This is my first story with more reviews than favorites and follows. Let's please keep it that way. Tell me what you liked/dislike, what you want to see, what you think will happen and let's make story awesome together. Thank you everyone!
Reply to DigitalSiN'Saga: Glad you find him cute. My writing is working.
Reply to Tower Knight: Depression, stress and anxiety can directly and indirectly affect growth and this Makoto had very little of that.
Reply to Wenner69: About 20-25. The first five chapters will be slow but I will utilize a lot of time skips after the first full moon. This will not be a full novelization and the conclusion will occur well before 31st January.
Reply to pmxgamer: Thank you. I pray for his safety as well.
Reply to Fangirl: I can promise you that Hamuko is not in dream land. This is very real and I think thee for the double reviews.
"Mine…" The brunette growled to herself and she took note of every idle girl in the vicinity, every skank staring at her Makoto. Her grip around his soft, feeble hand grew tight and a hiss escaped her gritted teeth. Makoto was the center of attention for quite a few females in the busy streets of Port Island and Hamuko imprinted every face into her memory.
"Shiomi-san." Makoto tapped her shoulder and Hamuko yawned to give him the impression that she was fatigued but she was not. The brunette had enough energy to slaughter every girl within a five-mile radius and spare enough to make out with him. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Just a little tired." Hamuko said and did her best not to let annoyance slip into her sweet voice. Makoto had addressed her as Shiomi-san and not as Hamuko. Makoto was probably on a first-name basis with a lot of females at school and yet he had called her Shiomi-san. The fervent desire for torture grew but to avoid hurting him in a fit of jealous rage Hamuko withdrew her hand and faked another yawn. "I don't know much about Iwatodai so I've just been getting lost hehe."
"It can get confusing here I admit." Makoto chuckled and checked his cell phone. Tomorrow was another uneventful school day and he did not have much to do. "How about I show you around? If that is okay with you, Shiomi-san."
"Yes!" Hamuko almost shouted at him because this was exactly what she wanted. "Oh thank you Makoto-kun! Let's go!"
Makoto was pleased by her enthusiasm but friends were waiting for him at Wild-Duck Burger. "Sorry, but I'm a tiny bit busy today." He gave her an apologetic smile and upon seeing her disappointed face, he clasped his hands together to make it more personal. "First day of school so I'm tied up."
"Oh." Disappointed, Hamuko looked away and tried to keep her voice neutral and calm. She was tempted to ask Makoto if he had a girl waiting for him in some fancy hotel and just barely avoided blurting that out. "I see."
Makoto studied her face and winced. Not only was Hamuko disappointed she actually looked a little mad at being turned down and the blue-headed boy was already feeling terrible. "Sorry, Shiomi-san." He apologized profusely and drew an expensive-looking cellphone from his pocket. "I promise I'll give you a tour tomorrow. Let's exchange numbers if you are comfortable."
"No no, I'm sorry." Hamuko gave a sad sigh and dragged the conversation for a few more details regarding his life. His physical appearance was a lot different than the Makoto she knew so maybe his life was as well. "A guy like you probably has a…. girlfriend." The brunette almost hissed the word out and her stomach turned in jealousy. "And I would hate to impose."
"Girlfriend?" Makoto chuckled softly and his dismissive laugh made her heart flutter with joy and relief. "Nothing like that. I am single so you don't have to worry."
"Psh." Hamuko teased and wasted no time in flirting with her beloved, stepping closer and observing his adorable features. His gentle smile made her giggle and Hamuko made a mental note to kiss every inch of his face the first chance she got. "A cute guy like you? Hard to believe Makoto-kun."
"You're pretty cute yourself Shiomi-san." Makoto complimented her in return and Hamuko retrieved her cell phone from her purse, snapping a seductive wink at him and Makoto shared his contact information. She excitedly punched his number and saved his contact details with a grin under the name "My Makoto" and just like that step one was complete. "Tomorrow, same time and place?"
"I look forward to it." Hamuko smiled and raised her hand a little too high for a handshake and Makoto understood what she wanted. "Please be patient with me."
