice or anything. So, you can just talk."
Misato pulled out out her phone and seemingly began typing something on it. Ritsuko found this odd, but went with it anyways. Before long, Misato glanced nervously at Ritsuko before hesitantly offering the phone to Ritsuko, But, as soon as Ritsuko began to reach for it, Misato immediately pulled it away from her, before once again holding it out halfheartedly, but then pulling it back into her chest again.
Ritsuko was thoroughly confused by the girl's seemingly timid actions. But when she looked at Misato, she could see she looked frantic and pleading, and maybe even somewhat distrusting, all the while a huge blush spreading across her face. Eventually, Ritsuko was able to piece together that Misato was nervous about someone just going through her phone and looking at all her private stuff.
"It's okay. I'm not going to look through anything you don't want me to see. I'll only look at what you show me.
Misato seemed to become less tense and she smiled before handing the phone over to Ritsuko.
Ritsuko gingerly took the phone from the girl and looked at what she'd typed.
I can't speak, was typed out onto some kind of digital notepad app.
Ritsuko looked up and handed the phone back to Misato.
"Oh… so… you can't speak… Like at all? You're mute?"
Misato nodded happily.
"Oh… I'm sorry… How did that happen?"
Misato once again looked down at her phone and began typing something before handing it back to Ritsuko for her to read.
I don't know. Something terrible happened one day. And, then the next day, I couldn't speak anymore. I haven't said anything in 6 years and I hope I never say anything ever again.
"Something bad? What do you mean you hope you never say anything again? Why would you want that?" Ritsuko asked as she handed the phone back to Misato, this time slightly beginning to become concerned for the girl's mental well being.
Misato once again typed something for Ritsuko, this time looking pretty downcast as she handed the phone over.
I don't deserve to say anything.
"Oh..." Ritsuko said sadly before handing the phone back to Misato.
Misato glanced to the floor at her left, her eyes seeming to loose a bit of their glimmer.
"But, what about Kaji. He didn't do anything pervy to you did he? He's kind of perma-horny."
Misato's eyes brightened a bit and she started typing on her phone again and soon handed it over to Ritsuko.
No. He was very kind and was a gentleman. He's also kind of hot, but I didn't tell him because... I can't.
"A gentleman? That doesn't sound like Kaji at all. He's always going after every girl he sees. He even went after me. And, I don't think I'm even all that attractive. The only reason we're friends is because we have a good number of classes together."
Misato snatched her phone back from Ritsuko before typing on it again and shoving it back to her.
Don't say that. You're pretty cute. I would know. I like girls.
Ritsuko blushed reading this.
"Oh… uh, thanks… you're pretty cute yourself. So… you're a lesbian?"
Misato shook her head no and once again, took her phone, typed out a statement, and exchanged it with Ritsuko.
I'm bisexual. I like girls and boys.
"Oh… Oh, gosh. Of course. I forgot you said Kaji was hot. But, wow, that's kind of intense. Boys and girls, huh? So… have you ever had a girlfriend before? I'm curious."
Misato snatched her phone away again, even though it was a yes or no question and she should have been able to answer without text.
No. But there was one girl I liked once. We never did anything, but I liked her. That was a lifetime ago though.
"A lifetime ago? How old are you? You're making it sound like you're really old."
Misato held up all of her fingers before folding one of her thumbs down and then putting it back up repeatedly.
"Nineteen? You're nineteen?"
Misato nodded a yes to the blonde woman.
"Oh, you're a year younger than me. I think a year younger than Kaji too. He's twenty I'm pretty sure. But, oh, speaking of Kaji, have you ever had a boyfriend before?"
Misato once again took the phone and began texting even though it was once again just a yes or no question.
No. I've never had a real boyfriend. But, I almost fucked one boy when I was a lot younger. But, nothing happened.
Ritsuko's eyes widened when she read Misato's response.
"A… a lot younger? Oh god. Well then… I guess we can safely say you aren't shy giving out information like that. I guess the shy thing was just a misunderstanding on his part," Ritsuko said, handing Misato's phone back over.
Ritsuko looked at Misato's clothing. She did think it was a little strange to call a girl who dressed like her shy. Misato was wearing a nearly skin tight black dress that was very short, as Ritsuko had already seen when Misato bowed before Kaji. She could also see Misato's purple bra strap hanging slightly more off her left shoulder compared to the strap of her dress.
Yes, Ritsuko found that this was definitely not the way a shy girl would dress. All of Ritsuko's life, she found shy or other unconfident people would try to steer away from form fitting clothing. But this woman here, Misato… she might not be the most outgoing, but she certainly wasn't shy.
"Yeah… you certainly don't seem all that shy now that I get a better look at you."
Misato gave Ritsuko two thumbs up, winked her eye, and stuck her tongue out of her mouth playfully as though to confirm that she wasn't shy as much as she was instead trapped or restrained somehow.
"Well, I guess I can help you get unpacked and then we can go get you a key for the room."
Misato turned around and skipped over to where Kaji had left her baggage. She quickly unzipped it and leaned over to rummage through it, her dress once again hiking up and flashing her purple panties at Ritsuko.
"Agh! M-Misato! Uh… you might want to pull your skirt down.. I… I can see..."
Misato looked over her shoulder at Ritsuko questioningly.
"I can see… um… your p-panties, that's all."
Misato stood up and turned around to face Ritsuko. Misato bent over towards Ritsuko, showing her cleavage off to her. She then winked and held a taunting finger up to her smiling lips telling Ritsuko to be quiet and to not tell anyone.
Ritsuko found it slightly disconcerting that a mute girl was telling her to hush.
Misato then turned back around and began rummaging through her bag until she pulled out a little cross pendant on a necklace. She put it on and then pulled out her phone and began typing something again before handing the phone off to Ritsuko.
What color were my panties?
"Puh- purple," Ritsuko stuttered with a blush spreading across her face.
Misato took the phone back and typed out one simple word for Ritsuko.
Thanks.
For some reason, Ritsuko found herself breathless and she could feel her heart about to burst out of her chest.
Who was this woman? Whoever she was, she definitely wasn't shy and Ritsuko had never seen anyone like her before.
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2006 : Japan : Tokyo-2
The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced
9:40PM Japanese Standard Time
66 Degrees Fahrenheit | 19 Degrees Celsius
Cloudy : 27% Chance for Rain
"Okay, okay, we'll spendt the resht of tha night drinkink in my room," Ritsuko slurred.
Misato didn't answer, but Ritsuko could feel the woman nuzzling into her neck and hanging off of her, hugging Ritsuko's right arm into Misato's warm breasts.
Ritsuko felt like she was burning up with the alcohol inside of her and Misato leaning into her as they stumbled into their dorm building.
It had only been half a day maybe, but Ritsuko had found she was already becoming fast friends with Misato. And it was also probably one of the strangest friendships she'd ever had with a female for a myriad of reasons.
She'd never been friends with a mute girl. And she'd never been friends with a girl who, despite her disability, was showing the potential to be quite sexually provacative. And, she'd never been friends with a girl who like both men and women. But, in spite of their communication barriers, Ritsuko had somehow found herself drawn to her new quiet companion. And, judging by how the girl was currently clinging to her arm as she tried to make her way to her room, she figured Misato probably thought the same. She'd never seen a woman cling onto another woman so tightly in public. It was a little embarrassing at first, but she'd been able to shoo off the enquiring onlookers by telling them that Misato was a mute and was just trying to avoid loosing track of her.
Of course, that was earlier in the day when Misato was only holding her hand. Now though, Misato was practically cuddling with her as they walked and Ritsuko wasn't sure that excuse would work anymore. Though, to be fair, they were a bit drunk and might reasonably stumble into each other by accident.
"Agh, muuuh key," Ritsuko groaned as she clumsily grabbed her room key out of her purse.
She shoved the key into the lock, almost dropping it.
After the door was finally open, she tried to walk Misato over to her bed, but then remembered that the girl hadn't actually brought her own bed for some reason. Instead, Ritsuko tried to redirect herself to her own bed. And, after stumbling her way there, successfully managed to put Misato down on it. Though, in her drunkeness, Ritsuko slipped and fell on top of Misato's.
"Oof," Ritsuko huffed as her head fell down right on top of Misato's middling sized boobs.
Misato also let out a little "umph" from the collision, though it was hardly audible.
Ritsuko pushed herself back, though the bed was soft and compressible and brought her back a little closer to Misato.
"Wooow. Yoursa soft girl. A soft sooooooft girl. Oh maigh god, holy shit, your tits," Ritsuko said drunkenly.
Misato brushed her hair out of her eyes, her steaming alcohol infused breath floating up into Ritsuko's nose and intoxicating her further.
"Oh god. I'm soh sorry," Ritsuko said as she put her hand over her mouth, upset at herself for saying something so lewd.
Misato only smiled, winked, and held her finger up to her lips telling Ritsuko to keep it quiet.
Ritsuko stood up, her hand still over her mouth.
"I… uh…. I guess you can take ah shower first so there's'll be hot water for you," Ritsuko said, not realizing her hand was still cupped over her mouth as though she'd regretted accidentally uttering some deadly curse that had just killed someone.
Misato lazily got out of Ritsuko's bed and walked over to the small cramped bathroom. She smiled at Ritsuko one last time before closing the door.
"Oh muhy gawd, wat the fuck's wrong with me? Why would I talk 'bout her tits like that. We just met. Why would I say she'sa soft girl? Tht's so weird. Pleaz kill me," Ritsuko slurred quietly to herself.
Ritsuko heard the shower in the restroom turn on and that caught her attention and broke her out of her embarrassed monologue. She could see the light shining out from the bottom of the door and she could hear Misato's feet pattering on the floor. Suddenly, she heard a soft thump and a shadow fell in front of the door.
Ritsuko gasped, realizing that must have been Misato's dress.
There was another soft thump and a smaller shadow fell by the door.
Ritsuko's heart started pounding knowing it was probably Misato's bra.
"I'm sucha virgin. Oh gawd, this is sooo weird. I've never hada roommate before," Ritsuko whispered to herself as she put her hand on her heart, trying to calm herself.
Finally, there fell a show that made such a soft sound, it could barely be heard as it slipped down the woman's legs. Ritsuko's heart almost stopped as she knew Misato had taken off her panties.
"Oh muhy god, why'm I reacting like this? Is it just the alcohol or..."
Ritsuko had always considered herself to be straight. It wasn't something she'd ever questioned. But she was questioning it now. She couldn't tell for sure if it was just the excitement and awkwardness of having a roommate for the first time, or if it was just the alcohol, or if was the fact that maybe… she wasn't as straight as she'd originally though. Hell, it could have been all three. All Ritsuko knew was that her heart was pounding so hard it could break her ribs and that she was definitely aroused by the thought of Misato, this strange woman from out of the purple haze, stripping just behind the door she was right next to.
Ritsuko found the fingers of her right hand wandering over her thigh high stockings before her finger tips finally came into contact with flesh of her thighs that had been hiding under her white skirt all day. She kept going up and finally felt her pastel blue panties.
Ritsuko held her left hand over her mouth.
'Is this really a good idea. Even with the shower running, she could hear me. I'd have to be really quiet and fast.
