The drums and flutes beckoning. Mikoto, her thoughts lost in the past, numbed by the alcohol, slowly rose, hips swaying and her arms rising like wings catching the wind. Her long hair waved softly as a lover's caress.
She glided over the surface, her toes barely touching, leaving trails along with the dirt like letters to a lover. She shifts, letting the drums move her hips and shoulders, arms swaying, enticing, and begging for others to come closer. Those hesitated, fearing the unknown. Watched with envy and dread. Unwritten warning in the movement of her body, succubas, predator, queen.
She felt their stares like hot needles across her skin. Not in admiration. But in want. A need to control, break, and abuse. To have something others could not. Willing or unwilling. She ignored them. Drowning in the music, as it called out to her.
She is lost in her pain, eyes shut, emotions drifting back, seeing their faces once again. Their eyes shining bright, face enlightened, voices smooth and excited. Brym, Astrid, Gundrun, Chloe, Jenna, and others laughed. Over and over.
"It's my turn," taking her hand and moving to the rhythm. "My turn," another slipped in between the beats of the drums. The flutes bounced playfully as others pouted.
And finally, "it is my turn," she said, holding out her hand. Her blue eyes blazed, and I had to wait until the end pout. Anastasia bowed, took her hand, and led her onto the dance floor.
And she is lost again. Those wild blue eyes took her in, and only her. Mikoto smiled as she twirled, drinking her in.
The endless primitive impulses draw attention to her movements, the dance becoming overpowering and intoxicating. The heat filled her, the cool breeze comforting her. Beads of sweat glistened, and the borrowed clothing clung to her curves. Mikoto seductively opened her reddish-brown eyes, feeling her before she saw her. She had been moving softy around her like a firefly skimming the surface as she danced. Kea danced next to her. So close, but not touching her. The heat from her tiny body pulled like the gravity of a black hole around Mikoto with every turn. Ever matching movement like a shadow. Her toes slipping across the ground intersect with her movement.
To the outside, the crowd watched as they dissolved into one another. Whirling like a breeze around the rocks and trees. A pair of dragonflies in a chase or two serpents intertwined in dance. Arms raised, drifting, legs sweeping, bending, and bodies curved in singularity.
The drums. Whistles and flutes slowed and grew softer. Wrapped in perspiration, Mikoto pinched the dress's neckline and pulled it, drawing cool air over her neck and down her dress. She took a breath and exhaled slowly, her inviting yet cold and deep eyes glazing over. Kea raised her head and sniffed each breath. she leaned hard against Mikoto's hips, her head against her arm. Looking like lovers leaving the dance floor,
She sat on the mat, and Kea slipped between and leaned back between her legs. Her tiny body pressed against her chest. Mikoto slowly closed her arms and put her head on the little one's shoulder. Her lips pressed on her slim shoulder. So close to her inviting throat. She listened to the blood rushing through her veins, the quick beating of her heart, and the sound of each deep breath. Tasting her perspiration on her lips. And closed her eyes.
She looked like she was sleeping. Eyes shut tight, a soft rhythm of breath. But much like a viper waiting to strike, looks are deceiving.
Smelling Aya and Gullah glistening with sweat, sitting next to them, laughing and drinking. Enjoying the celebration. She heard Nya's footsteps and the male walking up. They had done precisely what she had promised him by the smell of it, and they'd brought over some more food. It was obviously something Kea enjoyed. She moved a little, taking some food, and leaned back against Mikoto's chest. Rea stopped by, her footstep a little heavy and dragging. She was drunk and loud. She complained about how ugly some males were and thought of going to the other celebrations. And wanted them to join her. Aya laughed until she snorted. "I've got mine." And kissed Gullah.
Paying her no mind, Mikoto focused on the footsteps coming across the ground. Slow and heavy, full of arrogance and pride. The music had changed. It was slower and something a little more romantic.
Something Aya called the flower dance. She laughed. "You better watch out, Rea." She said.
