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Isn't It Incidentally Incestuous?

Chapter-5

Oh! It Is So Fucking On...

Last night they had settled for a nice, cozy dinner with ample glasses of good wine despite having decided earlier to go dancing and heavy drinking. Shizuru didn't want a dirty hangover looming over her head for the drama that was to come ahead. She needed to have a clear head plus she needed to get up early to let Tomoe in. It was already early Saturday morning and she was yet to leave Youko's place. She was halfway through her first cup of green tea when the owner of the flat got out of her bedroom, hair all mussed up from sleep and yawning widely.

Shizuru smiled at the adorably dishevelled look, "good morning."

"Ugh," Youko groaned as she took the seat beside Shizuru on her couch. "You are awfully chipper this morning." She suppressed another yawn and greeted belatedly, "morning."

Shizuru laughed at that. This wasn't an unfamiliar sight. Youko was like this every morning although it only took a few sips of strong coffee to get her alert and properly awake. She, though, was wired up that morning for completely different reason. "Well, no surgeries, no hospital, and it's cleaning day today. How could I not be happy?"

Youko didn't say anything immediately. She got up and poured herself the strongest black coffee she could manage and sat back at the same place. After humming her approval with the first sip of the dark elixir, she smirked at what her friend had said. "Oh yeah, Tomoe's fortnightly duties." After a few silent moments of nursing her coffee, when her mind started waking up she posed the question she had always wanted to ask. "Don't you feel weird though? I mean, that girl really is crazily obsessed with you, Shizuru." She said, took another large sip and rushed out to add as soon as she swallowed. "And god knows what she does when you allow her free reign over your house, most of the times you aren't even there to supervise!"

"What's there to supervise?" Shizuru frowned nonchalantly and shrugged. She took her empty cup to the kitchen, rinsed it, and placed it upside-down near the sink to drain. "And do you really think I am that stupid? Maybe she doesn't know this but I notice when my panties go missing!"

Youko's eyes bugged out and she coughed mid-sip. Shizuru patted her back for a moment and sat down on the coffee table opposite Youko. "Are you fucking serious?" Youko's expression was comically bewildered.

Shizuru smirked and nodded as if the fact that her housemaid was snagging her panties occasionally wasn't something serious.

"And you still feel safe around her?"

"Youko, she is harmless. Yes, she is obsessive, maybe a little perverted but who isn't? You have seen her, right? She is so timid and introverted that she would never have the courage to act out on anything she feels," Shizuru explained. "She isn't even brave enough to look me in the eye. And if obsession is the key to get the job done so efficiently, then well I wish everyone - from my doorman to my mailman – was obsessed with me."

Youko snorted at that thought. "Be careful what you wish for Shiz." She bent forward and placed the empty cup on the table beside Shizuru and relented. "Maybe you are right. But still, be careful."

They laughed lightly and Shizuru got up to leave. "Aren't I always? By the way, come by this evening around six. I expect fireworks," she winked and walked out of the apartment leaving her friend laughing to herself.

Shizuru arrived at her place to see Tomoe waiting diligently by the door, holding her bag of supplies in both hands in front of her while rocking on her heels a little impatiently. Shizuru struggled hard to contain the deliberate smirk fighting to form on her lips and cleared her throat to mark her presence.

Tomoe Marguerite was a little startled. She looked up at the person approaching her and like always couldn't keep the gaze. Those dark red eyes always felt a little too dangerous to her. Ever since the first day she had stared into them, she was hooked. Tomoe had met Shizuru the first time when she had walked into her father's office to avail their House Keeping/Cleaning/Organizing services. Despite being the co-owner, alongside with her father, she had insisted on handling Shizuru's account herself - from finances to cleaning - every single thing. Now, almost two years gone, she had been meticulously doing her work every alternate Saturday. She lived and breathed for this day to come.

Tomoe being a little fidgety in her presence wasn't a new thing. "Ara," Shizuru exclaimed softly. "Has Tomoe been waiting too long?" She reverted to her honey-laced, Kyoto accent.