Ritsuko was grinding her teeth, trying to make a decision. But, every second she remained indecisive was a second lost.
'Fuck, I'll just keep my clothes on but move my panties aside. I can't take it. It's just so hot.'
Ritsuko sat down on her mattress and pulled her panties away from her pussy while using her other hand to take her glasses off and set them on the table next to her bed.
After readjusting her panties, she gently inserted her middle and ring fingers inside of her while using the base of her thumb to rub her clit.
'Oh god, what am I doing? This is wrong,' Ritsuko thought to herself, though for some reason, the thought only served to arouse her further. The sense of urgency and the possibility of being caught made it exciting.
And it seemed like the excitement and her mental state would be necessary if she was going to cum fast enough to avoid being found out. The alcohol was numbing her sensations after all, so the mental stimulation would be crucial.
Ritsuko heard Misato open a bottle of soap, and Ritsuko's mind was suddenly flooded with images of Misato touching herself and rubbing soft aromatic foamy soap over every curve of her body.
Ritsuko let out a small moan by accident and immediately cupped her free hand to her mouth, hoping Misato hadn't heard her. Her heart rate shot up even further and she could feel herself getting wetter with every heartbeat.
She could hear her fingers making insanely hot squelching sounds as her sticky thick pussy juices inundated the space between her fingers every time she separated them and she could feel the fluids make her fingers slick when she closed them back together again.
"Uuuuuugh fuck," Ritsuko breathed into her hand, which was still clamped over mouth so hard it was causing her fingers to ache.
Ritsuko was trying as hard as she could to be quiet, but it was getting progressively harder. In an attempt to avoid accidentally moaning louder than she intended, she tried to control her volume by just breathing deeper and faster. But, this in itself wasn't the most quiet and she was just happy that her lewd sounds would hopefully be muffled by the sound of the shower.
It was simply too much to ask for her to be entirely dead silent now as she continued to rub circles over her clit while thinking about how Misato had flashed her and asked her what color her panties were. Ritsuko almost choked just thinking about it again. She was bold. They'd just met and she'd flashed her panties just like that. She was so flirty with her.
'She likes girls… Does she like me? Is that why she showed me her panties? Is she trying to say she wants me even though we just met?' Ritsuko wondered as her juices flowed out of her pussy and down the side of her bed.
Ritsuko was beginning to think she was in a dream. But, she was suddenly shaken out of it when she heard the shower stop.
'No, fuck, I'm so close!' Ritsuko lamented as she tried to quiet her breathing, cursing that Misato seemed to have showered to quickly
Ritsuko almost thought to stop, but she didn't. She started rubbing her clit furiously and slung sticky stands of her lewd lubricants all over the inside of her thighs and her panties as excitement and anticipation raised her arousal through the roof.
'What would she do if she caught me? Would she like it? Would she help me cum? Would she freak out?' Ritsuko thought to herself as her mind continued to run wild.
Ritsuko's legs spasmed from a sudden jolt of pleasure and she felt the wet spot that her flooding pussy had left soaking down the side of her bed.
"Oooooooh, so close," Ritsuko breathed as quietly as she could.
Feeling the wet spot she'd left made her think of the warm shower water that was probably running down Misato's body right this very instant.
Ritsuko tried to quiet the sounds of her skin colliding with itself, but she couldn't help but masturbate harder when she thought of Misato's own dripping wet body.
Ritsuko was barely able to hold back now. Little squeaks of pleasure were escaping her lips every so often and she was dearly hoping Misato couldn't hear. But, even though she was occasionally biting her lips to muffle herself, she wasn't sure she was doing a good job at staying silent.
She could hear Misato's feet pattering around inside the bathroom. She knew Misato was going to come out any second now. She glanced at the shadows coming from the bottom of the door as her pussy continued to make all kinds of lewd wet sloshing sounds and her hand started moving so fast, it had practically turned into a vibrator. She gasped, tried to grit her teeth, and then failed as she gasped again.
She heard Misato reach for what sounded like a towel. Ritsuko was beginning to panic, but she was so close now, she felt like all of her insides had been turned upside down. She just simply couldn't stop.
Squeaks and squeals were beginning to turn into one continuous and erotic high pitched moan. She was so fucking close. She was burning up inside. She absolutely couldn't stop.
'It's too late to turn back. Its- Its happening,' Ritsuko though to herself as her mind began to melt.
Ritsuko was right though. It really was too late to turn back. Misato opened the door of the bathroom and walked out in nothing but a two small towels. And as soon as Misato walked out, Ritsuko erupted.
She frantically stuffed both of her hands down to her crotch and closed her legs, trying to act as nonchalant and inconspicuous as she could. It took everything she had not to scream. But, what a sight Misato was. Ritsuko couldn't picture a more exquisite thing to behold as she leaked out syrupy viscous lewd smelling vaginal juices into both of her hands.
The mute girl was dressed in nothing but a pair of short fluffy pink towels. One was tied and wrapped around her waist and the other, Misato just loosely held in front of her breasts with her arm.
Ritsuko was completely floored. If she wasn't into girls before, she definitely was now. Ritsuko couldn't believe the curves on this girl. She was ridiculous and it looked like her tits still has some space to grow out more.
Misato pulled out her phone, but Ritsuko hardly noticed as she continued staring at the girl's toned stomach and her beautiful wet hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. Ritsuko hoped Misato didn't suspect anything, but Ritsuko knew that she could feel her juices dribbling down her fingers and falling from her knuckles to her ankles. And, that was going to make it difficult for Misato to not suspect something if she happened to see her dripping that much.
Suddenly, Misato held her phone out for Ritsuko to take and she panicked. The phone screen wasn't faced towards her, her panties weren't straightened at all, and her fingers were utterly glazed in sticky love juices. But, she was going to have to grab it and just try to act cool.
She timidly removed her hand from in between her thighs and grabbed the phone Misato was offering to her. Thankfully, she was able to avoid contact with Misato's fingers. She could only hope she'd be as lucky when she handed the phone back.
There were a couple typos, as Misato was drunk but for the most part, Ritsuko could read the message.
I showered quickly so you could also have some hot water left. Also, I understand if this is awkward for you. Its awkward for me too. But, I'll try to make the best of it.
"Aw, thank you, Misato," Ritsuko said, desperately trying to hide the fact she was in dire need of oxygen from masturbating so violently and quickly.
Ritsuko hesitantly handed the phone back to Misato, seeing in the dark that the woman had just the slightest smile on her face.
Misato reached for the phone, and her fingers did touch Ritsuko's, much to the faux blond girl's horror. Ritsuko almost gasped, but still tried to act cool. But she knew Misato knew. She could see the smile on Misato's face grow ever more sly as Misato's soft, refreshed, clean hand rubbed all over Ritsuko's slick lewd fingers.
"Oh god, you're so hot," Ritsuko accidentally spat out as she pulled her fingers away from Misato's hand.
Misato's eyes widened and she smiled a more content smile now.
"I mean, shit. I'm sorry. Your hair. It… it just looks really really nice when it's wet. Ugh, oh shit."
Misato smiled again even further and flipped her hair over her shoulder playfully.
Ritsuko meanwhile was trying not to freak out over how foolish she felt.
/
When Ritsuko had stepped out of the steamy bathroom, she had expected Misato to still be awake and drinking. After all, she had promised that they would continue drinking back in the dorm after Misato had told her she immensely enjoyed alcohol earlier in the day.
But, she stepped out of the shower and found that Misato was asleep… on Ritsuko's own bed.
This somewhat flustered Ritsuko. Despite the fact she thought Misato was flirting with her, she wasn't entirely sure if that was actually the case. She'd misread people plenty of times before. And maybe this was just her misreading another person's intentions yet again. But… this felt different to Ritsuko.
"Misato… Katsuragi… who is Misato Katsuragi? Why does her name sound so familiar?" Ritsuko thought aloud as she wondered over to the bed.
She looked at the girl's soft skin seeming to glow in the moonlight. Thankfully, Misato had changed into her night clothes while Ritsuko was in the shower, so there wasn't too much skin to see. Though, her purple nighty was a bit suggestive itself. It showed off more than a fair amount of cleavage to Ritsuko.
Ritsuko almost became locked in some kind of trance as she observed the sleeping anomaly of the girl that was named Misato Katsuragi.
"Katsuragi..." Ritsuko said as she reached out and brushed Misato's supple warm cheek.
"Who are you? Where have I heard of you before? I swear I know you from somewhere."
Misato flinched in her sleep and Ritsuko jolted her hand away from the girl's cheek. She hadn't even realized she'd been stroking the girl's skin.
"Holy shit, I'm so gay now. What the fuck?"
A part of Ritsuko wanted to lay down next to Misato. It was her bed after all. But, another part of Ritsuko said it would be too weird for people who are essentially strangers to sleep in the same bed, even if they did hit it off earlier in the day and even if it was her bed.
"I guess… I'll just sleep on the floor."
/
Ritsuko wasn't sleeping very comfortably, obviously. She was sitting in the corner of a wall and trying to catch some shut eye. But any sleep she did manage to get was shallow and short lived.
So, when she felt something brushing against her cheek and hair, she woke up pretty quickly, only to regret opening her eyes as a bright phone screen was held in front of her face.
She saw a hand illuminated by the phone screen retreat into the darkness. Presumably, that hand is what had woken her up.
"Mghmm, Misato. Is that you?"
Obviously, with Misato being a mute, there was no answer other than the phone still remaining suspended in the darkness in front of her face.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot," Ritsuko said bashfully.
Ritsuko squinted, and tried to make out the words Misato was trying to show her.
I'm sorry for sleeping in your bed. I didn't think you'd sleep on the floor. I can sleep on the floor instead if you want. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I passed out by accident. I'm sorry.
"No, it's okay, Misato. I can sleep here. I'll be okay. You've had a long day."
Misato huffed and pulled her phone away from Ritsuko before furiously and quickly typing something and returning the phone to Ritsuko's face.
NO!
"What's wrong? Why not?"
Ritsuko's face was returned to the darkness as Misato's was illuminated by the phone instead as she typed a more elaborate response.
It is your bed. You can sleep in it.
"It's okay, Misato. You can have it for now," Ritsuko said groggily trying not to fall back to sleep.
Misato made some kind of strange nondescript irritated sound in the dark and yanked the phone away yet again before shoving it back into Ritsuko's face. Though, the girl had seemed to have fallen asleep while she was typing, so she caressed the side of her face to wake her up again.
Ritsuko's eyes shot open and read the message that was in front of her face.
Sleep with me! Sleep with me! Sleep with me!
"Misato, I… I'm not so sure about that. Is that really okay?"
Misato yanked the phone away again, making another frustrated sound knowing that someone out there in the universe thought that typing the same words three times in a row with exclamation marks wasn't a serious request.
Yes. It's okay. Really. Please sleep with me.
"Ugh, but Misato, what if someone finds out? They'd make fun of us. It's embarrassing."
Misato pulled the phone away, but instead of typing, this time, Misato used the phone to light up her face. In the dark, Ritsuko could see Misato was smiling, winking at her, and held her finger in front of her lips, as though she was non-verbally saying "Shush, I'll keep your dirty secrets if you keep mine."
Misato then typed something on the phone and held it back in front of Ritsuko's face.
