(Sorry for the wait. Life has been busy atm)
Megami was two strands away from chewing a hole through her delicate lace stocking she wore on her arm.
Sharing a ride with Ayano. Sharing a ride with AYANO! Her mind screamed in agony, causing her to bite down on her knuckle again, tearing straight through the material. She could care less. She'd bite through her flesh if she had to, all to keep the discomfort and panic from rising within her body. She sat at the opposite end of the limo from Ayano. Her silver eyes sank into the black haired-girl like a dagger in flesh. Her body shook in fury and it only worsened when knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop this.
How did her father know to inform her to give Ayano a lift? How was he aware of their conversation? She wondered. Perhaps it was all a coincidence. Maybe he intended on letting her know that she had to help Ayano show up if she needed to, but for forgot to mention it and he called to tell her this at the exact moment Ayano was asking for this very thing. This "favor".
FAVOR! There was no such word in Megami's vocabulary. There were no such things as "favors". You either asked and hoped that your request would be accepted, or it didn't happen at all. Favors existed everywhere in the school. Students performing tasks for another's benefit and being rewarded with some form of payment afterwards. Or before. Either or. The most popular "payment" going around in the school were the panty shots being taken and sold. The thought of some bold student, male or female, sneaking their phone up a girl's skirts and snapping a picture sent a chill through Megami and made her cross her legs, feeling violated.
"How disgusting!" Megami could only imagine what she'd do if she caught another student attempting to slide their phone in between her legs.
They would probably be waking up in the hospital. She figured she would use physical force until of said student was unconscious.
Whatever it may be, she was determined to put an end to this little "photography" going on. Her next action was cracking down on favors happening in school and class in general.
Ayano had told her that she NEEDED the FAVOR of getting a ride. Like she EXPECTED her to comply right then and there and make it happen. It's like she wouldn't take the possibility of her saying 'no' for an answer. Ayano's entitlement was getting on Megami's last nerve. She began biting her own flesh on her knuckle as she kept staring at the girl way across from her.
Ayano wasn't looking back at Megami. The other girl wasn't even existent in her mind anymore. She was instead on her phone, scrolling through the pictures of Taro –Senpai- she had taken without his knowledge. They were snapped through the course of the week, ranging from him going to his locker, to simply eating his lunch on the rooftop by himself. She stared at a particular picture where he was chewing food.
"I wouldn't mind eating after him. Of course not. I also would mind eating straight from out of his mouth. Even with the food already chewed. His saliva is precious to me. I would eat and drink from that mouth.." She fantasized about kissing him and sucking a beverage or food from his full mouth. Her own mouth began to salivate as her tongue peeked out and wetted her lips. Megami watched as Ayano licked her lips like she was craving something in sight. She wasn't even close to her, but could see how her eyes went a little wide, the pupils shrinking in excitement.
"She's such a Goddamn freak.." Her mind thought, making her yet again wonder why her father was wanting to invite her to a get together that some people paid him thousands to get into.
Ayano's concentration was disturbed when she heard the sound of something large and mechanic. They were gates opening, allowing the polished vehicle inside the Saikou property. Ayano's eyes widened for a new reason.
The property was divine. The grass was the deepest color of green she's ever laid eyes on. There were trimmed trees lined up in a pattern, surrounding statues and fountains. She didn't get to view it all long enough before the limo passed everything, entering through a castle-looking wall where it would park and drop its passengers off. Both girls felt the long vehicle stop. With Megami being closest to the door, she prepared herself, ready to get away from Ayano. A man wearing white gloves carefully opened the door to allow the passengers an exit. Megami may have been a little too eager to leave. She practically jumped at the door. With her mind moving faster than her legs, she stumbled and fell onto the stone ground, grunting in extreme frustration and embarrassment. She had also damaged more of her lace stockings..
The butler gasped, seeing the heiress to the Saikou Corporation take a fall. He bent down in record time to assist her.
"Madame Saikou! Are you alr-"
"I'M FINE!" She growled, picking herself up fast and brushing her clothes off. She ignored the stinging of her fresh scrapes and kept walking.
"Send her to the living room. I've done my job today!" She ordered the man, not wanting to spend another second around the other girl. She was finished with this terrible day.
Megami disappeared inside and would use the mansion's elevator to make a quick trip to her room. Not witnessing the fall (thankfully), Ayano slowly slid out of the limo, still gazing at what was around her.
"Miss..?" The butler waited for the girl to give him her name so he could address her more politely.
"Oh..uh..Aishi." Her gaze was broken when she had to answer him.
"Aishi! Miss Aishi, if you would please follow me this way." The man led her inside. Ayano couldn't get enough of the priceless decorations that made up the inside of the building, the portion where she was at least. She was struck with so much awe that Taro no longer distracted her mind. She traveled through a long corridor until she reached an enormous living room. There was furniture everywhere, and it looked to be the kind that would shrivel up and die if the sole of a shoe touched it.
