AN: Turns out there is an anime con where I live in a few months. I need to get my first ever cosplay outfit in gear. Guess who I'm going as? Lucy/Nyu. God I'm so excited. I'm keeping tabs on Ebay for a cheap but nice looking wig, I'm going to make some Diiclonius Horns, and I am looking at sewing the green hat. As for the clothes… Well, That can be the next battle. Lol.
Kaede:I couldn't understand why Kohta had suddenly grown so uncomfortable, and with a sigh I walked into the bedroom that I assumed he and Yuka had shared. I wondered if they had attempted to mate, but given by Yuka's lack of smaller humans, I took that as a negative. Unless she was infertile. I preferred the first option, and was filled with jealousy I knew not how to contend with upon thoughts of another possibility. I walked over to the side table, and opened the drawer. Inside, alongside "normal" undergarments were a few more revealing pieces that made me internally cringe. I quickly grabbed what I needed, along with one of Kohta's shirts and a pair of pants that were a little long for me. I wondered if Yuka was still taller than me. I quickly got dressed, and when I opened the bedroom door, it seemed that Kohta was still in the kitchen where I had left him. My assumption was proved correct when I found him in the same spot, his features frozen in place as they had been before. "Kohta?" I murmur, hesitant in my speech. I wondered if he was hurt in some way, or if somehow my presence alone had made him fall ill. He remained silent for some time, and at some point had grabbed ahold of my hand. My vectors twitched anxiously, but it was a new type of anxiety. I feared not for my safety, but for his, and it was something new to me.
"Sorry.. You just…" He trailed off, his eyes scanning over me in a way that made my face grow warm. "Is that my shirt?" He then asked, his voice low and gravelly, and something along the lines of seductive. I could only nod, foreign emotions and temptations giving me the likeness of whiplash. He kissed my forehead, and I felt the warmth of his breath washing over my eyes as his hands found my back. We stayed in that warm embrace for some time, neither of us wanting to move. It was then that his lips began to travel, and I didn't fight it.
The warmth of his mouth paused upon my lips, and I met him at his distance giving him the lightest of a facial embrace. He made a low sound, of surprise I believe, and came upon me with force and passion unlike anything I had ever seen with Yuka. His hands tightened against my back, trailing down my spine. I arched my back in pleasure that was a shock to me, for never before had I had this intimacy, or the feelings that accompanied. It felt wrong, almost as if it were a heavenly delight that a servant of satan himself should not partake, but partake I did. Never did I want this moment to end, for Kohta… he had become my escape from the harsh reality that was myself.
His mouth had found its way to my throat, and my hands to his hair. First gently, and then with force, I tousled his black locks. He gave no indication of being in pain, and I had no control within me to stop, so continue we did. I felt a wall pressed behind me, and he put all of his members against mine. I couldn't understand what he was trying to do, but still I didn't stop him. It was as if his own pleasure was stimulating everything in my being. It seemed possible for the first time that I had more humanity in me than I had previously realized.
"Kohta." I whisper, his body giving a tremble as a response. His kisses and touches became more feverish, more frenzied, and I could feel an etch of sadness in his embrace. "What is wrong?" I could feel paranoia illuminating my features, and my body stiffen as a natural response. Fear was rising in me, for his sadness created a pain like no other, and I didn't know how to alleviate it. His hands guided themselves under my shirt, and puzzlement filled me.
"Nothing." He breathed, warm air billowing softly against my ear. A sweet scent filled my face in time with his now labored breathing and I felt his hands lightly fondling my breasts. "Nothing will be wrong so long as I have you." He breathes, putting a slight amount more weight on me. I still had my hands entangled in his hair, but my vectors were still free to touch him. I cautiously extend my vectors allowing them to caress his back, and he lets out a grunt of confusion.
"How…?" He asks, and I shake my head a smile forming against his lips. I could feel his tongue prodding against mine, his hands still placed against my breasts. His nimble fingers met a tender spot, and I emitted an involuntary moan. It was pleasure and … something similar to pain but I didn't want it to ever stop. It made me wonder if I was a masochist, or if perhaps all humans felt this way when placed in such a situation of intimacy. "Don't leave me." He whispers, his voice highlighted with slight panic he was clearly trying to shroud. I shake my head, thoughts of Yuka playing like a tape in my mind.
"I have to eventually." I murmur, disappointment matching within both him and myself. I didn't want to lose him, but I wasn't so sure I had a choice.
"Take me with you." He pleaded, the sudden loudness in his voice making me wince. I felt a wave of eagerness pass over me, replaced with impatience as his hands left my warm bodice, and replaced themselves on his sides. I shook my head, visions of men with guns and blood filling the streets. Flashes of the days I had spent in that place synonymous with hell, filled my eyes with tears. My lips hardened into a hard scowl, and I brushed Kohta out of the way as I walked outside. "Wait!" He yelled after me, his eyes wide with child-like confusion. I could only run my hair through my hands, and ignore him. I needed time alone, to think, and to process the dangers I was putting him in with my very existence being known.
Was I honestly selfish enough to elude my fate and embark in the fantasies I once had as a child? I was no human, and it was time to stop acting like it. I wanted to seek out vengeance. All the people who had once hurt me… they needed to suffer. I felt the demon inside me unraveling my mind, wanting me to embrace the darker portions of my subconscious once more.
I complied.