Tomoe kept her head down and mumbled an almost inaudible 'no'. Shizuru took a moment to look at the younger girl. She felt guilty for using her as a pawn in her silent war against Natsuki. So, she for the first time in the span of two years did something she thought she would never do. She placed her hands on Tomoe's shoulders in hope that the girl would look at her but on the contrary her head burrowed further into herself on contact. Regardless, she apologized for her own peace of mind, "I am so sorry," and bent down to place a chaste kiss on Tomoe's right cheek as an incentive. She felt the sudden jerk of Tomoe's shoulders and noticed the bright red hue that now covered every inch of her exposed skin from her neck to her cheeks. The younger girl muttered something incomprehensible and freed herself from Shizuru's hold as if they were choking the life out of her.

Shizuru shrugged and opened the door with her keys. Tomoe automatically went to the kitchen to get to work. Shizuru stayed and surveyed the living room. She didn't touch the couch. Next she went to inspect the spare guest bedroom. Nothing too out of place but yeah, it did smell a little strange in there. She took out her mobile phone and placed a call. While talking on the phone she went into her own bedroom.

After an hour or so later, finally the delivery came. A group of five men stood at the door with a brand new leather couch, almost identical to the one in her living room. She told them to replace it and also showed them to place where they were supposed to put the new mattress. One of the men, who seemed to be the supervisor, stood aside and instructed them. But mostly he was busy ogling Shizuru's cleavage. Unfortunately for him, he stood exactly at the point where there was unrestricted view from the kitchen. He subconsciously licked his lips and unknowingly his free left hand was caressing his left thigh, too close to the groin. He had a sick smirk on his face as he kept watching Shizuru. A few moments into his fantasy, he felt as though he was being watched. He frowned and turned to look around the apartment. He did a double-take when a pair of fiery blue-black eyes caught his gaze all the way from the kitchen.

Tomoe dangerously stared back at the man. Without breaking the connection, she moved her right hand and grabbed the knife she had just placed in the stand. She brought it up so that it was visible to the delivery guy. She then pointed it at him and moved it lower, lower, and still lower till it was positioned at his groin. She flicked her gaze to his groin to which automatically his gaze also went to his own lower region. They both returned their eyes to each other at the same time. Tomoe slanted the knife and made a long, gentle cutting motion. Then, as she smiled brightly, she pretended as if she was holding something that represented a phallus shaped object and started chopping the air around it. The man gulped but he just couldn't look away. Then she picked up a pan and flicked it in the air as if cooking and tossing vegetables. Once satisfied with the display she offered the pan to him as if serving him his own...the delivery man grimaced and a sick shiver ran down his spine. She smirked with satisfaction on a job well done. Actions always speak louder than the words, don't they? He finally broke their eye contact and proceeded further inside the living room. After that little silent yet horrific display, he kept his eyes on the ground while interacting with Shizuru. She told them to drop the used couch and mattress at the shelter nearby and gave them the address. After taking the payment for the furniture and delivery, he scurried his men off, careful not to glance at the freaky teal-haired woman who was still watching him from the kitchen.

That Saturday morning, Natsuki had felt too refreshed to laze around. It was amazing how eight hours of uninterrupted sleep could work wonders. She had a light breakfast, packed her bag, and left for Nao's place. She had too much to catch up to on the studies front that week and her friend's technique of recording the lectures always came in handy at such occasions.

An hour had already passed after their late lunch and the notes were as ready as they could be. Natsuki kept flipping through the channels on the TV while sipping beer. Nao was lying on the cold ground, groaning and cursing the comfort of home delivery system. She had eaten way beyond what was healthy. She groaned loudly for the tenth time that minute and massaged her slightly protruding, overly-full stomach.

Half hour of meaningless lounging around later, Natsuki got up to leave. She went to the kitchen first. When she returned Nao wasn't in the living room anymore. She shrugged and went to the study room at the end of the hallway to get her bag. She took her phone off charging and went to the living room. "Nao," she yelled, "I am leaving."