I can't tell anyone. They'll only find out if you tell them. Please sleep with me. Please!
Ritsuko was almost a hundred percent sure Misato was flirting with her now.
"Okay… Okay. I guess I can sleep with you."
Ritsuko was thankful for the darkness. Her face was probably so red right now. She could feel Misato clinging to her arm as they both tumbled into bed together, one girl's hot smooth skin rubbing against the other girl. Ritsuko thought she was gonna have a heart attack or a panic attack or some kind of freak-out episode as she felt Misato's arms wrap around her waist and rib cage while also throwing the covers over the both of them with her leg.
Ritsuko had never, ever, had a significant other, and she was beginning to wonder if this is what it felt like. She could feel Misato's hot breath warming the back of her neck as the girl nuzzled into her hair. The feeling gave her the chills. Misato flung her leg over Ritsuko's, firmly shoving Misato's hips and crotch into Ritsuko's ass. On top of that, Ritsuko could also feel Misato's boobs squished against her shoulder blades as the girl hugged her even tighter, pressing her soft doughy breasts into Ritsuko's back even harder as time went on and the girl continually bound herself up with Ritsuko further.
Ritsuko almost choked on her spit because of the awkwardness, but somehow, she enjoyed it. The warmth and the gentle touching that is. She'd hardly ever been this close to anyone after her mother killed herself. Little did Ritsuko know, Misato was in the same boat of being starved for attention, touch, and love.
Neither mentioned it, and one of them couldn't even if she wanted to. So, for tonight, they simply sat in silence, each savoring the comfort the other offered.
/
-Girl Is The Word-
/
2006 : Japan : Tokyo-2
The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced
7:20AM Japanese Standard Time
82 Degrees Fahrenheit | 28 Degrees Celsius
Cloudy : 41% Chance for Rain
"So..." Ritsuko said as she sat on the side of her bed.
Misato sat cross legged on the floor at Ritsuko's feet and gazed at her attentively.
Out of habit, Ritsuko waited for Misato to say something, but she knew the girl wasn't going to.
"Um… well… sorry about last night," Ritsuko said awkwardly.
Misato just smiled at the young woman.
"I… hope it wasn't too weird or anything. I guess... I should go get another bed or a couch or something."
Misato vigorously shook her head no, which slightly surprised Ritsuko.
"You… you don't want your own bed?"
Misato pulled out her smartphone and opened her notepad app, typing up response before handing it to Ritsuko.
I've slept alone for a long time. I don't like it. I like sleeping with someone.
Ritsuko handed the phone back to Misato while also trying to hide the blush on her face.
"Hey, um… Misato. I know we just met and everything. But… and maybe… um… Shit, I can't talk. Uh… maybe this is a stupid question. But… are we… um… are you my... girlfriend?"
Misato just looked up and shrugged.
"Ah, right. I'm sorry. We just met. I shouldn't be talking like this. But… it's just… Well, I dunno. I've never slept with someone like you. I've… uh… actually never slept with anyone at all. I've never had a girlfrie- Er, I mean, a boyfr- ...I've never had anyone."
Misato just smiled and typed something on her phone to show to the obviously nervous woman in front of her.
You're cute.
"Oh, uh.. gosh. Thank you… I don't feel cute though."
Misato stood up from the floor before pushing Ritsuko back into the bed and hugging her.
Ritsuko could feel her face burning up from embarrassment.
"Uh, Misato. Listen! I'm really sorry about being all pervy yesterday. I've just… I've never had a roommate before. It's just exciting for me I guess."
Misato pulled away from Ritsuko before sitting next to her on the bed and typing something up for her.
Are you lonely?
Ritsuko felt awkward answering the question and scratched the back on her head.
"Uh… well. I don't like to make it all about me. I'm sure there's tons of lonely people out there," Ritsuko said, trying to deflect the question.
Misato brought her phone back up to her face and began typing something, not even trying to hide the annoyed look on her face.
I'm not asking about other people. I'm asking about you. Are YOU lonely?
Ritsuko blushed as she read the message. Misato sure did seem to be a pretty forward woman. Ritsuko wondered if that's what being a mute did to you. It must've been very frustrating not being able to get your thoughts across.
"Um… well… I guess I'm a little bit lonely."
Misato once again typed up a response on her phone.
I understand.
"You do?"
Misato nodded and began typing something up on her phone.
My parents are dead. I've been lonely for a long time. Even before they died.
"Oh… I see… You too then."
Misato's eyes widened a bit, worried she might have hurt Ritsuko.
"Or… well, my mother at least. My father divorced her when I was really young. I never really knew him. But, my mother… she was working on a really big project at her job… and… I guess the stress of… working there just got to be too much for her to put it mildly. She killed herself."
Misato gazed at Ritsuko with a sad expression. Ritsuko noticed this and decided that, maybe it was time to change the subject.
"But, uh… anyways. I guess we should get some breakfast before classes start. ...I kinda suck at cooking."
Misato once again started typing on her phone.
That's okay! I know how to cook. I'll make us something.
"You do!? Oh, well, that's excellent! It would be nice to have a roommate who knows how to make food."
Misato happily clapped her hands together before going over to one of her two bags of belongings. Ritsuko looked on curiously, eager to see what the young lady would pull from her bag. And, before long, Misato turned around holding a few cups of instant ramen, some curry powder, and a jar of instant coffee.
Ritsuko had to admit, when Misato said she knew how to cook, being an instant food chef wasn't exactly what Ritsuko had in mind. But, it was generous of the girl and it wasn't coming out of Ritsuko's wallet, so she didn't complain.
/
2006 : Japan : Tokyo-2
The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced
1:20PM Japanese Standard Time
87 Degrees Fahrenheit | 30 Degrees Celsius
Cloudy : 33% Chance for Rain
Just as she'd done yesterday, Ritsuko picked up Misato from her classroom had guided her to the cafeteria at around lunch time.
It was perhaps a little odd for Ritsuko to walk all the way to the other side of the school just to walk Misato to the cafeteria. But, knowing Misato couldn't speak, it helped Ritsuko feel safer about the girl if she just stayed put so she could pick her up.
'I need to make sure to get her phone number today. I don't want her getting lost from me. Or… I mean… just getting lost.'
Ritsuko was at the moment, about to enter the E building. And, as expected, Misato was waiting outside her classroom a couple doors down from Ritsuko.
"Hey, Misato!"
The girl's head shot towards Ritsuko and she then pranced her way over, her purple binder jostling under her arm.
"I wonder what they'll have for lunch today. Hopefully something good."
/
After getting their food, Ritsuko led Misato to an empty table out in the courtyard. She saw a couple people glance at them, but she tried to convince herself she was just being paranoid. Hopefully none of them had seen her and Misato drunkenly making their way back to their dorm last night.
After sitting down, Ritsuko pulled out her phone.
"Hey! I need to get your number if you don't mind. I don't want to lose you."
Misato looked at Ritsuko's phone for a second before looking back up at Ritsuko and blinking.
"Or, uh, wait, I didn't mean it like that. I meant I don't want you to get lost. So.. I just… uh… wanted your number so we could, uh, y'know… find each other… if you got lost."
"Did I hear someone asking for a girl's number?" a cocky voice said from behind Ritsuko.
"K- Kaji!" Ritsuko gasped as she turned around and saw the man standing behind her with a smirk.
"You know, Ritsu, you could try to be a bit more smoothe when asking for a lady's phone number," Kaji taunted.
"Hey! Where were you yesterday! You were supposed to sit with us at lunch!"
Kaji shrugged before sitting down next to Misato, making the girl blush.
"I was late to class yesterday after helping the little miss here. Decided to go in at lunch to see if the professor would help fill me in. Besides, I focus better when I'm hungry."
"Sounds, miserable."
"It might be. But, hey. I see you and the little miss here seem to be getting along well."
Kaji looked at Misato. She seemed to by typing something on her phone. Texting someone maybe?
"And, what was your name again?" Kaji asked.
The girl glanced up pleadingly for a second, though she seemed to be paying more attention to her phone.
"Misato. Misato Katsuragi," Ritsuko answered for the girl.
"Ah, she's still feeling shy, huh?"
"She's not shy. She's mute. She can't talk."
Kaji's eyes widened in surprise.
"Wait, what!? You're serious?!"
"Yeah, just give her a second. I think she wants to talk to you."
Misato suddenly shoved her phone into Kaji's face.
"Huh!? What!?" Kaji asked in surprise.
Thank you for helping me yesterday. I'm sorry for making you late to class. I really appreciated you showing me to Ritsuko's room. It was very kind of you.
"Ah, geez. Well, it was no problem at all, uh… Miss… Uh Mis- Misato, right?"
Misato nodded and Kaji thought she could see a slight blush on her cheeks.
Misato suddenly yanked her phone away and typed something else up again before this time holding it for Ritsuko to see.
What should I say, Ritsuko? He's cute and I want to talk to him but I don't know how.
Ritsuko thought for a moment before whispering something into Misato's ear.
Misato's eyes shot wide open before she smiled devilishly and began typing something up and once again shoving the phone into Kaji's face.
Do you have a girlfriend?
Kaji looked a little taken aback.
"Do, I have a girlfriend? Uh, well, not right now. But, I used to."
Ritsuko blushed.
"Uh, Misato. I think that might've been a little bit too forward. That's not what I meant at all. You should be more subtle," Ritsuko said as she tried to distance herself from the idea that she'd suggested Misato such a thing to Kaji.
Misato just turned back to Ritsuko and shrugged.
"Hey, Ritsuko!" another male voice called out. Ritsuko looked up and saw her lab partner.
"Oh great," Ritsuko mumbled.
"Did you get anything else done on our project?"
"Uh, not yet. I was busy last night and yesterday. I got a new roommate and I was trying to help her get accustomed to her new life here."
"Oh, really? Is this her?" the man said as he glanced at Misato.
"Yeah, that's her," Ritsuko said.
"Oh, well, welcome to the Post Impact Scholasticate. I'm Shiro Tokita. I enrolled last semester, as did Ritsuko. Nice to meet you! What's your name."
"She can't talk. Her name is Misato," Ritsuko stated bluntly.
Shiro looked surprised for a second.
"Oh, my. I do apologize, Miss Misato."
The man then bowed at the silent girl before turning to Ritsuko.
"If you need any help with the project, please don't hesitate to ask me, okay Ritsuko!"
"Yeah, I will. I'll see you in class, Shiro," Ritsuko said, seemingly not all the interested.
The man then bowed again and walked off.
"I still don't get what you got against him," Kaji said.
"I don't have anything against him. I just don't want help on my projects and he also has a crush on me and it gets in the way of my work when he's always hitting on me while I'm trying to make progress."
"Oh, and here I though for a second you might say you prefer me over him," Kaji said mockingly, which earned him a glare from Ritsuko.
"Yeah, well… Maybe I already have someone else lined up," Ritsuko said defensively.
"Oh? Is that so? And who might this lucky man be?"
Ritsuko just gave Kaji a funny look that said he had no idea.
