Enjoy in celebration of 'Flutter Week'!!
Summer study session, my left arse! This 'studying' consisted mostly of head-scratching, pencil tossing and Tomo asking if they could learn about baby-making instead. At this point, everyone was passed out on the floor; exhaused by the sheer weight of KNOWLEDGE. Each had their own small space, yet Nyamo, who had been righteously PWNED by Yukari in the English speaking department, was curled up in an atom-ball within her own little world of self-loathing.
Amongst those lying about, one fluttered open her eyes upon sensing the missing presence of her compadre with her Tomo-Sense. Tomo stood, inverted, disconnected and transposed herself across half-dimensions looking for Yomi; all to no avail.
Finally, Tomo decided that Yomi would most likely be outside and not amongst the myriad verses that compose reality itself.
"Yo! Yomi! What up, ho!?", she called out, her voice echoing across the moors of England.
Yomi turned at the call and chuckled cruelly.
"BWahahhah!! Come!! Join me in death!!"
Tomo looked on as lighting struck the nearby beach and the dead around the world crawled from their graves.
"Eh?", she tilted her head in confusion.
Yomi let out a drawn sigh. "Just get over here and sit."
"The hell are you doing out here anyhow?", Tomo asked.
"Oh, just sitting and gazing out across the Plains of Dispair.", Yomi commented, flicking a rock down into the gaping abyss below.
"Cool. I was looking for you. I need your warmth to live!", Tomo squealed, grasping Yomi's shoulders roughly and drooling.
"Uhh...sure ya do.", Yomi spoke with a hint of fear. Last time Tomo drooled like that, a copious love-making session followed. From that day forward Yomi could not stand the sight of a live chicken.
"Besides, when people sit alone during the night it means they're thinking insighful thoughts! I can't let YOU have any of that!", Tomo protested, poking at Yomi sharply.
"hey! I was thinking of...uhh..umm..", Yomi stood and drew a long bastard sword instead of answering. "I was contemplating methods of Chaos!"
"Ah! I spy thy efforts!", Tomo expounded, drawing Hrunting, the sword of Unferth, and 'having at thee'.
The blades clashed in a rain of lightning and molten metal. The gods peered down from their perch in the heavens above to watch the combat earnestly.
"Tomo...why do you still carry that?", Yomi nodded towards Hrunting.
Tomo shrugged. "It's cool?"
"Right...", Yomi said, backing away from the stalemate and casting her blade to the ground. "I relinquish my power."
"Nary there be!", Tomo gasped, shivering profusely.
"Quite...", Yomi stared icily at Tomo, her glasses glinting in the eerie light of the molten lava spewing from Mount Doom.
She fell to her knees, her neck exposed like a pale wish.
"N-no...", Tomo shudderd at the thought. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
She screamed so loudly it echoed throughout the lands. Darth Vader would be pleased.
"You...you're not going through with it?", Yomi mumbled in awe.
"No, I cannot...", Tomo fell to her knees and took Yomi's hands in her own.
"Tomo...", Yomi gazed into her eyes, nay, her soul!
"Yomi, I cannot take the task.", she explained.
Yomi let out a small sigh and leaned towards Tomo. "Kiss me, you fiend. It is destiny."
Thusly, they kissed with plenty of sticky saliva and the swapping of the various amoeba that live within their mouths before separating.
"It is destiny that we stay together. Even if it means planning ahead!", Tomo spoke, shocking Yomi at just how mature she sounded.
"D-dare you be a mind-reader?", Yomi stuttered.
"Nay.", Tomo replied. "Logic is my tool! How else do you explain being together in school for twelve years?"
Yomi mulled over this fact; it was indeed true. Alas, it was the required schooling that they stayed together for. College was a different matter; they could end up on separate ends of the Earth! Curse the advent of affordable transportation!
They sat silently for a while longer, feeling the ultraviolet light tickle their skin. The moment was generally calm, yet with a hint of dispair flickering about like an epileptic butterfly.
"Ok, peace bitch!", Tomo said, standing and wandering back into Chiyo's summer home, whistling 'Dixie'.
Yomi watched Tomo leave, nearly tripping over a downed Jedi spacecraft along the way. It pained her deeply to keep her thoughts from Tomo. It burned her inside like syphillis. She knew Tomo could feel her despiration and that made her worry even more. Good gods, how she feared a future without Tomo.
Some say the separation of the two would destroy the Universe; so says Nostradumbass,brother of the famous prophet.
Yomi could not sit out there any longer, lest her mind gnaw away at itself and the brain matter drip from her ears. Instead she floated her way up to the roof of the house, using her shovel-head to dig a hole into Tomo's room. She dropped in and stood staring at the girl who was stuffing her face with the bloody remains of a raw badger.
Tomo still had her mouth full as she stared at Yomi, who in turn was covered with insulation and roofing materials. Blood dripped from the corner of Tomo's lips as she swallowed.