"There's still another couple of hours before guests show up. So I'm afraid you must wait until then. But I assure you that Master Saikou will be pleased about your arrival. I insist that you make yourself comfortable while you wait." The man bowed to her politely and left the royal-like living room.
Ayano's dark eyes darted everywhere, taking in something new at every corner, even if she had already looked in the direction.
"My God..it's like a fantasy.." She thought to herself. Her hands shook as she took out her phone and began snapping pictures of the walls and decorations. There were paintings, gold trophies, medals, large vases and pots with gold on them, several book shelves.. even the PAPERWEIGHTS looked priceless!
She sent the first round of photos to Info-Chan. She waited about a minute before getting a reply.
*Normally I wouldn't care for randomness like this, but…Holy God..* It read. With no other reason to send anything else, Ayano backed up to a nearby couch and sat down gently. Her phone buzzed again.
*Actually..you could do something for me while you're in there. Are you alone?* Info had asked. Ayano began typing back.
*Yes. Why?* She sent.
BUZZ!
*You could try looking around for anything that might peak my interest.* Ayano read.
*Such as? There's not much of anything around besides millions of dollars worth of decoration and furniture.* She sent back.
BUZZ!
*You'd be surprised how the littlest things bring great importance. Try looking for pieces of paper that might be lying around. Sometimes people write down lists or information and then leave them sitting somewhere by accident.* Ayano was told.
"Ehh. Worth a shot. Besides, I have two hours to kill." Ayano decided and stood back up. She inspected a bookshelf and some of the novels it held. Most of them were over business practices and education. Definitely not something she wanted to invest her time into looking at. Being too afraid to go near any of the vases in case one of them happened to fall and shatter, she tried her luck with moving some of the heavy paperweights around.
Still nothing.
"Well damn.." Ayano whispered to herself.
"Looks like there's nothing here, Inf-"
"Did you lose something?" A male voice almost made her jump. She whipped herself around and saw a tall man with silver-white hair standing near a different corridor than the one she came from. He was wearing a black suit, looking casual. And rich.
It was Mr. Saikou! Ayano's sense yelled to her. His hair color gave it away, along with his eyes. Her blood ran cold, thinking that he had caught her trying to snoop around and was probably about to throw her out.
"I..no.." She struggled to think of an excuse as to why she was rummaging through all the furniture.
"I was just inspecting everything. I reeeally love it. Just had to get a closer look." She put on an innocent smile, holding back her sweat. The man had a sly smirk on his face, as if he found it amusing that she was nervous in seeing him. He started taking a few steps closer to her. Ayano's pulse rose in terror.
"Well that's quite alright. It's only natural for guests to do so. By all means, go ahead." He encouraged her. Ayano looked dumbfounded. She didn't move.
"Actually, you could do me a favor while you're over there.." He started, standing across from her now.
"Favor" There went that word again. Megami would think. IF she was in the same room with them. Ayano stayed quiet, her eyes locked on his. She didn't answer, but she waited for him to finish his request on what she could do to help out his mysterious situation.
"That couch you're next to. Could you possibly look under it? I lost my good pen this morning and I was sitting there. Maybe it had rolled under there somehow." He gave his reasoning as to why he needed her help.
"Oh.. Sure." Convinced to give it a look(and not wanting to be rude), Ayano got on her hands and knees and peered under the sofa. It was a hard angle, but she managed. Far back, she saw the glimmer of something dark and long. Like a pen.
"I think I see it." She informed him, feeling a little glad that she could be of use.
"Wonderful! Would you mind?" He asked, wanting her to retrieve so he could keep his dignity and not bend down on the floor.
"Certainly." She responded and began reaching her arm under the couch, having to adjust her angle and arch her back more. While attempting to grab the writing utensil, she heard the man making odd noises. It kind of sounded like he was humming, but the tone was one of enjoyment.
Too much enjoyment. Like someone was really enjoying a meal that they were eating.
Ayano suddenly felt the air conditioning hit her legs and.. her exposed underside due to the angle she was at. This was when she understood.
He was enjoying a certain SIGHT!
Ayano's body heated up, realizing what he was doing while she bent like this. She managed to grab the pen by this point and pulled it out from under the couch. Her body felt numb as she stood back up and straightened out her school skirt. She wasn't embarrassed. She didn't know WHAT she felt..
Flattered? No..that wasn't it.
Exposed? Maybe. She turned back around in Saikou's direction again. He was still standing tall, though his right hand was balled into a fist by his chest. He looked to be rubbing his fingers close together. Ayano walked over to him.
"Um..here you are." She held out the fancy pen, desperately trying not to look at him in the eyes.