/
2006 : Japan : Tokyo-2
The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced
8:30PM Japanese Standard Time
79 Degrees Fahrenheit | 26 Degrees Celsius
Cloudy : 52% Chance for Rain
Ritsuko made her way back to her dormitory with Misato hanging on her arm once again. While not as drunk as they were last night, they had still walked down the street from the college to a little alcohol store and gotten a few drink from there that they'd drunk in the school courtyard. But, as it was now dark, they had decided it might be good to head in for the night.
Ritsuko herself had a bottle of scotch as well as a few other things in her room, so it's not like they had to stop drinking.
However, unlike last night, this time, Misato had also convinced Ritsuko to let Kaji tag along. Ritsuko was against the idea herself, but she had a hard time saying no to Misato, and so, she relented, and Kaji was allowed to stay in Ritsuko's room for the night despite the fact that the dorm building she was in was meant to be for girls only.
Ritsuko herself was very paranoid walking down the hall to her room. She was afraid one of the other girls may leave their room and see Kaji. When she got to the door, she tried to grab for her key, but Misato had slipped and ended up pushing Ritsuko into the wall, her face burying into Ritsuko's small tits.
"Ugh, Misato, I needa get my key." Ritsuko groaned drunkenly as she felt Misato breathing her hot breath into her cleavage.
"Don't worry, Ritsu. I got it," Kaji said as he deftly pulled a key practically out of thin air.
Ritsuko was almost amazed at how the key seemed to just have appeared out of nowhere and she wondered if Kaji had pulled the same thing on Misato in an attempt to enchant her perception of him.
"Ugh, you need to get rid of that key. How'd you even get it in the first place?"
"Ah, but that's a secret Ritsu."
"Uh, whatever."
At that, Ritsuko cast her gaze to the ground. She didn't know if she should feel frustrated or not. If Kaji had the key all along, she surmised he probably didn't have any intention of harming her. However, she still wasn't entirely comfortable with a man having a key to her room, even if that man was someone she could loosely call a friend.
After unlocking the door, Kaji held it open for the two ladies and bowed as they walked in.
"Ugh, I should be working on my stuff tonight, but I really don't want to," Ritsuko groaned as she set Misato on the bed.
"Oh, I see there's only one bed in here," Kaji said as he stepped inside and locked the door.
"Yeah! What about it?" Ritsuko asked defensively.
"Oh, nothing. I just wonder which of you slept on the floor last night."
"Th-that's none of your concern!" Ritsuko said as a blush stained her cheeks.
"Whoa, easy now, Ritsu. Though, your reaction makes me wonder if one of you even did sleep on the floor."
Ritsuko gasped, and Kaji saw Misato grow a smirk on her face, which was covered in a blush as well.
"Haha, I'm just kidding. Though, you two are acting pretty suspicious," Kaji said has he rubbed his chin.
"What! N-no! You're just being perverted!," Ritsuko stated weakly.
"Eh, maybe I am. And maybe you are too."
Ritsuko blushed even harder before turning to Misato and trying to smile.
"Hey, Misato. Why don't you take a shower first?"
Misato smiled back at Ritsuko and nodded. She lightly stepped into the bathroom. She began to shut the door but quickly leaned back out and gave quick a wink to Kaji and a sweet smile to Ritsuko.
After Misato had shut the door, Kaji let out a sigh.
"Well, I guess you're right. She really isn't all that shy. Poor thing just happens to be cursed with quietude."
"Yeah… it's kinda sad. She told me she doesn't even know how it happened. Just woke up one day and her voice was gone… or something like that."
"Geez, for real? Must've been pretty scary."
"Yeah, maybe. She made it sound like she knew it was coming though. She said something bad happened the day before she lost her voice… She didn't tell me what. But, she said both of her parents are dead. I wonder… if it had something to do with that."
"I guess she ain't all that different from us then, huh, Ritsu. Though, something tells me that's not all there is too it. We don't have our parents. But, we aren't mute. There must be something else."
"Maybe she's just handling it badly?"
"Yeah, maybe. But, I still get the feeling there's something more.
"Like what?"
"I dunno. I couldn't say for sure. It's just a suspicion."
"Oh no..." Ritsuko said in a worried voice.
"Huh? What?"
"It's Misato!"
"What? What's wrong with her?"
"She didn't bring her change of clothes into the restroom with her! It's going to be just like last night!" Ritsuko gasped.
"Oh… Man, you had me worried for a second there. I thought it was something serious."
"Gah! It is serious! You can't look at her when she comes out!"
"Right, well, I'll just close my eyes."
"Ugh, yeah right. Pervert."
"Oh, Ritsuko, you misjudge me. I'll respect her privacy."
"Yeah, I'm not sure I believe that. Like… at all."
"Well, if she wants to come out in the nude, who are we to say otherwise? I will respect her privacy. But, maybe she doesn't want privacy."
"See, you're being a pervert!" Ritsuko hissed as she pointed at the man accusingly.
"I promise you, Ritsuko. I will cover my eyes when she comes out."
As they waited for Misato to finish washing herself, Kaji and Ritsuko continued talking, mostly about school. Though, they wouldn't have much time to talk as, just like the night before, Misato had finished her shower rather quickly.
As soon as Ritsuko heard the water shut of, she held her breath and waited for Misato to come out. In an effort to hold Kaji to his promise, Ritsuko had decided to sit next to Kaji on the bed so that she could cover his eyes for him if he chose not to.
They could both hear Misato pattering around and grabbing towels on the other side of the door. Ritsuko glanced at Kaji to see his eyes still weren't shut.
"Hey, pervert, shut you eyes!" Ritsuko said as she shot her hand in front of his face.
"Hey, calm down, Ritsuko, she's hasn't even come out yet," Kaji said as he tried to push her hand out of his face.
"You idiot! That's the point."
Suddenly, they heard the door open and they both froze.
Out of the steam stepped Misato. And once again, she was barely covered by the two small towels, one wrapped around her waist and the other hung over her forearm in front of her tits.
"Oh my god," Ritsuko said in awe, completely forgetting about Kaji.
"Holy shit!" Kaji said, witnessing the girl nearly nude for the first time.
Misato leaned over playfully and winked at the both of them.
"What a tease," Kaji said, trying to keep himself in control.
Ritsuko stood up from the bed and approached Misato as though she we some kind of divine being.
"Mi-Misato… Are you wearing… do you have anything on under that? Anything at all?" Ritsuko managed to stammer out.
Misato pursed her lips into a tight smile and shook her head no.
Ritsuko put her hand on her chest to try to slow down her heart.
"Oh… Oh shit. My heart!" Ritsuko said breathily.
"Ey, Ritsuko! What's with that reaction?" Kaji said as he saw the faux blonde girl stumbling around, almost about to fall over.
The man stood up from the bed trying to see what was wrong with his friend, though, she suddenly lost her footing and he bolted forward to catch her.
"Sheesh, and she said I was the pervert."
Ritsuko looked like she was in some kind of trance as Kaji held her up in his arms.
Kaji glanced up at Misato, who appeared to have a cheeky grin on her face and seemed to be laughing silently.
He then looked down at Ritsuko again.
"Stupid girl. What was that about?" Kaji asked half mockingly.
Ritsuko seemed to be lost in her own world and was entirely unable to answer.
Misato leaned down and brushed her fingers across Ritsuko's cheek, causing the girl to shiver and moan. This caused Misato to put her free hand over her mouth and chuckle silently.
"Hey, Ritsuko! Seriously. Are you okay? You're kinda scaring me."
Ritsuko still seemed to be incapable of speech.
"Hey, I'm gonna take you to the nurse if you don't get your shit together, Ritsuko."
Ritsuko finally seemed to be shaken out of whatever kind of episode she was having.
"N-no! Don't take me to the nurse! It's embarrassing. I can take care of myself!" Ritsuko stuttered.
"Oh, can you now!? Then care to tell us what's going on?" Kaji retorted.
"I… I was just feeling light headed. That's all," Ritsuko said as she tried to hide her blush.
"You think you'll be able to shower by yourself?" Kaji asked.
"Y-yeah. Sure."
"Alright then."
Kaji placed his other hand under Ritsuko's thigh, which earned him a glare from Ritsuko.
"Hey, pervert! Get you hand outta my skirt!"
"Oh, do calm down, Ritsu. I'm just gonna carry you to the bathroom."
"C-carry! You can't carry me!"
Though, before she could protest any further, she was lifted up. Kaji felt her wrap her arms around his neck, trying to make sure she wouldn't fall.
He then took the few steps to the bathroom and tried to set her on her feet. Though, she almost fell back into Kaji's chest and then onto the counter after she got embarrassed and tried to pull away from him too quickly.
"Hey, hey, easy now, Ritsuko. Don't slip. I don't want you cracking your skull tonight."
After Ritsuko found her balance, she tried to straighten her skirt out.
"Ugh, I guess you aren't all bad," Ritsuko mumbled.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Ugh, it means… get out and let me undress."
"Okay, but just make sure you stay safe."
"Yes, yes! Now get out! And get your erection under control! I can see it through your pants," Ritsuko scolded.
"Hey! You were looking at her too, you know!" Kaji retorted defensively, causing Ritsuko to scowl at him.
After that, Kaji left the room promptly and Ritsuko tried her best not to slam the door.
"She's feisty sometimes. But she's nice," Kaji said as he walked over and sat next to Misato on the old rickety bed.
Misato, nodded, still holding her towel in front of her.
"So, you, uh… you always this… uh… open with people?"
Misato tilted her head left and right, seemingly trying to say it might have been an on and off thing.
She then grabbed her phone and began typing with her free hand.
Sometimes. It depends. Its just the way I was raised.
"The way you were raised?" Kaji asked, not understanding what Misato was implying.
Misato nodded.
"You were raised to just… be provocative, then?" Kaji asked.
Misato shook her head no and began typing again.
I guess it might be better to say I wasn't raised. Conditioned might be a better word.
"Huh… well, you sound like you have a big story to tell. It's a shame you can't speak."
Misato smiled back at Kaji before she started typing on her phone yet again.
Cover your eyes. I'm going to change if that's okay with you.
"Oh, uh, of course," The man said as he put his hand in front of his eyes and laid back on the bed so he was facing the ceiling.
He felt Misato leave the bed and heard her unzip one of her bags. He could hear her pulling out some clothing, and though he wanted to look, he resisted the urge. He then heard one of her feet raise into the air and then the other. He assumed she must've just slipped on some panties. Finally, the sound of her slipping some thin fabric over her head could be heard, though, he still restrained himself from looking.
He gasped quietly as he felt a small hand wrap around his wrist and pull his hand away from his eyes. He immediately saw Misato looming over him. He tried to keep his cool, but she was really nice looking and seemed sweet enough.
Kaji sat back up in the bed, trying not to seem like he was totally entranced with the girl. Though, seeing she was in a deep purple nightie that was probably a bit too small for her and showed off quite a bit of her cleavage, he figured he was doing a pretty poor job of hiding his awe. The girl seemed to notice and she leaned forward while using her forearms to squeeze her cleavage together.
For a second, Kaji tried to resist looking at the girls breasts, but when she winked at him, his resolve broke and he did finally cast his gaze to them. But, then he noticed something. Or at least he thought he did. It was something in between her breasts, but he couldn't see it well in the dim room.
"Wait, what's that?" Kaji said.
Misato blushed and she stood up straight and turned around.