The tension increased to a suffocating level and the fabric of the Universe snapped for but a moment. The room inverted, decayed and turned inside-out, spraying matter amongst the furthest of stars before returning to normal.
"So whatcha' want?", Tomo asked finally.
Yomi took a deep inhalation of the ancient air and shivered. Taking a knee, she flipped her shirt over her head, standing topless in the crack of moonlight that filtered through the window.
"Make love to me!"
Silence reigned once more before abdicating the throne to the far more capable 'Noise'.
"...Wut?", Tomo asked. "Just outside you were thinking about how much you hated our last session!"
Yomi gasped and stood, pointing at Tomo with a shivering finger and a cold gaze.
"I KNEW YOU COULD READ MINDS, YOU BLASPHEMOUS SORCERESS!"
"Huh!?", Tomo cried, taking a defencive stance.
"You must be punished by the Hand of God!!", Yomi wailed as two robed men emerged from the shadows to grab Tomo in strong arms.
Tomo, being who she is, grinned broadly.
"You're a kinky one, aren't you?"
This attitude changed immediately when the men bound her to a wooden pole and started piling wood around her feet.
"Thou must be burned for thy witchcraft!", Yomi pronounced.
"Whaaa!? I can't control my mind!!", Tomo wailed, straining against the ropes.
"Tomo Takino, have you signed Satan's book with blood?", Yomi spoke in a firm tone, her eyes fixed to Tomo's.
"No! What the hell are you talking about!?", Tomo screamed.
"Nobody can hear your lies!", Yomi struck Tomo with the back of her fist, the impact spraying blood across the nearby oak wall.
Tomo panted heavily, sweating in fear at the audacious change in her best friend.
"Tomo Takino, have you given your virginity to the Devil, thus becoming his servant?", asked Yomi, her fist ready for another strike.
"I gave it to you, you moron!", Tomo cried, bloody spittle spattering Yomi's bare chest.
"Gracious gods!", Yomi squealed in anger, clasping her fingers around Tomo's throat. "I shall expoud something to you."
Tomo could only grunt as she was assaulted.
"Since the beginning of time, you and I have been soul-mates.", Yomi explained, wasting no words. "No matter our reincarnation, we have been together. Yet...this day I shall take that soul for my own and we will truly be one...Romantic, ne?"
A dastardly grin twisted Yomi's face as her lips touched Tomo's. In that moment, their minds were shared with the other.
Yomi's was filled with fear, Tomo saw this in those moments. From within, the girl was being torn apart as if by the claws of the Hyper Moose.
Tomo whimpered as her soul left her body. Alas, her fears were dispelled as she realized her new habitation in Yomi's mind included a pool and billiard table!!
"Fuckin' sweet!", Tomo squealed.
WHAM!!
Tomo knocked her head on the wooden table as she sat up in the darkness of the eclipsed pseudo-night. Around her lay the other girls, Yomi included, resting her head on Tomo's lap.
"Whoa...that was messed up.", Tomo whispered, idly prodding Yomi's head to make sure it had not detached.
"Of course it was odd, Tomo-chan.", said a mysterious voice that seemed to flow into her ears.
"Eh!?", Tomo squeaked, shifting her gaze about. She dare not stand up, lest she awaken Yomi and the others.
"Geez, Tomo...dare you be that ignorant?", said the voice as Tomo felt a hand rest on her shoulder.
"EEEK!", she squealed, jumping literally through the roof and plopping down on the beach not far from the house.
"No need to be so spastic.", the voice spoke again. "What your mind was telling you was the truth! You two are indeed soul-mates!"
"Cut the crap!", Tomo screamed to the sky. "Who do you think you are!?"
"...God.", said the voice as the sand nearby swirled ominously before a blonde-haired man with abnormaly large teeth popped out.
"NOOOO!! GET AWAY FROM ME GARY BUSEY!!", Tomo screamed. There was no end to her torment.
"Woah! Calm down there!", he said. "I only wanted to know if you wanted some Peeps.", he held out his hand in which were the lovely marshmallow sweets.
"Oh...cool. Thanks!", Tomo took one and chewed it liberally. "Why were ya talking all wierd before?"
Gary Busey shrugged and popped one into his mouth as well.
"I do that kind of shit to confuse people.", he said. "Peace!"
Thusly, he disappeared, leaving Tomo to wander back to the house on her own. All she knew was that Yomi direly needed her at this moment for moral support...or something like that.
Failure was NOT an option! It was a possibility, but not an option!
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Beyond the bounds of reality, a god sat in deep contemplation.
"Ah, it certainly has been quite some time since this story graciously enlightened our minds!", he egressed. "It certainly deserved this record."
His hand fluttered as the ink upon his quill recorded the events on Earth below in the mystic pages of the Cosmic Codex.
"It is a wonder something so simple would lead to a growing community of like-minded individuals, each with their own talents."
He was content with the results. The success was the greatest gift he could ask for in said situation, even if it seemed to develop of its own.
As if from a seed, it blooms.