"I'll take good care of you." The blue-haired youth smiled and grasped her rather callous hand and the brunette giggled again, not shy at all. She clasped her mouth to block the squeal when Makoto brought her hand towards his mouth and kissed right above her knuckles. "I promise."
Satisfied that he had left the girl swooning and gushing over him, Makoto departed after saying his goodbye but Hamuko remained stood at the exact same place, her right hand unusually warm and her heart alive after a long time. "Makoto…" She moaned out not caring about the stares she was getting from the crowd. "You're even more charming than I remember."
With her objective complete, Hamuko left the shopping bags on the ground and ran toward her apartment faster than a world-class Triathlon athlete. Once she was inside the safety of her room she locked the door and collapsed, hitting her head on the way down but the pain was numb. Bliss and euphoria coursed through her nerves and Hamuko squirmed in delight, clenching her thighs together to stimulate her aching core. "Makoto…"
"My Makoto…" Hamuko stared at the same hand and it was still warmer than the rest of her body despite every inch of her burning with arousal. The kiss replayed in her head and Hamuko sat on her butt, panting and shuddering. "Just five minutes and you reduce me to this…"
"I need a bath." Even though getting up was hard, the brunette stood on her feet and started shedding off her clothes on her way to the shower. Her leggings slid down her trembling legs and Hamuko stripped out of her cardigan, now damp with sweat. She yanked her bra and stood outside the bathroom room in just her panties, now damp with arousal. "In more ways than one." She giggled and slid her panties down, stepping out of the garment and closing the door behind her.
Future plans involving her new lover and past memories of her old flame fed her lust and Hamuko moaned as loud as she pleased, with her two fingers buried into her womanhood. The lukewarm water from above cascaded down her needy body and compounded the desire bubbling in her stomach. "God…" Hamuko breathed out a shudder of pleasure, wiggling her fingers around as she pictured the fresh kiss, his lips so soft and sweet against her skin. She then imagined those same lips on every inch of her body, kissing her face, nibbling her neck, bruising her shoulder and collar bone, sucking her breasts and wrapping around her wet core. "Makoto…"
As fingers slid in and out of her rhythmically Hamuko recalled the time when she and her Makoto made love in the dorm showers after an especially strenuous Tartarus expedition. For a long time, she considered that one hour the best sex they ever had but those old memories were fading fast and the new Makoto she had met, the taller and better-looking blue-haired boy was at the forefront of her fantasies and Hamuko did not hold back when it came to fantasizing, dreaming of her favorite scenarios and all he would do to her once he puts his hands on her.
Wanton imagery of her new Makoto pounding her without mercy in the shower made her gasp and she stroked the mass of her nerves with her thumb, desperately seeking release. She could picture it all so perfectly. Inside her apartment, under the rain of cold water, his body against hers, frame bent over and pressed up against the glass and his lips next to her ear, growling in pleasure and reminding her that she belonged to him and nobody else, not even the Makoto in the previous world.
A surge of pleasure erupted when those whispers rang in her ear and Hamuko rode her fingers to an almost heavenly climax, screaming his name in ecstasy. Just one skin-to-skin contact with Makoto and she fingered herself to climax within minutes and as soon as the orgasm subsided, Hamuko slumped against the cold, wet wall, face flushed and drunk with lust. "You're making me so crazy already…" Moaned out Hamuko as she withdrew her fingers, eyeing the hand he had kissed. "I wish you were here with me…"
"Tomorrow then." Hamuko said, reaching down for the little bud of nerves and stroking her drenched folds lazily. She licked her lips at what she had planned for tomorrow and fastened the movement of her thumb to build up towards another orgasm, teeth gnawing her lower lip. "I'll make you mine."
"Yo guys sorry I'm late." Makoto waved at his two best friends as he returned to the restaurant and took a seat next to Junpei, helping himself to a burger from the mountain of food.
"Sure took your time." Junpei said, wolfing down his seventh burger. "Did you get lost on the way?"
"A girl was asking for directions." Makoto explained, taking a small bite and a sip of soda. "Had to help her out so it took a while."
"Bet you flirted with her too." Yukari said with a teasing smile, halfway finished with her fries. "No wonder you took a while."
"Ah come on." Makoto defended himself. He briefly considered telling his friends that the brunette he had just met did flirt with him but it was nothing too noteworthy so why bother? "I was just being nice."