"Let's go," Nao stood in front of Natsuki, dressed and looked nothing like someone who had indulged in extreme gluttony just hour or so ago.

"What?" Natsuki frowned.

"I am coming with you," Nao declared and proceeded to put on her shoes by the front door.

"I didn't ask you to and why?"

"Because if I left it to you then you would never invite me," Nao narrowed her eyes at her friend, "and besides I really want to meet the woman who has been messing with you."

Natsuki's face twisted uncomfortably. She hadn't yet told Nao who Shizuru was or that her friend was already somewhat familiar with the woman. On one hand, it would be interesting to see how Nao reacted to the revelation but on the other hand, she knew the redhead would eat her brains with all kinds of questions about the 'family connection' with Shizuru. Which, fortunately or unfortunately, she herself had no in-depth knowledge of. She sighed at the inevitability of the said revelation. Better today than tomorrow, she thought. "Whatever you say," she muttered and exited, Nao following behind.

Something was different. The apartment looked exactly like the first day she had seen it; shiny, practically sparkling, and too clean. Her friend whistled appreciatively as soon as she took in the living room. Nao checked out the area and was impressed, too pleased with the lavish settings of the flat. She skipped to the couch and bounced upon it a few times with a wide smile. "Is it just me or is this couch, like, brand new?" She questioned while running her hands over the expensive leather.

Natsuki came in further and her eyebrows went up to her hairline. The couch was definitely new. The previous one too looked new but it had that distinguished 'being used' characteristic to it. "Nope! This really is brand new," she expressed her surprise.

They were disrupted out of their appreciation dialogue when Shizuru's voice floated around them. Natsuki hadn't come face to face with that woman since the first day.

"Oh, well, hello," Shizuru greeted them with mocking enthusiasm. " I didn't know it was have-your-friends-over day." She said and came to stand in the view of both the girls.

Nao tilted and slipped out of the comfy couch. She giggled and straightened herself up before glancing toward the direction of that impressive, though oddly familiar, voice. Her mouth had just opened to say something when she saw the woman she had met at the bar back in Fuuka. That entire event from weeks back flashed in her mind and a grin started forming on her lips. "You." She lifted her right pointer finger at Shizuru.

Shizuru was pleased to see the recognition in those yellow shaded eyes. Otherwise, though, it would have been an insult frankly. After all she believed she wasn't that easily forgettable. "Yes," she smiled wide and took a step forward. " Me! How are you, dear?" She bent down to give Nao a side-hug and placed a playful kiss on her left cheek. She had liked this friend of Natsuki's since the beginning. There was this relaxed aura surrounding her and she was pretty easy to get along with. If she kept up the visits then, she presumed, they both would get along famously; which, she deduced, could be used in future to annoy Natsuki too.

"I am awesome," Nao somewhat shouted. The drama surrounding her friend had just become too interesting all of a sudden. She looked at Natsuki, "this is who you have been bunking with?" She chortled lightly and nudged Shizuru's shoulder for effect.

Shizuru kept watching with interest. Besides her, this whole interaction had yet another audience. Tomoe watched when it became clear who exactly was living and sharing space with her lovely mistress. She stood rooted to her position and waited patiently. Now she was in no hurry to leave. How could she without seeing how the new occupant would feel about the gift she had left behind? She smirked, with her head down, and patted herself. She already had a few excuses made up in case Shizuru reacted badly at her actions.

Natsuki's irritation at the display made her clench her fists tightly. Why were they behaving as if they were long lost best friends? She sometimes envied Nao's easy-going and socially adept nature. She shook her head and started walking to her room. "I will be in my room," she grumbled.

Nao laughed at the childish display and flopped on the couch. She relaxed and then her eyes fell on the remaining person in the room. "Who is that?" She asked Shizuru in a low voice, flicking her eyes to Tomoe who stood near the entry of Shizuru's bedroom.