She gagged in response. Aya must have taken a drink. Mikoto heard her swallow. It's been a while… she nudged Gullah. "And I can't regrow what I already gave away." She snickered and made little kissing sounds. Gullah groaned playfully.
She felt Kea blush as she brushed her cheek against Mikoto's cheek. She heard the wetness of her lips slowly parting. Behind the hesitation, Kea wanted to kiss her. But Mikoto remained still. Or so it seemed. She moved her head so slowly it appeared not to move closer. All Kea had to do was lean a little closer.
"The flower dance?" little misaka mumbled. "Heeeyyyyyy… hic… are we talking abooott?" raised her head, eyes sleepy and a little red, her vision only slightly blurred by her own admission "lllooossssing oourr vir…. virrrginity? " Her words faded to a whisper.She softly smacked her lips, letting out a tired sigh. "First, we gotta deal with this problem stomping closer." She stretched her arms over her head and cracked her neck. "Nothing like laying someone out and getting laid. I always say." Getting sober really quick.
Not even opening her eyes, she could feel the tension rising. Aya and Gullah went silent. Muscles tensing. "Oh great," Rea sighed. "Here comes trouble."
"He would choose this dance." Nya groaned a warning, moving to get in front of Mikoto. "Stay back…" she told the young male, who'd she come to the dance with, in a harsh voice. "You cannot be involved." She heard him taking a deep breath, taking a step back.
"There are females for him to choose. Best he should know his place until the king has passed."
"The son of a king." little misaka groaned musically.
She was watching him through the slits of Mikoto's eyes. Barely opened, invisible to those around her. She was watching all this time. Asleep but not asleep.
She felt Kea's chest rise and slowly fall as she took a breath. Her tiny body shook as a deep growl spread across her chest. Mikoto felt the tickle of Kea's ears drifting back, slipping softly across her cheek and hair. Her eyes thinned, and her mouth showed her fangs.
"This is not going to be good." Little misaka covered her mouth as she yawned. "Well, as the wolves say, it's not a party without a little bloodshed." She sighed, "too bad it's going to be his."
He was arrogant, his words slurred, glaring down with a smug look. He reached down and snatched her wrist. Kea hissed and grabbed his arm, her tiny nails digging into his skin. Droplets of blood ran down his arm. Nya growled and slammed her hand against his chest. "Chose another," she growled.
Aya and Gullah stood and stepped forward. "Leave.." they said.
Other hunters rushed over and surrounded the group. The young males supporting the king's son moved quickly to his aid. The music still played at the kings' motion.
Little misaka spoke with an annoyance in her voice. " loooks like it's showtime." Slowly waved her hand in the air. She hadn't left her recliner. The popcorn spilled to the ground. Her adult beverage finished, tumbled to the ground, and rolled in a circle. Look at the angry, smug expression on his face. "I am thinking time to rearrange it…. hicc…" smacking her lips.
"Kea is really not afraid of the idiot…. but I think she is a little outclass…" she sighed. "Time to save the damsel in distress, I believe…"
Mikoto slowly opened her eyes, reddish-brown mixed with annoyance. A soft warning growl, putting her hand slowly around Kea's trim waist. The little ones' abs tensed as warm skin on skin slipped across like a snake. She felt the sharpness of the nails lightly scrape across her side. Sending chills over her body. She opened her mouth wider, baring her fangs. Her eyes thinned as her fingers curled, digging deeper into his arm.
Mikoto raised her arm, placed it gently on Kea's tiny hand, and pulled it. She refused to uncurl her fingers, nails dragging across his skin, leaving small, bloody gashes.
It's okay…. Mikoto whispered in a voice sweet and smooth as honey.