"Cut it out Yuka-tan." Junpei interjected and went for another burger. "Besides, our boy Makoto already has his sights set on someone."
"Who?" Makoto asked curiously. Junpei shipped him with a different girl every year and he wondered who his soul mate was in 2009.
"Mitsuru-senpai of course!" Junpei said. "I mean the whole school is talking about you guys. You better get her before some billionaire playboy genius swoops her off her feet."
"Way out of my league, bro." Makoto admitted with a chuckle. "Besides Mitsuru-senpai and me…?"
"You know she got the eyes for you." Junpei patted his back and encouraged him to mingle with the empress. "Mister future student council president."
Makoto waved off his best friend and noticed that Yukari had grown quiet. She was not too fond of Mitsuru and they were talking about her right in front of her. "Hey, Yukari. Any archery meets coming up this year?" He said, changing the subject to something she could enjoy.
"Right after the first semester." The brunette girl responded with a sigh. "The team is a mess. This year will be rough for us."
The conversation moved on from Mitsuru and the three friends talked and talked for hours and the name of Hamuko Shiomi was not brought up even once by Makoto. After Makoto and Junpei finished off the massive order, the trio exited the restaurant and it was nighttime outside.
Yukari left for her new dorm and Makoto was about to head for his apartment when he noticed Junpei walking slowly. "Hey Junpei!" Makoto caught up to him and walked beside him. "Wait up."
"Sup dude?" Junpei forced a smile, grateful that Makoto had not left yet.
"Will you be okay?" Makoto asked keeping his voice low as the subject was personal. With the new school session, Junpei had to spend more time at home and Makoto he knew hated spending time with his father. "I mean… Your situation at home."
"I'll hang in there bro." Junpei assured his childhood friend and he widened the smile, now genuine. "Just one more year right?"
"My door is always open." Makoto offered for the hundredth time. "It's just me living alone so if you want to move in…"
Junpei shook his head. He already owed a lot to Makoto and anything more would risk would changing their friendship. "You need to stop worrying so much." The shorter male joked to lighten up mood, slapping the blue-haired boy on the back. "Mitsuru won't go out with you if you get wrinkles."
After sharing a laugh the two best friends said goodbye and Makoto rode his motorcycle back home. During the ride home he finally remembered that he had to show Shiomi-san around the city and he set up a reminder on his cellphone just in case.
Hamuko Shiomi was it? A rather interesting girl. She was flirty, spunky, attractive and definitely mildly interested in him but when his phone buzzed in his pocket, Makoto forgot all about her because his favorite person in the whole world was video-calling him. He held his device at arm's length before accepting the call.
"Hey Mom!" Makoto greeted the smiling face of his mother, Kotone Yuki, with the widest grin possible and they talked well into midnight.
Hamuko groaned into her pillow when she felt a soft poke on her shoulder. Getting sleep on such an unfamiliar bed in such a grubby-looking apartment, even after such a wonderful shower was hard enough and now she had to deal with a trespasser in her room. A quick analysis of the surroundings made her realize that the dark hour was in effect. Green hue. Lack of electronic beeping. General weariness. Dark hour indeed and now the identity of her trespasser was apparent.
"Hellooooo?" The blue-eyed child, an incomplete and amnesiac form of Death was her visitor, having followed her all the way to the suburbs of Iwatodai. "Are you awake?"
A few more pokes and nudges prompted Hamuko to sit up on her bed, in the direction of Pharos and the smile of the boy faltered when he saw the displeased expression on her face. She did not look happy at all and was even a little angry and the child did not know why.
"Good evening?" Pharos tilted his head, slightly concerned because he somehow knew a slap from her would hurt.
Hamuko did not return his greeting and frowned at him, weighing options in her mind. The child before her was responsible for a lot of tragedy in her life and as she was right now, Hamuko was capable of strangling and snapping his neck to end his sham of a life. The fact that he visited her meant Death resided within her in this timeline and she could kill him if she wanted and the option was very tempting. But at the same time the long-term consequences of such a drastic action were unknown and she decided to let him live.