"Hey, now. Come on. Don't be that way. Lemme see."
Misato shook her head no.
Kaji got up and tried talking to the girl.
"Hey, seriously. Are you okay? What was that? It looked like you might have been hurt."
Misato turned around, shielding her breasts from Kaji's view.
"Uh, look. I understand that it might have been in an awkward place, but…"
Misato looked at the floor.
"Hey, listen, I'm not gonna… I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to see if you're okay."
Kaji felt stupid saying that. But, he didn't really know what else to say. He didn't even know what exactly he had seen, but, given the way the girl had reacted, he was sure that there was something there.
"Will you let me see? I already saw some of it."
Misato seemed to think for a moment before finally hesitantly removing her hands from her bust.
Kaji finally got a good look at what he though he'd seen. He was surprised, but tried not to show too much of a reaction so he wouldn't embarrass the girl. It was clear that it was a touchy subject for her.
"Is that… a scar?"
Misato looked back at the ground.
"Hey," Kaji said as he lifted the girl's chin back up, "It's okay. I was just curious. You don't need to feel bad."
Misato rushed over to the bed and picked up her phone. She started typing out something quickly. Her hands were quivering and she seemed to be flustered. It was like she was frantic to get some response out. She then shoved her phone into Kaji's hands and resumed looking at the ground.
Yeah, it's a scar. I'm sorry. It's disgusting. Everyone I've ever tried to be close with has noticed it. It turns them off a lot. I'm sorry for being ugly. I just want to be a normal girl, and sometimes I forget I have it. I'm sorry for showing you.
Kaji looked up from the phone, his jaw slightly agape.
"Hey, no. Don't be sorry. You're okay. You're really pretty. Seriously, it's nothing to worry about. You're so gorgeous, it's unbelievable."
Misato glanced to her side and a little smile crossed her lips. Kaji could also see her blushing.
Misato held her hand out, and Kaji gave her phone back to her. She then typed on it and immediately handed it back.
You're really sweet. But, you don't need to lie. I know its hideous.
"No, no! It's really not," Kaji said, trying to reassure the girl, "I swear, you're stunning. Didn't you see how Ritsu almost collapsed when she saw you? You're literally drop dead gorgeous."
Misato's smile got a little bigger and she seemed to laugh silently.
"So, yeah, you seriously are pretty…. Uh, well, pretty I guess. You got nothing to worry about," Kaji said as he handed her phone back to her.
Misato chewed on her fingernails bashfully, straining to accept Kaji's compliments. A life time of doubt had damaged her ability to accept complements at face value, but she wanted to believe that what Kaji said was true, because, if it was, there were at least two people here who seemed to find her at least mildly attractive and they were both under the same roof as her.
Maybe, finally, after all this time, Misato had found some place she belonged.
/
"Shit… I'm gay. I'm so gay. I'm totally a lesbian… I think." Ritsuko was frantically whispering to herself.
She'd just gotten out of the shower and she was supposed to be getting dressed, but instead she found herself nervously pacing back and forth in her pink panties.
"Oh god, that was so embarrassing. I can't believe he had to carry me in here. What's gotten into me?"
Ritsuko looked at the door. Stepping out of it seemed like such a dreadful idea. But, staying locked in the bathroom would only make her situation worse.
"Ugh, okay. I'll just have to act like nothing happened and everything will be fine… maybe."
Ritsuko quickly pulled on some soft white velvety pants and a matching top, both comfortable enough to sleep in. She then reached for the door handle. For a moment, she second guessed herself, but then psyched herself up and tried to open the door as confidently as she could.
She immediately noticed Misato was no longer wrapped in towels and was instead dressed in a sultry purple nightie. She let out a little gasp.
"Agh! Kaji, you didn't make her change in front of you, did you?"
"Ah, come on, Ritsu. I covered my eyes."
Ritsuko wasn't entirely sure if she believed him at first, but seeing how relaxed Misato seemed, she dropped the topic.
"Well… is everyone still up for drinking tonight? I still have a bottle of scotch under my bed."
"You bet I am," Kaji said.
Misato, of course, didn't say anything. But she did seem to shoot to attention at the mention of alcohol.
Though, as the girl sat up, Ritsuko also noticed the scar in between Misato's breasts. She hadn't noticed it last night. She'd kept it covered with the towel when she'd emerged from the shower, and by the time Ritsuko had gotten out of the shower herself, Misato had already been asleep.
But she noticed it now, and Misato seemed to realized she saw it as well.
"Oh… Misato… your… uh..." Ritsuko gestured around her own chest area.
Misato looked at Kaji, hoping he'd say something for her.
"Oh, that. Yeah. She has a scar." Kaji said, taking Misato's hint.
"Oh no… you poor thing." Ritsuko said.
"She's still real pretty though, don't you think? I could almost faint" Kaji said mockingly, trying to lighten the mood again.
Ritsuko didn't find this as funny, but she couldn't deny that she did find Misato beautiful.
/
2006 : Japan : Tokyo-2
The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced
10:10PM Japanese Standard Time
92 Degrees Fahrenheit | 33 Degrees Celsius
Clear Skies : 2% Chance for Rain
It had been several weeks since Misato had first arrived at the college. And, so far, she'd seemed to have really hit off her friendship with both Ritsuko and Kaji.
For Ritsuko, it had initially been difficult adjusting to having to live with a mute girl who constantly seemed to tease her sexually or in other ways. But, overall, Ritsuko had enjoyed the company, even if some of the quirks of her friendship with Misato had been… more quirky than most.
Ritsuko still felt a little strange about the idea of sleeping with Misato, but it had mostly become normal to her now. And, even if it was strange, she really didn't mind. She found a lot of comfort in the way Misato would hold her at night, even if it was frustrating to her than she didn't know if Misato was being flirty or just had different standards than most people.
Ritsuko felt like her friendship with Misato might've been a bit more than just a friendship, despite only knowing her for a few weeks. But, she tried not to look to deeply into it just because she didn't want to set herself up to be disappointed. Her feelings regarding Misato were only made more complex by the fact that Misato seemed to be almost just as flirty and suggestive with him. If Misato wasn't with Ritsuko, she was probably with Kaji. And, because of that, Kaji had been an even more regular visitor to Ritsuko's dorm than usual.
Though, truthfully, this had helped improve Ritsuko's perception of Kaji. She had been able to see a different side of the man. A more caring and nurturing side she hadn't seen before Misato had been around. It was almost like he'd wanted to keep her safe. Maybe because of her inability to talk, or maybe for some other reason.
As for how Misato was adapting to school life itself…
Well, it seemed to Ritsuko that the girl was lost and distracted. Sure, Ritsuko has screwed off with Misato the first few nights she'd been here. But, Ritsuko had work, essays, and projects to do, and she couldn't spend her time drinking every night, whereas Misato seemed to be enthralled by her new social connections with Ritsuko and Kaji and the easy access to alcohol both on and off the college campus. Most nights, she came back to the dorm drunk and clinging onto Kaji's shirt to prevent herself from falling over.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Ritsuko heard a key in her door and she glanced up from her desktop to see who it was, though she already knew it was Kaji and Misato.
The door opened and, as expected a drunk Misato almost fell over into the room. Luckily, Kaji had caught her and pulled her back up.
"Okay, girl, I think you need to sober up," The man said as he walked Misato over to Ritsuko's bed.
Misato seemed to have her arms flung around Kaji's neck and it looked to Ritsuko like she didn't want to let go. Kaji pushed her down onto the bed and Misato put on a pouting expression.
"Okay, miss. You stay here and I'll be back tomorrow," Kaji said to the clingy girl, trying to convince her to stay where she was.
Kaji then turned to leave Ritsuko's room
"Night, Ritsuko," the he said before he left.
"Yeah, night," Ritsuko mumbled back.
After the door shut, Ritsuko turned around to Misato, who seemed to be slightly irritated.
"Hey, Misato. Is everything okay?"
Misato looked up at the ceiling and sighed before she pulled her phone out and began typing.
Kaji said he wouldn't kiss me because I'm drunk.
Ritsuko looked back at Misato after handing her phone back.
"Well, that's okay, Misato. He's probably just trying to be respectful."
Misato gazed down at the floor a little sadly and Ritsuko thought she might have seen a few tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Aw, Misato. It's okay. I'm sure he'll kiss you when you're sober."
Misato started typing on her phone again and then quickly handed it to Ritsuko while trying to avoid eye contact.
He thinks I'm ugly. He doesn't like my scar.
"Oh, no, Misato. It's not that. I promise, it's not that at all," Ritsuko said reassuringly.
Misato took her phone back and began typing again.
You really think so?
"Yes, Misato. I promise. You're so pretty."
Misato made eye contact with Ritsuko and then took her phone back again so she could presumably ask another question.
Ritsuko's eyes widened at what Misato showed her next.
You'll kiss me, won't you? I haven't kissed anyone in a long time.
Ritsuko really wasn't sure how to answer, but she didn't want to hurt Misato's feelings.
"Oh, well," Ritsuko said, looking away from Misato as she tried to hide her blush, "I mean, I guess we could try it… But, I mean, only if you want to. Or, uh..."
Misato took her phone back from Ritsuko and threw it on the bed before grabbing Ritsuko by the arm and pulling her onto the bed too. Ritsuko uneasily got up from her chair and repositioned herself on the bed to the right of Misato.
Ritsuko balled her hand up into a fist and nervously held it in front of her mouth.
"I've never kissed anyone before," she said anxiously as Misato took her glasses and set them on the desk next to the bed.
Misato grabbed Ritsuko's wrist and moved it away from her mouth. She then smiled, winked, and held her finger up. But, instead of putting her finger on her own lips, she put it on Ritsuko's. Misato looked at Ritsuko with seductive eyes. Those calm sultry eyes. They could stop Ritsuko's heart.
Misato leaned forward, and time seemed to slow down for Ritsuko. She could feel Misato breathing on her face. Her heart felt like it was going to rupture. Ritsuko tensed up and gripped the bed sheets in her hands tightly. And then, she felt Misato's lips touch her own.
Ritsuko froze for a second. Misato pulled away but then immediately pressed her lips against Ritsuko's again while also placing her hands on Ritsuko's cheeks to pull her deeper into the kiss.
Ritsuko, finally unfroze and returned the kiss, letting her breath out in a moan. She released her bed sheet from her grip and placed one of her hands on the back of Misato's head and the other she put on the side of Misato's chest. She could feel the side of Misato's bra just under her dress.
Suddenly, Misato's tongue slithered into Ritsuko's mouth. She gasped, breathing through her nose and taking in the scent of Misato's hair. Misato then broke the kiss and took her hand off of Ritsuko's cheek and instead grabbed Ritsuko's jaw from below, pressing her fingers into Ritsuko's cheeks and causing her to pucker her lips more. Meanwhile, her other hand was now brushing through Ritsuko's hair.
Before Ritsuko knew what was happening, Misato's had plunged her tongue back into Ritsuko's mouth and she could feel Misato's lip balm rubbing off on her own lips. Misato's long luscious eyelashes tickled Ritsuko's eyelids. Ritsuko thought that if this kept up, she'd die form a sensory overload.