"Oh... you don't need to talk like that," Shizuru chuckled and answered. She went and dragged the timid girl with her. "This is Tomoe. She does the cleaning job here." She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to show her genuine gratitude. "See for yourself. She is utterly flawless."

Nao nodded her head at her in a casual 'hey' gesture. She watched her fidget and wring her fingers continuously as Shizuru gushed about how good she was at her job. Nao felt something was off about this Tomoe girl. She couldn't place it at that moment but she knew there was something not quite... she passed up a few words and settled with 'normal' for a proper description. She just had that vibe coming off of her.

Natsuki had kept her door open and could hear the conversation taking place in the living room. She heard Shizuru singing praises about the housemaid. After seeing the cleanliness of her room she reluctantly admitted to herself that maybe this cleaning lady was in fact as good as Shizuru was portraying her to be.

It wasn't yet six in the evening and her friends were half hour early. Some of them were still in scrubs. Tomoe wasn't exactly happy to see most of the people she hated in the room with her beloved Shizuru. All of them, at some or the other point, had already been the victim of her bizarre sense of jealousy and possessiveness. Natsuki too heard the ruckus outside. She huffed and went to her closet to get changed into something comfortable. Her closet didn't look like it had been messed with. But still she frowned at the subtle changes. She shrugged it off and pulled a pair of sweatpants from the pile. It was odd looking; felt too rough or something. She picked up another and it felt the same. She gritted her jaw and started picking her clothes, examining them carefully, one by one. Her clothes were all damaged. She roughly pulled open the underwear draw.

"I am going to fucking kill you."

Nao, Shizuru, and everyone standing in the living room suddenly fell silent. They looked at each other in confusion as if contemplating in themselves whether everybody heard that outburst or not. They didn't have to wait long because a red, fuming, and livid Natsuki stomped out of her room. Something suspiciously resembling a bra was clutched too tightly in her right fist.

"I am going to kill you," Natsuki came closer and shouted, glaring straight at Shizuru.

Nao was the first one to react. She came behind Natsuki and gripped her mid-section from behind to stop her from taking another step forward. Natsuki didn't give up. She pushed herself ahead and flailed her arms and legs anyway she could. Nao grunted and tightened her hold. "Damn it, Nats. Stop it." She growled and successfully pulled her two steps back.

Everybody only stared at the girl, surprised and taken aback at the raging demonstration. All of them, though, were pretty much in awe to see such an innocent looking person so completely transformed into someone so evil looking.

Reito blinked and being the only guy present there, took it upon himself to come forward and resolve the conflict before it got out of hand. He put both his hands up in a placating gesture. "Now, now," he said in what he thought was his soothing tone. Everybody heard but went back to watch the restricted girl, still struggling to be free.

Shizuru, for after what seemed like a lifetime, found her senses back. Offended at being addressed in such derogatory way, she hissed. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Natsuki seethed through her clenched teeth. "I am going to kill you." She said in a normal tone. All her nervousness about not being able to speak directly to Shizuru without becoming a mumbling and a fumbling idiot, was all but forgotten in that moment of pure blind rage.

"What did I do," Shizuru was at first surprised but responded at that ridiculous notion of being murdered at the hands of Natsuki.

"You fucking ruined my clothes, Shizuru," Natsuki said. "And on top of that, how dare you fucking destroy my Victoria's Collection?" She growled dangerously low in her throat.

At that most of the people present there, knowing the culprit, turned to glance at Tomoe who was standing at the corner, head down, and looking so disgustingly innocent. Shizuru instantly understood the situation. Nao muttered a low 'uh-oh' from behind Natsuki. She knew messing up with that girl's lingerie never surfaced to anything good. Also, at the same moment, she caught the sneaky smirk on Tomoe's features. She didn't know why in hell that girl did something like this but at least her inkling of fishiness about her proved to be right on spot.

Natsuki noticed that Nao's hold went a little lax. She made an immediate jump across to grab Shizuru but Nao reflexively reacted. The redhead gathered all her strength and lifted her light-as-a-feather friend off the ground and turned her around. "Stop fucking pouncing, you mutt."