"Please sign the contract." The child urged with a warm smile but it did not work on the brunette and she remained hostile. "Are you okay?"
"Tch." Hamuko eyed the contract in his grip with contempt. This hell started when she and Makoto signed it all the way back, thinking it was a regular dorm contract but it was not. They had sold their souls to the devil and the bastard was asking her to do it again.
She was considering shredding the contract but after a few calculated thoughts, Hamuko snatched the accursed paper from his hands and the quill. She scribbled her name on the blank space and when she was done she shoved the contract back in his hands and hissed. "Get lost."
"F-Farewell." Pharos disappeared at once, afraid as she looked ready to attack and hurt him.
Hamuko spat at his fading form and good riddance he was finally gone. She knew what awaited her now but before she went back to sleep, Hamuko slipped a cutting knife in her pocket and went over the plan until she fell asleep.
The familiar melody woke her up in the realm between dream and reality but something was odd. She had her eyes open and Igor was sitting across from her but the proprietor of the Velvet Room sat in silence, his frown deep and contemplative.
Right beside him stood Theodore and he looked normal and oblivious to her dark past. The brunette eyed the compendium in his arm and clenched her hands. Igor definitely knew a little but Theodore did not. This made her task easier.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room." Theodore was unnerved by the silence of his master and decided to welcome her personally, bowing deep as a gentleman would. "Let me introduce myself."
"I know you Theodore dear." Hamuko said in a sweet voice and stood up. Theodore was stunned that she knew her name beforehand and the brunette gave a seductive smile, leisurely made her way over to him. She tried her best to ignore the stare of Igor and once she reached Theodore, Hamuko cupped his jaw and giggled. "You are as handsome as always."
Theodore blushed when she stood on her toes to reach his lips but the charming smile on her face twisted to a scowl and the brunette took advantage of his surprise and smashed her knee into his crotch as hard as she could, and the male hunched over in pain. The golden-eyed male was definitely hurt by the unsuspecting shot and Hamuko snatched the compendium from his hands and drew the knife out of her pocket and with one slash she shredded the contract she had signed minutes ago. With the deed done she backed off just in case Theodore tried to attack her.
Igor had gotten up from his seat but he was still silent, his stare now a little impressed and slightly bewildered. Even someone like Igor did not see that coming and with the contract now in half, Hamuko was no longer a contracted guest and her body began to disappear, cradling the thick tome in her arms.
"I reject the rotten contract." Hamuko announced to the master of the realm just to be sure and grinned wickedly, only one desire rooted in her mind. "Good riddance!" After shouting at the two of them, the brunette disappeared back to the real world, never to return.
"Master what just happened?" croaked Theodore, still slightly hurt from the blow. "Was she a guest here previously?"
""Interesting…" Igor merely sat back on his seat and rested his chin on his bony fingers, impressed by the bold yet abrasive action of his former guest. "We shall see..."
Hamuko woke up in the real world and the thick tomb was clutched to her chest. She read the title, Le Grimoire on the cover and the same wicked smile came to her face. With this mythical book in her possession, the mission becamea lot easier but for now she had to sleep. Tomorrow was an important day and she needed her beauty sleep.
"Makoto…" Hamuko whispered in her sleep, a sultry smile on her face throughout the peaceful night.
When Hamuko woke up the next morning, she was giddy with excitement. Today, Makoto was going to show her around the city she already knew very well but he was going to be around her for possibly the whole day and that would give her a lot of time and opportunities to snare him. After a long shower, extensive make up and mirror rehearsals, Hamuko left for the meeting spot hours before.
Iwatodai Strip Mall was the destination and when Hamuko arrived there was barely a soul in sight as it was still quite early in the morning. The brunette took a seat on the bench and glanced at her watch every ten minutes, impatient and restless and she had just arrived. Unlike her, Makoto had to attend school and she had to wait. Now, the mall was starting to get crowded and Hamuko saw every pretty girl as her enemy, cursing and wishing misery upon each one so they would stay the hell away from her Makoto.
