Marisa quickly dashed back to Keine's home, her thoughts running across her mind as she ran.
Okay, so I know what it is, but how do I nab it….will I get it or not? And we'll hunt and we'll scrounge but we may never find it….that might not be good. And I know that everyone tells tiny lies, what's important is the size…..what if it was just a joke by Tewi…..but if I'm right and we track it down we might be able to capture it….it'll leave all of us free!
….But…my chances of being together with the were-hakutaku would be dead, and I'd have to go back to trying to get some sort of affection from Alice…like hell that'd ever work, hah! The sweet mild-mannered sensei with a forgiving personality is the one for me, although she's pushy and uptight…but that doesn't matter too much! Just have to confess….and then I'll tell her of the monster. I'll get rejected, I know I will, not like my behavior helped at all, but it's worth a shot. If she accepts me, then I'll be her's. Her witch, her Marisa, hell, I'd even put up with the undead boiler if she wanted me to, and that's pretty damn kind, if I do say so myself, da ze.
Oh…..there's the door. Feel like I'm stepping into hell itself. Hopefully it'll go we—
Marisa glanced down at the doorknob. It appeared to be a missile at the moment.
"Mimi-chan….?" She blinked, reaching for it. Automatically, it flew off, causing Marisa to yelp quite loudly, and for her to dash inside, slamming the door behind her. Keine walked out, hearing the commotion.
"…You look like you've just seen some sort of crime being committed…" Keine blinked, though she didn't seem surprised. "…What's the matter?"
And with that word, a tiny Marisa appeared on top of Keine's hat, hugging onto it, and rubbing the tassel while blushing...in a oddly sexual way. Marisa opened her mouth, but as no words came out, she merely pointed up at Keine's hat. Keine blinked, taking her hat off, but the tiny Marisa had disappeared already. Keine blinked, raising an eyebrow, confused, but Marisa only looked horrified.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?"
"Hat…..Marisa…..blush…."
"You blushed when you saw my hat?"
Marisa shook her head, leading to Keine thinking it was even more confusing. "Well….whatever. If you need me, I'll be in my room, as usual…" She began to walk off, but of course, the tiny Marisa appeared again, lifting up Keine's skirt.
White, purity, innocence, virgin, sex, Keine, sex, Marisa, sex, panties, tassel, rubbing, sex….d-da ze! A-Am I having a wet dream or something? No…no, she'd have called me mistress and been wearing nothing more than an apron then…..then what's going on….
Marisa blushed deeply, glancing around quickly with an embarrassed grin as Keine looked back at Marisa.
"Did you do something, Kirisame? You look guilty." She frowned, as Marisa shook her head.
"W-Wait….you see…" Marisa began to speak, just as a tiny Keine in underwear strutted past, winking at Marisa suggestively. "I-I've been having these feelings for someone and I was hoping you'd give me advice! You seem knowledgeable, da ze!"
"Me? Give you romance advice?" Keine blinked. "Well, I could, I suppose…I've only had one relationship before, but I suppose I could help."
"I've never fallen for anyone before, sensei, so I'd treasure your advice!" Marisa smiled. Keine blinked, suspicious, but walked into her room, motioning for Marisa to follow, as she did.
Idiot, idiot, idiot! She's not going to fall for your bullshit! Don't be so formal and just say 'Look, Keine, I realized something when I stayed with you. You're really pure despite being so mature and you've got big boo—no, no, scratch the part about big boobs.'
Just then, the tiny Marisa reappeared, and made a pelvic thrust motion, causing Marisa to grit her teeth and blush again.
The hell are the horny hallucinations coming from….wait….a minute. Shapeshifting….let me try something….
As the small Marisa still was doing her humping motion, Marisa flew up an inch, opening her eyes widely.
AHA!
The small Marisa seemed to realize this, and quickly disappeared, just as Keine looked over.
"Well? Are you coming?" Keine asked.
"Y-Yeah….just….can I be totally honest and upfront with you, sensei?" Marisa sighed.
Keine smiled weakly, and nodded. "Well, I'd like you to be."
"Good, well…..I've discovered two things across this week. One, I've discovered who the beast is by word-of-mouth. It's a beast named Nausicca, with the power to shapeshift and steal powers…it's been taunting me this whole afternoon in odd ways….and two….I….not sure how to say this…..I've….g-ggk…I've fallen for yo—"
Just then, the tiny Keine appeared quietly, and tripped Marisa, causing her to fall flat onto her face, as it disappeared instantly.
"Are you alright…?" Keine asked, looking down, a bit worried.
"Yes…I'm fine…" Damn Nausicca and damn hallucinations everywhere. Damn the mad hatter, damn the March hair, damn Alice…wait, she's not at fault, this time. "As I was saying, before the deadly beast tripped me with an awful imitation of you….I've fallen for you."
"….Fallen for me indeed. You're a delusional witch and you need to be taken care of."
"I-I'm not delusional, ze!"
"Yes, you are. There've been no 'imitations' here recently. You're seeing things, and so, unless you want me to place you in Eintei, I have to take care of you. Please don't fight back, I know delusional people often get strange feelings, but…I'm sure it's not real affection, Marisa." Keine smiled sincerely, helping Marisa up gently. "It's…it's not."
Just then, another tiny Keine appeared in a nurse's outfit, holding a clipboard and shaking her head displeasingly.
"I'm not delusional and it is real! There's one right next to you! Open your eyes, ze!"
Keine glanced down just as it disappeared.
"…Just…go get some rest, Kirisame…" Keine sighed, walking back into her room, frowning.
"K-Keine, wait…"
"I'll bring you some soup later. Leave me alone for the time being, alright?"
"…K-Keine…"
Feeling as though a heavy weight had just been put on her shoulders, Marisa slumped, and walked back to her room, much to the amusement of a giggling tiny Marisa.
Note to self: Making Keine depressed is a lot more horrible than making her angry. Making her angry just feels as though you've added to a bad day. Making her depressed makes you feel as though you've just destroyed something beautiful and precious...which….I probably did, da ze….
As soon as Marisa got to her room, she picked up a book, and slammed her head into the cover repeatedly.
Love hurts.