Shizuru had instantly stumbled backward at that sudden move. She opened her mouth to say something but Reito beat her to it.

"Now, now," he said again standing right in the middle of the space between two opponents.

Nao swivelled to look at him and glared; Natsuki still in her hold. "Stop fucking repeating my name in that sickly sweet tone, you pervert."

"What?" Reito gave a confused look, completely unaware to the fact that he was yet again addressed as a 'pervert'. Realization dawned on him a few seconds later, but not about that. He snickered. "Your name is Now?" He asked in an amusing tone. He started laughing. "Guys, her name's Now." He looked at all of them and sobered instantly at the un-amused stares directed his way. He cleared his throat and backed away from the centre.

They all stayed dead silent, in a stare-off. Everybody blinked when the front door closed. They looked in the same direction and noticed that Tomoe had silently crept out of the apartment, without making any sound. Shizuru sighed. She wanted a reaction from Tomoe, sure, but she most definitely didn't want her to ruin all of Natsuki's clothes. And wow! In her mind, she admired Natsuki's taste in lingerie. Victoria's was too classy and expensive. She bit her bottom lip to restrain from smiling at the image of Natsuki that popped into her head. She carefully observed Natsuki, who still was in Nao's hold. The emeralds were blazing with rage and her features were too hard. Their gazes clashed and she almost gasped at the darkened orbs; the colour, the greens still kept morphing into black and they were gravely dilated. Her heart at once stopped for a few beats and her throat became instantly dry. Far away in her mind, though, her thoughts registered the incredibly astounding beauty of the enraged girl in front of her. She frowned and broke her gaze, confused at her own bewildering reaction. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, attempting to calm herself down.

Natsuki saw Shizuru gazing at her in an odd way. She relaxed her body, dipped her head, and breathed in a long breath. Already she felt drained out of all her energy. She held Nao's hands and gently extricated herself out of the death-hold.

Nao tentatively looked at Natsuki and asked in a soft, hushed tone. "You okay?"

Natsuki cleared her throat. "Yeah, I am fine," her voice came out a little rougher than normal, due to all the shouting. She exhaled audibly and turned completely to face Shizuru. She didn't feel that usual nervousness she thought she would. Supposedly, all it took was immense anger to deal with Shizuru normally. "You know what's odd, Shizuru?"

Shizuru blinked at being addressed so casually. "Huh?"

Natsuki gave a lopsided, satisfied smile at that inarticulate response. "If you had just talked to me, I could have tried to persuade mom." She squared her shoulders and tightened her jaw. "But now, after all this...," she narrowed her eyes. "You want to me to leave, right? After all that you did, there is no chance in hell of me leaving." She chuckled a little, and clicked her tongue mockingly. "Every day that I stay, you lose and I win. Tough luck, huh?" Every single pair of eyes in the room widened at the ongoing monologue. "Come at me with everything you have got, Doctor Shizuru Fujino; because I ain't going nowhere." She sing-songed and hopped off to her room feeling too arrogant to care about anything else, oddly happy. The bra she was holding on to previously, lay astray on the ground.

Everybody was just reeling from the utter shock of recent activities when Reito gained their attention with a very audible 'Huh'.

Reito shrugged his shoulders and eyed the stray bra. "The cup size isn't that impressive, if you ask me." Everyone grumbled their disapproval in one voice. He ducked his head and mumbled helplessly, "what?"

Nao eyed him with disgust. "Fucking pervert." She addressed him openly and made her way to Natsuki's room. There was a long, long talk awaiting behind that closed door.

Huh! *Gasps* Tomoe...how dare you do that?

Well, Tomoe's action seems to have backfired on Shizuru!

What to do now? Will she stand up to the challenge or she will hope for amicable existence?

OMG...so many fucking questions! Well, until next time.

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Next update might be a little delayed. I want to get out the 11th Chapter of 'Mystical Bliss' before updating this fic.

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