To pass time, Hamuko brought herself a box of takoyaki and a can of Mad Bull but even her favorite combo was not diverting her attention from Makoto and the possible dangers. Chihiro had approached him fairly early on in the school year in the previous timeline and it was possible she already knew the Makoto of this world. Maybe she was close to him too. Yuko was another girl he had to look out for and of course the female members of the SEES were her biggest threats. This time she was not taking any chances. Not after what happened last time.
Amidst her gory musings, Hamuko heard the revving of a motorcycle and gritted her teeth. The only person she knew to own a motorcycle was that bitch Mitsuru and if she was really passing through the brunette was not sure she would be able to control herself. Hamuko clenched a fistful of her skirt and her head remained low because one stare at Mitsuru and she was going to lose it.
"Shiomi-san!" Hamuko heard someone call her name and that voice was definitely not Mitsuru's. The voice calmed her down instantaneously and there was only boy capable of that. She raised her head and followed the voice. The motorcycle she heard earlier was parked a few yards away from her and the figure seated upon the vehicle was waving at her, wearing an extra-large coat over his school uniform. "Over here!"
It was Makoto and upon noticing him Hamuko got up from the bench and screamed at him in joy. "Makoto-kun!" Her excited shout made the boy blush and he sat on the side of his bike, bowing his head at Hamuko as a greeting when she came up to him. She did not bother bowing and raised her right hand towards him again, a coy smile on her face.
"Hello, Shiomi-san." Makoto found her demand cute and kissed her just the same as before, a little longer this time and the brunette giggled at the gesture. "Thank you for waiting. Apologies for being a little late."
Hamuko eyed his bike and the realization dawned on her. Oh God the bike belonged to Makoto and from a simple glance she could tell it was pretty expensive. He was already the man of her dreams but apparently he was rich as well. How perfect could one guy be?
"Nice motorcycle, Makoto-kun." Hamuko said , already excited at the prospect of sitting on the back and holding onto her Makoto as he drove her around the city. "Looks pretty cool."
"Thank you." Makoto scratched the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed as he had just met the girl and he was not going to force her. "We can take the monorail if you are not comfortable. I'll just park it here."
"Are you kidding?" Hamuko said incredulously, getting close to him and staring into his warm gray eyes. As if she would turn down a chance like this one. "I'm ready Makoto-kun. Take me for a ride!"
"If you insist." Makoto chuckled but before they could depart, he removed the heavy coat and gently placed it around her shoulders, making sure that she would remain comfortable and warm throughout the ride as the weather was pretty cold. "Please wear this. I don't want you to get sick tomorrow."
Somehow Hamuko was able to remain standing and she could only blink a few times at the incredibly sweet and wholesome gesture. One inhale and Hamuko was dizzy with his scent and she had to cross her legs so she would not collapse on the ground. Makoto had wrapped his coat around her to keep her warm and now he was wrapping her scarf around her neck properly, his face so close to hers and the same, calm and cute smile playing on his lips.
Took every ounce of willpower for Hamuko to restrain herself from grabbing his neck and pulling him for a hearty snog. But she stared at him all the way through and by the time Makoto withdrew she was a blushing mess, comfortably warm and snug with addition of his coat that was twice her size and covered her completely. All good for a long ride now.
"T-Thank you, Makoto." Hamuko smiled, leaving out the honorific on purpose as she was truly happy, swooning on her feet. "I'm ready to go."
"Well then, Shiomi-san." Makoto started his motorcycle and invited Hamuko to sit on the back. The girl took her seat and wrapped her arms around his waist, her broken heart at peace after such a long time. Makoto, alive and well, happy and free of pain was right beside her and she was holding him in her arms. "Hold on and let me know if I'm going too fast, okay?"
"Mmmm." Hamuko mumbled into his back, resting her cheek against and humming happily. She was this close from tearing up and could only nod against his jacket and Makoto chuckled. After kicking the stand of his motorcycle into place, the two drove off and the stray tear that had been building escaped her eye. Hamuko had cried a lot but this was a tear of pure joy and she came alive, screaming in joy over the buffeting winds and the roar of the engine.
"Mine..." She said and hugged him tightly, swearing on her life to never let go and on her soul to never allow anyone to take Makoto away from her again.
More smut in the next chapter so incognito plz. According to my notes these two chapters will be the only smutty ones for a long time. Let's see what Hamuko has planned.