Misato pushed Ritsuko down onto her bed, knocking some of the air out of the blonde girl's lungs. She then crawled on top of Ritsuko, never breaking the kiss for more than a moment. Ritsuko was now entirely at the mercy of Misato. She could feel Misato's large tits pressing against her own small ones and her crotch was only separated from Misato's by a couple inches and a few layers of clothes.
The air felt electrified to Ritsuko. She'd never felt anything like this before. She couldn't believe she was actually kissing someone. And it was a girl at that. This mysterious girl who came out of nowhere and was now demanding her attention.
Misato then sat up, breaking the kiss. Ritsuko felt a strand of spit still connecting their lips which then broke and dripped onto her neck and upper chest.
Misato grabbed her phone and began typing something on it before, of course, showing to Ritsuko.
I'm going to fuck you tonight.
"Oh, shit!" Ritsuko said breathily as she read Misato's messaged.
Misato crawled off Ritsuko and knelt down on the floor by the bed where Ritsuko was still laying down breathless. Misato then leaned over, raking her nails of the sides of Ritsuko's waist until they hooked on the elastic waistband of Ritsuko's white skirt. This made Ritsuko squirm in excitement, which brought a satisfied smirk to Misato's face. Misato leaned over further and bit down on the waist of Ritsuko's skirt before she slowly began pulling it down her legs.
Ritsuko could feel Misato's nose breathing on her stomach and thighs as Misato's teeth and nails slowly dragged Ritsuko's skirt down her body, revealing her frilly pink panties.
Ritsuko tried to sit up, but Misato immediately shot to her feet and placed her hand right between both of Ritsuko's small tits, pushing her back down.
'Oh fuck. She's serious. She's really going to fuck me. Oh fuck,' Ritsuko thought to herself as hot adrenaline seared through her.
Misato furiously threw her dress off and crawled back on top of Ritsuko, sitting her shapely ass right on top of Ritsuko's quickly dampening panties.
Misato then unbuttoned Ritsuko's shirt as quickly as she could. Ritsuko squeaked in anticipation as Misato unbuttoned her shit and placed her hand on Ritsuko's stomach before tracing her fingers up to the pale yellow bra Ritsuko was wearing. Ritsuko gasped as Misato unclasped the hooks, revealing her tiny dark pink nipples.
Ritsuko arched her back in an attempt to life her body up so Misato could throw the shirt and bra to the side. But, before she could straighten herself out, Misato leaned over and started sucking on Ritsuko's left nipple while lightly squeezing and twisting the other one in her hand. This caused Ritsuko to even further arch her stomach up to meet Misato's midriff.
"Aggghhhhh! Mmmmmf. Oooooh, shit!" Ritsuko moaned.
There was a popping sound as Misato pulled up from sucking on Ritsuko's nipple, leaving another strand of spit to drip all over Ritsuko's chest. Ritsuko gasped and finally relaxed her back. At the same time, Misato undid the clasps of her bra and threw it to the side before grabbing one of Ritsuko's hands by the wrist and guiding it to one of her tits. Ritsuko gasped again as she felt Misato's erect nipple in her palm.
"Oh shit," Ritsuko choked as she lightly squeezed and kneaded Misato's breast.
For a second Ritsuko also placed her hand on Misato's scar before quickly returning her attentions to Misato's boob to give it another squeeze.
Misato crawled off Ritsuko and the bed. She then grabbed her phone and typed something out for Ritsuko.
I want to show you something. It's something I used to do to help me feel better about how I looked.
Ritsuko nodded silently and Misato then held her phone back up to her face so she could presumably find the thing she wanted to show Ritsuko. After a couple seconds, Misato handed the phone to Ritsuko. Ritsuko took the phone and saw what appeared to be a picture gallery.
But, it wasn't just any picture gallery. It was one full of nude pictures of Misato that she herself had taken.
Ritsuko put her hand over her mouth and gasped.
"Oh my god, you're so beautiful," Ritsuko squealed.
While Ritsuko was looking at Misato's pictures and becoming quite awestruck, Misato let her panties drop before then pulling off Ritsuko's, which caused her to gasp yet again.
Misato then got down on her knees and kissed each of Ritsuko's thighs, making the girl's breathing become excitably erratic.
Misato then spread Ritsuko's pussy lips and then spat into her vagina.
Misato laughed silently hearing Ritsuko gasp out an "Oh, shit."
Misato then kissed Ritsuko's pussy a few more times and spat into it again before also spitting onto her index and middle finger and attempting to slide them into Ritsuko's now dripping wet slit.
Misato didn't feel much resistance. Though she knew Ritsuko was a virgin, it was entirely possible her hymen had broken before this point, perhaps when using a tampon or playing with herself.
It didn't matter to Misato though. As much as she'd love to break someone's hymen herself, this also meant that Misato could now proceed without having to worry too much about hurting the girl.
Misato finished inserting her fingers into the girl, hearing an audible difference in how Ritsuko was breathing. Misato then placed her free hand on top of Ritsuko's abdomen, right above her womb, in the hope of stabilizing the girl who was likely going to be spasming uncontrollably in a few minutes.
"Oh my god, Misato," Ritsuko moaned.
She was nervous. This was Ritsuko's first time. It was simultaneously exciting and scary for her. She couldn't deny that she's been hoping for this to happen for awhile now, especially since she was already 20 now. But, she didn't picture it happening like this. She didn't picture it happening in college. She didn't imagine it happening in some small dark room. And she certainly didn't expect it to be with a girl who was probably considered to be out of her league by most other people.
Even so, Ritsuko couldn't help feeling the way she felt right now. There was something so strangely hot about it. It might not have been as romantic as she'd imagined, but the intimately dark room, the drunken and provocative girl who was now inside of her, and the phone in her hand full of Misato's nudes was arousing in a way that Ritsuko couldn't possibly describe.
She scrolled through the picture gallery, savoring each one as Misato twisted and plunged her fingers inside of her. There was one where she held her phone above her. She'd seemingly just gotten out of the shower before taking the picture as her hair was wet and her body was glistening. The phone was pointed down and displayed a top down view with Misato smiling as she held a few fingers in front of her lips teasingly while the water dripped down her tits.
Ritsuko swiped to the next picture and it showed one of Misato sitting in a bath. There were soap bubbles clinging to her tits rising out of the water. She also was holding up her hand, making a peace sign out of her fingers as she winked at the phone camera.
Ritsuko was about to swipe to the next picture, but instead found herself gasping as she felt Misato's mouth close in around her clit.
"Oh, fuck! Misato! Oh shit!" Ritsuko said as she put her free hand on the back of Misato's head and grabbed her hair.
Misato smirked, but tried not to get too distracted so she could focus on using her tongue to stimulate Ritsuko.
Ritsuko barely managed to hold Misato's phone without dropping it. She went to the next picture and saw yet another lewd picture of Misato. Everything was display. Nothing was hidden by the angle or covered by water. She could see Misato's clean pussy right there in the picture. In the picture, Misato was grabbing her right breast with her hand, her nipple peaking out in between her fingers. Her hips were swung to the side a bit and her legs were spread only a few inches. And, to top it off, Misato was biting her bottom lip with just a bit of a mischievous smile shining through.
The picture was too much for Ritsuko. She felt something shoot through her, though, she wasn't sure if it was Misato's fingers or adrenaline. She just knew that, as soon as she saw that picture, she felt something searing inside of her and her breath was taken away as one of her legs spasmed.
"Ughhh, fuck. Misato! Fuck!" Ritsuko moaned as she gripped Misato's hair harder.
Ritsuko continued scrolling through the pictures, her breathing becoming more and more ragged as time went on and her body becoming harder and harder to control as her legs kicked and then wrapped around Misato before then extending out to kick the air again when a surge of pleasure shot through her.
While scrolling through the pictures though, Ritsuko seemed to notice that, the further she went into back the gallery, the further in the past the pictures had been taken. This was, of course, only to be expected. That was how many picture galleries were organized. But, it seemed that it went back further than Ritsuko had thought it would.
Ritsuko could see that, the further back she went, the more pronounced Misato's scar had seemed to become and the smaller her tits became. Ritsuko was shocked that she could estimate Misato to look to be about seventeen in the current picture she had pulled up.
Ritsuko tried not think about it and continued scrolling while accepting the pleasure Misato was giving her. But, it became harder and harder to ignore. In every picture, Misato's scar seemed to become redder and more angry, her breasts seemed to become smaller, and her curves slowly straightened out. Finally, Ritsuko came across a picture where Misato's scar seemed to still be freshly healed and her breasts were so small, she could practically be described as flat-chested.
"Fuck! Ughh. Mi- Misato! Y- You look- Mmmh! Really… young in some of these- Uhfff! Pictures!"
Misato suddenly stopped what she was doing and looked up at Ritsuko, leaving trails of saliva dripping on the girl's lower body. She then smiled, winked, and put a finger over her lips, once again telling Ritsuko to be quiet. Misato then went back to finger-fucking the girl and sucking on her clit.
Before Ritsuko could ask anymore questions, her mind began to melt. Her heavy breathing turned into quiet shrieks of pleasure. Ritsuko could feel her entire body clenching, spasming, and then clenching again.
"Oh, fuck. Misato. I'm close! I'm gonna cum!"
This didn't discourage Misato to say the least. If anything, it made the girl's heart flutter as she continued to pleasure her friend.
"Ooooooh, Misatooooo! Fuuuck!"
Ritsuko's legs curled around Misato's head, pulling the mute girl's lips and tongue even closer to Ritsuko's clit. Misato could feel Ritsuko's insides spasming and clinching down on her fingers.
Ritsuko's juices mixed with Misato's saliva and were smeared all over Misato's lips and chin, seeping down the girls neck. Misato didn't was a single moment of the night. She crawled back on top of Ritsuko and immediately entered into a deep kiss with the girl, depositing Ritsuko's vaginal fluid directly into her own mouth.
Neither of the girl's seemed to care how sloppy the kiss was, for, as soon as Misato broke it, Ritsuko pulled her back into the kiss, not minding the fact Misato's chin was drenched in alcohol infused spit and girl cum.
Eventually, Misato and Ritsuko lost their sense of time. And, for all it mattered to them, that kiss could have lasted all night.
/
2006 : Japan : Tokyo-2
The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced
6:30AM Japanese Standard Time
81 Degrees Fahrenheit | 27 Degrees Celsius
Clear Skies : 3% Chance for Rain
It was relatively early in the morning, much to Kaji's relief, as he snuck into building R, he saw none of the girl's who resided in the dorms there walking about the halls.
He turned down one of the halls, making his way to Ritsuko's room. Though, now, it might be more appropriate to call it Ritsuko and Misato's room.
He pulled his key to the room out of… wherever he could have conceivably pulled it out of, and inserted the key into the door.
'Hopefully, she won't be too hung over from last night… And I also hope she's not upset about me not kissing her. I mean… she was drunk and we aren't even dating… it just… it wouldn't have been right... Gosh, I hope she doesn't mind cheap food. I don't have much money. It won't be much of a date if she thinks I'm a cheapskate.'
All kinds of thoughts were running through Kaji's head as he unlocked the door to the R-12 room. How was he going to impress Misato? If food didn't work, could a walk in the park? What if she didn't like nature as much as he did. But, no. She seemed to find it amusing when he put that butterfly on her nose on her first day.
Though, Kaji's mind went blank as he got the door open and saw Misato and Ritsuko laying on their bed on top of each other, completely nude and in a panic.
"DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK!" Ritsuko shouted as she frantically grabbed a pillow from her bed and threw it at Kaji.
Kaji still hadn't even fully processed what was happening and the pillow flew right into his face before softly thudding on the floor. He continued standing there as though nothing had happened.
"What are you doing just standing there!" Ritsuko shouted again, though this time not as loud.
"Wait, Ritsuko! Shhh! Shhh, shhh!" Kaji said, desperately trying to hush the woman so she wouldn't wake up every other girl in the building.
"Don't tell me to shush!" Ritsuko hissed.
Misato promptly quieted Ritsuko with a quick kiss before she got up from the bed and rushed to the door to shut it and drag Kaji into the room despite Ritsuko's protestations.
"Misato! What are you doing?! He can't be in here!" Ritsuko said, finally starting to quiet herself.
Misato just shrugged before dragging Kaji over to the bed.
"Uh, Misato? What's going on here?" Kaji asked, trying to keep his cool despite Misato forcefully shoving him onto the bed.
Misato didn't answer and instead just kissed him.
'Well, I guess she's not upset about last night then,' Kaji thought to himself as he stared into the distance with a slight blush.
He could feel Misato tearing at his shirt, trying to unbutton it. She'd gotten the first four buttons undone before Kaji halfheartedly grabbed her wrists.
"Misato, wait. Holy shit. You're ravenous." Kaji said, simultaneously become excited and a little fearful.
"Misato! Oh my god! Are you really doing this!?" Ritsuko asked in shock, trying to hide her breasts from Kaji.
Despite the frantic words being directed at her, Misato seemed to not notice. Or perhaps she just chose to ignore them considering she couldn't speak anyways.
Misato finally tore Kaji's shirt off and threw it to the side.
"Mother of God, I don't think I've ever met someone like you," Kaji said in shock.
Misato just smiled before putting her hands on Kaji's shoulders and rubbing them seductively.
"Aren't you going to stop her!?" Ritsuko asked in disbelief.
"I… I don't… think I... have the willpower to… stop her," Kaji mumbled as his urge to resist evaporated at Misato's touch.
Misato suddenly pushed him into a laid back position with a kiss.
"She's… Who… What is she… Oh my god… She's a succubus… Oh shit," Ritsuko said absentmindedly, watching in awe as Misato practically devour Kaji.
Ritsuko looked down at her crotch before then touching it and finding she was getting wet again. Seeing Misato just furiously go at the man made her wonder how anyone could be so sexually charged full of energy. Misato had already been ravaging her for most of the night, and now here she was throwing around this full grown man around like last night hadn't tired her out at all.
Ritsuko put a hand over her mouth as she watch a long thick strand of lubricants slowly drip out of Misato's tight pussy and onto Kaji's pants. She didn't even know someone could get that wet. She could only guess at how long all of this sexual frustration had been building up inside of the girl. Had it been weeks? Months? Maybe even years? Just how starved was this girl? How long had she been denied? Ritsuko could see how, being mute, it might be hard for her to initiate with people, but this was absolutely ridiculous.
"Oh god, how?" was all Ritsuko could manage to say as she watched Misato crawl off Kaji, drop to her knees by the side of the bed, and begin tugging his pants down.
"Oh, hell. Such ferocity. Such tenacity," Kaji said, feeling Misato remove his boxers, pants, and shoes in one swift and continuous motion.
Ritsuko gasped as she saw Kaji's cock spring up into the air, narrowly missing Misato's face as it swung by.
Ritsuko saw Misato smile quite possibly the largest smile she'd ever seen grace the girl's face. The girl then grabbed her phone and began typing something up on it before handing it to Kaji.
Fuck my throat as hard as you like. I'm just a little toy, so be rough. It gets tighter the deeper you go.
Kaji took the phone and read it, noticing there was a flirty heart emoji at the end of the message.
As he looked up from the phone, he saw Misato laying on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed.
"What!? What does it say!?" Ritsuko asked frantically.
Kaji handed the phone to Ritsuko, though he almost dropped it as he wasn't paying attention to much other than Misato. Ritsuko barely managed to catch the phone, and when she read it, she blushed.
Misato was winking and her mouth was open as a waiting invitation. She also made an upside down heart shape out of her fingers so that it looked right side up from Kaji's point of view.
Ritsuko looked up from the phone before rushing to Kaji's side, seeing as he was about to slide his cock into Misato's mouth. Ritsuko wished she could say she was disgusted by the spectacle, but she was honestly enthralled by the site and couldn't divert her gaze.
Kaji stuck the head in Misato's mouth and she sucked on it, earning Misato a quiet "Shit," as Kaji experienced her sucking strength firsthand. Ritsuko put her hand over her mouth and looked on wide eyed as Kaji pushed in a bit further.
Kaji groaned as he pulled back and felt Misato's tongue slide across the top of the head of his cock. He then pushed back in as he breathed out. However, Misato didn't seem entirely satisfied with this and with no warning whatsoever, she grabbed the man's waist and forcefully pulled him deeper so that he actually penetrated her throat.
Ritsuko gasped and almost choked on her spit as she saw Kaji's cock ram into Misato's throat. She could see the shape of it as it caused Misato's throat to bulge so much. In fact, Misato's throat was so small and so tight that Ritsuko could actually make out the definition of the cock and point out which part was the head and which part was the shaft.
"Holy fuck!" Kaji said with a sharp inhale, "You really are something else."
"Oh my fuck," Ritsuko said, trying not choke, "Can… can she breathe?"
Kaji pulled back out before ramming back in now that he was starting to understand what Misato's expectations were.
Again, Ritsuko gasped when she saw Kaji's cock make Misato's throat bulge. It frightened her a bit… but a part of her couldn't deny that it was hot. And, as Ritsuko watched Kaji continue to almost viciously thrust into Misato's excessively small throat, Ritsuko found her fingers wandering back down to her leaking pussy.
"So, you're gonna stay and watch, huh Ritsuko?", Kaji said as he noticed the woman start fingering herself.
Ritsuko gave him a halfhearted glare while still trying to hide her breasts from the man.
"Well, I can't just go walking outside dressed in nothing," Ritsuko said defensively.
She knew this was an excuse though. She was lying to herself. She could dress herself and walk out any time she wanted. But she didn't. She found it hard to admit, but she was fascinated.
Misato suddenly reached out and grabbed Ritsuko's arm that she was using to hide her breasts from Kaji. She pulled her hand by the wrist and guided Ritsuko's hands onto Misato's own tits. This initially took Ritsuko by surprise. But, Ritsuko did as Misato wished and squeezed her tits and gently pinched her nipples with her hand she wasn't using for playing with herself.
"Ugggghhh, fuck, girl," Kaji growled as he continued to thrust deep into Misato's throat.
Ritsuko still continued to watch as Kaji's cock tore down Misato's throat, every thrust making a very large and very visible bulge swell in Misato's neck.
Though, a few second later, Ritsuko noticed Misato's face had turned completely red.
"Oh, god," Ritsuko moaned, "I think she need to breathe, Kaji."
"Oh shit," Kaji huffed as he pulled out of Misato's mouth.
Strands of spit hung onto Misato's lips and Kaji's cock before breaking and dripping all over Misato's face.
Misato took deep breaths, her tits rising and falling under Ritsuko's gentle touch. But, for as hard as she was breathing, she didn't cough a single time.
"Oh my god. She's not coughing… Does… Does she even have a gag reflex?" Ritsuko whimpered pleasurably.
Right about now, Kaji and Ritsuko were wondering just what in the hell kind of woman Misato was. Though, both of them were broken out of their musings as Misato had suddenly shoved Kaji's dick back down her throat. Misato then took Ritsuko's hand again and pridefully moved it from her tits onto her throat so that Ritsuko could feel every time her throat bulged.
For every second this continued, Ritsuko found it hotter and hotter. She could now feel Kaji's cock sliding in and out Misato's throat. Ritsuko thought this might be the most arousing thing she'd ever witnessed. She could feel the walls of Misato's throat straining to contain Kaji's cock. She could feel Misato's frantic heartbeat in her blood vessels. Ritsuko's mind was completely blown as she looked down at Misato's lewd and lusty face that was slowly reddening from a lack of oxygen.
"Oh god. Oh shit! That's so hot," Ritsuko whimpered as she felt little jolts of pleasure shooting through her own body.
"You're telling me. I usually last longer than this. I'm already about to bust," Kaji groaned.
"Oh my god! For real!? I've never seen a guy cum in real life before!" Ritsuko said, sounding a little more excited than she intended to.
"You're gonna see today!" Kaji growled as he tried not to collapse from the pleasure.
"Oh shit!" Ritsuko breathed out.
Ritsuko marveled at Misato's body. Every time Kaji thrust into her, her springy supple tits were thrown this way and that and her thighs shook like jello that had just been disturbed from it's stillness. The sweat on her skin looked like a sidewalk after a short and sudden downpour of rain. Ritsuko could feel how slick and hot her body was just by having her hand around her throat.
Kaji thrust his cock down her throat again, making Ritsuko dizzy with excitement as she felt the bulge in Misato's throat press against the palm of her hand. Ritsuko looked back at the girl's face and noticed Misato was turning red again.
"Oh god, Kaji. Oh fuck, I think she needs to breathe again."
Kaji groaned as he began pulling his dick out of the girl's throat. But, before he could, Misato's hands grabbed the man by his waist and pulled herself back into him, shoving his cock down her throat.
"Shit!" Kaji huffed as Misato remained firmly anchored to the man's cock.
Kaji was about at his breaking point and could feel himself about to release.
Ritsuko was taken completely by surprise by the girl's action. Kaji could no longer retreat from the girl and his cock was stuck firmly in her throat and couldn't move. Ritsuko could feel the man's cock starting to throb erratically inside of Misato's throat. She assumed he was about to cum. And this pushed Ritsuko over the edge herself.
"Oh, shit! Misato! Oh shit! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming," Ritsuko squealed.
The combination of Ritsuko's pleasure ridden scream and Misato's unbelievable dedication finally pushed Kaji over the edge and he came.
Within a split second, cum was spewing out of Misato's mouth and even her nose. Kaji could feel her trying to swallow it, and she did swallow most of it. But, there was simply too much and the cum started flooded out of her lips and dripped down her cheeks into her eyes and hair. And, when Misato felt Kaji's cock stop erupting, only then did she finally decide to let him go.
The girl was a mess. But she seemed to be proud of her accomplishment. Thick streams and strands of spit and cum clung to her cheeks, chin, and eyelashes. Her eyes were watering and leaving streaks of her black eye shadow trickling down her face. She gasped for air and the red slowly started to disappear from her face as she relaxed.
"Holy shit! What was that!?" Kaji asked, also breathing heavily.
"Oh my god. I can't believe what just happened," Ritsuko moaned as she fell back into the bed and threw her arm over her eyes.
Misato simply smiled and once again made her hands into a heart shape.
/
-The Mystery of Misato Katsuragi-
/
2006 : Japan : Tokyo-2
The Japanese Scholasticate of Renewal for the Displaced
11:20PM Japanese Standard Time
77 Degrees Fahrenheit | 25 Degrees Celsius
Cloudy : 14% Chance for Rain
"Katsuragi… Misato… Katsuragi… Who is Misato Katsuragi? Where have I heard that before?"
Ritsuko was supposed to be focusing on her class assignments. But, after the events that had taken place earlier that morning, she'd found that to be a rather strenuous task. Misato and Kaji had gone out on a date of sorts after classes had been dismissed. And, while they assured her that she was welcome to tag along, Ritsuko had declined citing that she had a lot of catching up to do.
But, it even now, she wasn't having any luck focusing. She'd already been distracted in every class she'd had that day, and is seemed like it wasn't going to be any different now.
"Katsuragi… I know I've heard that name somewhere before… But where? I've never seen anyone like her before. Is she… famous? No, no, no. If that were the case, everyone here would know who she is, right?"
Despite being relatively sure Misato wasn't famous, Ritsuko still pulled up a search engine on her computer and searched for things related to Misato's name.
'The owner of a soda brand? No, that doesn't seem right. Some social media accounts. A law firm. A character from a video game. No, no, no. Damn it, none of this is right at all,' Ritsuko thought to herself as she skimmed through the search results.
"Ugh, damn it," Ritsuko grumbled as she closed the browser.
She leaned back into her chair, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. She gazed around the room in frustration for a moment before her eyes came to rest on a picture frame sitting next to her computer tower. In the picture, Ritsuko appeared to be about eight to ten years old and was standing in front of her mother.
Something clicked in Ritsuko's mind.
"Wait..."
Ritsuko glanced around the room suspiciously. Though she knew no one was there, she couldn't be too careful.
Ritsuko got out of her chair and went over to her bed. Kneeling down, she felt around under the bed. She could feel a bottle of half empty scotch and another half drunken bottle of sake and her suitcase And then, her hand came to rest on a cardboard box.
She pulled out the box. Written on it in red marker was "Property of Ritsuko Akagi."
She opened the box. Much of the things in here were actually things that had belonged to her mother, Naoko, before she'd killed herself. Most of it was miscellaneous things; pictures, a few tea cups and postcard. But, Ritsuko had distinctly remembered seeing some of her work related materiel in it as well.
After digging around a bit, Ritsuko found a white binder with the word "Gehirn" on it, written in large red ink.
Carefully, she opened the binder. The damn thing was probably older than her. She flipped through a couple of dividers, one labeled as blueprints, another labeled theories. There was one that Ritsuko had explicitly remembered looking through once before. Yes, it was all coming back to her now. She flipped through a couple more pages and then she found it.
"Contact Experiment: Antarctica."
She opened the subsection and was greeted by a wall of text as well as a few images of a team of people in large puffy orange jackets. At least, most of them were in orange jackets anyways.
Ritsuko looked away from the picture and instead examined the document. She only needed to skim through it for a couple moments before seeing the words "Katsuragi Expedition."
She gasped.
"Oh… oh, no."
She read through a bit more of the text, finding the name of a man called Maero Katsuragi.
She then looked back at the picture. Most of the people where in orange coats. A few of them weren't however. Ritsuko took a closer look at each of the people not wearing orange. And, before long, she found a little girl in a purple coat carried by a man, probably her father. She looked to be around twelve to fourteen years old and, though it was hard to tell in the photograph, her hair seemed to have purple highlights.
"Wha… what!?" Ritsuko asked in shock, "No way… There… there's no way. That- That's impossible."
But as Ritsuko continued to look at the photograph, it became more and more obvious exactly who the little girl in the photograph was.
"That… that can't be…"
There was no mistaking it. The face. The eyes. The color of her hair. And, though Ritsuko didn't know all the details about what happened that day in Antarctica, she did know that something terrible had occurred there and it wasn't a meteorite like the media claimed it to be… and somehow, this girl tied back to whatever had happened that day. Somehow, this girl had seen the end of the world and lived to tell the tale.
Now, if only she could find the words to tell it.
"Mi- ...Misato."
/
Ritsuko heard the door to her room unlock. As expected, Kaji and Misato had come back from their date. And, thankfully, neither seemed to be all that drunk.
"So, did you get anything done, Ritsu?" Kaji asked as he walked into the room holding Misato's hand.
"Oh… Oh, yeah… I guess." Ritsuko said rather absentmindedly.
Misato let go of Kaji's hand and pranced over to Ritsuko. She wrapped her arms around Ritsuko's neck and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. Ritsuko tenderly placed her hand on Misato's arm and gave her a soft squeeze.
Misato released Ritsuko and started heading to the small kitchen. But, before she could get far, Ritsuko stopped her.
"Misato, wait!"
Misato turned around and glanced at her with a curious expression.
"I have something I need to talk to you about… both of you."
"Oh, well, alright," Kaji casually said as he walked over to Ritsuko.
Ritsuko looked flustered. And, she was. She had no idea how she was even supposed to initiate a conversation like this.
"Look… um… I dunno how to say this without making it sound creepy. But..."
Everyone sat in silence for a few moments before Kaji decided to try to encourage Ritsuko to speak.
"Ritsu, we can't help if you don't tell us what's going on."
"I know, I know! But… I'm just trying to figure out how to put it into words… Look… my mother… she used to work for some people."
"Okay..."
"Well, you both know she killed herself. And… when she died. I got some of her stuff. Though, some of it was related to her work and I think I got it by accident…" Ritsuko said as she pulled out the binder she'd been looking through earlier.
"Is everything okay, Ritsu? You seem a little shaken up?"
"...Maybe it's just better if I show you."
Ritsuko opened the binder, and, when she'd found the page covering the Katsuragi expedition, she hesitantly turned it around so that it was facing Kaji and Misato.
Ritsuko nervously pointed at the place in the picture Misato was in.
"Misato… I… I think that's you," Ritsuko said in a shaky voice.
"Wait, what the hell?" Kaji asked as he narrowed his eyes looking at the picture.
Ritsuko didn't need to wait for an answer from Misato. She could see tears welling up in the girl's eyes.
"Just what happened to you, Misato?" Ritsuko asked, the concern more than evident in her voice.
Misato looked down at the floor and shook her head.
"Misato?" Kaji asked as he caressed the girl's arm.
Suddenly, a soft weepy voice that Kaji and Ritsuko had never heard before came from the usually silent girl.
"I… survived," Misato cried, speaking for the first time in 6 years.
Ritsuko and Kaji sat stunned for a second. The couldn't believe the girl had just spoken. They almost didn't believe it was even her speaking. She hadn't made a single sound since they'd met her and now? Now she was speaking?
Kaji stroked his finger through the girl's hair, trying to comfort her.
"Oh my god, Misato. Oh no. I… I can't even imagine what you've gone through." Ritsuko said sadly.
"You don't want to imagine it," Misato whimpered as she shivered in Kaji's arms.
"Misato… I'm… I'm so sorry," Ritsuko said as she put her hand on the girl's arm and tried to comfort her.
Misato felt her legs fall out from under her and she collapsed to the floor. Luckily, Kaji caught her and sat her down. Ritsuko also sat down next to her, putting her hand on the girl's knee reassuringly.
"They lied! They all lied! The news lied. The government lied. I lied! My father lied!" Misato cried, burying her face into her hands, "He said he'd be right behind me! But he wasn't. He lied! He just stood there in the light and he disappeared. I remember every second. Every fucking second! It was there. That thing was there. And then it was white. All white. That humming. That disgusting humming. It shook the earth! I can still hear it! I can still… feel it inside me."
"Jesus Christ… Antarctica? Did… did she see the second impact," Kaji whispered to himself as he noticed the label on the tab of the divider said Antarctica.
"Misato… I- I'm not sure I understand. But, I'm so… so sorry. It… It must've been so horrible." Ritsuko said, rubbing the girl's leg as gently as she could.
"Mom… she died… It killed her too. It killed everyone. It killed so many people. I saw it. I saw it all. I saw it kill everyone. I saw it in my dreams. The Wings. The wings went on for miles. I saw it. I saw it. I see it every night. I see it. I still see it."
"What? You… You saw the meteor?" Kaji asked in disbelief.
"No… It wasn't a meteor. I saw it."
"Saw… Saw what, Misato? What is it?" Ritsuko asked in a wavering voice, she herself now starting to cry.
Misato finally pulled her gaze away from the floor and looked directly at Ritsuko, her eyes emotionless, but still leaking tears as though she were haunted or possessed.
Ritsuko saw Misato's mouth open to speak. She knew she was saying something. But, Ritsuko almost couldn't comprehend what she was hearing.
"I saw God...
…and on that day
…..… he took everyone
…..…..… that I ever cared about."
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*Eva credits roll and Fly Me to the Moon plays*
.
"So... that was pretty much the lewdest chapter so far, am I right or am I right, huh? Yeah, I know, I know. It wasn't with the pilots, but... we're getting there. It's a long story, alright. But listen, I have it on good authority that there will be some nice long juicy lewd scenes with our three favorite pilots in the future. And it'll blow all the other lewd scenes in the past outta the water. And that's a NERV productions guarantee!"
*Kaji appears from nowhere*
"Misato, you're making this sound like some kind of sales pitch propaganda."
"What!? How did you get in here!? I locked the door to the recording studio this time! I know I did."
*Kaji pulls key from nowhere*
*Kaji locks recording studio's door*
*Kaji looks at Misato ominously*
"There's always a way in, Misato. Especially when you're a secret agent, like me."
*Recording studio door knocks*
"Huh!? Who- Who's there!"
*Recording studio door opens*
*Fuyutsuki steps in*
"What are you doing Misato? We're on a tight schedule to get this chapter out and it's already late as is! Hurry it up with the chapter preview or I'll advise Gendo to take it out of your paycheck."
"Wait! How... How did you get in Co-director Fuyutsuki! Kaji had the key and he just locked the door! And I didn't hear you unlock it! Wait... where did Kaji go?"
"There's always a way in, Misato. Especially if you're the co-director of a high production budget story like me."
"What... what the hell is going on!?"
*Misato Panics*
*Misato has traumatic mental breakdown*
*Misato passes out*
*Misato wakes up on floor of recording studio*
*Misato ponders her situation*
"Oh... I'm alone... I guess I was alone all along... Just like always... But don't worry, everyone. Everything is perfectly fine inside my head- I mean, the NERV recording studio. Everything is great here. All the nice and totally real employees who work here and who aren't a figment of my imagination are great friends of mine. The pay is good too. And Mister Gendo always buys everyone Pizzas on Fridays before everyone goes home for the weekend... I never go home though. Why don't I go home I hear you ask? Because I just... I absolutely adore being stuck inside my head- I mean, my... place of employment.
But, anyhow... my script here says that... the next chapter... is still about me.. Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHA.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
ME!
ME, ME, ME! YES! I LOVE THIS! I LOVE BEING HERE! I LOVE CONSTANTLY RELIVING MY PAST IN THE MOST TRAUMATIC WAYS IMAGINABLE.
Yes, it says right here, the next chapter will be called... Conclusions In All Their Forms.
Make sure you stick around in the mad house so you get to see how it turns out! Who knows!? There may even be some fanservice!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
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