An inviting smile appeared on her face, her cheeks blushing and her eyes shining. "One dance is all." She said. Slipping her fingers between Kea's fingers, and pulled them close. She held her hand against Keas's chest and gently moved her to her side. And gracefully stood. Nya's arm shot out in front of her. "NO!" she said, "you don't have to…you don't understand what he wants"
Aya put her hand on Mikoto's shoulder, "you don't have to…" she said
"One dance." looking over her shoulder, "what harm could that be?" She looked over to the young male," one dance is all…" she said with a tilt of her head. Cute attack. She shined like moonlight, enticing and dangerous. With looks that drew her prey closer. Mikoto's lips, cheeks, and neck colored in soft blush, eyes sparkling with want. A Yes, wrapped in a lie.
He smirked.
A show of strength? Maybe.
But she didn't say a word. She twisted her wrist from his grasp with speed and the power he'd not experienced. His smirk disappeared, and surprise took over. Mikoto grinned, slowly nodding, her eyes glazed. She held his hand tight. Like a vice slowly squeezing. His hand and fingers went numb and swelled. He fretted his brow, becoming nervous. He put his hand on hers, hoping to work his wrist from her grasp. Her eyes thinned, and the right side of her mouth peaked, watching the pain rising across his face and eyes. "One dance…that's all it will…. urp?" Her cheeks puffed, quickly covering her mouth. Her stomach clenched and surged. "Urppppp?….."
Surprised, embarrassed, drunk, and feeling her mouth filling with thick bile,
"I am not feeling too good?" It was little misaka who first noticed the change.
She rubbed her tummy, feeling queasy. "This is not good," with a groan. The recliner faded. Little misaka was standing, head hung down, rubbing her belly.
"I can't…urp" her abs and neck contracted. "Oh no….." she covered her mouth, " this just like when we…." raised her arms in defiance and screamed, "damn that sweet stuff." Echoed.
Her heart beating faster, mouth watery, "no..no…." her throat seized, "oh shit…urp…"
Bile burned her throat, filling her mouth. She dropped to her knees just as the splattering hit the ground. The smell rushed into her nose, eyes watering, "forgive me…oh fair maiden, for we shall now pay for our follies." she whined. "Urp!" She dropped onto all fours.
A hellish roar of pain and vomit splattered across the surface, soaking her hands and spraying her chest. Long, wet, sticky strings dangled from her mouth. "Is that a beak…oh hell no?" another surge. Her chest and throat ached. "It's a pincher…" a large wave, "downward dog is the best position right now!" rising on her legs, she threw up, "we…urp ate bugs! Oh crap….I hurt…I am so…what the hell! Is that! When did we eat….oh crap…."
Mikoto Misaka threw up.
She heard gasps, swearing, laughing, and threats. She didn't remember much. But she remembered. He was standing, glaring down as she stood up, remembering his face as he gripped her wrist. Remembered the surprise and pain as she returned the favor. Twisting her hand and grabbing his wrist, slowly squeezing. Then Little misaka's warning before it happened. She chuckled, remembering the vomit exploding against his chest. His look of fear and disgust. Not once, twice, but three times before she covered her mouth and dashed to the jungle's edge. She imagined the look of shock from Aya, Gullah, and Nya. And that shock changed to laughter.
She remembered Kea holding her hair out of her face, rubbing her back. Not saying a word, but knowing how worried she was. She heard screaming, and threats did her best to look over to see Rea, in a running leap with her fist drawn back, and punching the young male. He dropped to the puddle of vomit.
Mikoto sneered and snickered and quickly threw up. Her ribs felt like she was being wrung out like a wet towel. Rea crouched, spun low, and dropped three more young males who came to his aid. Nya grabbed one by the throat and tossed him. Aya was laughing, delivering blow after blow.
"You made her sick!" Rea yelled. Her beautiful clothing torn and dirty. She was standing over him, one hand on her hip, the other pointing accusingly at the young male lying in the pool of vomit.
"Yyyeeppppp," Mikoto wiping the slobber and bits from her mouth, "like the wolves say, nothing like a little bloodshed to make the evening complete," another spasm, leaving long strands dangle, the ripe smell invading her nose.
She felt soft hands gently cup her face, helping her up before she fading into drunken oblivion. Her green eyes gleaming with compassion and concern. Mikoto wouldn't remember how she got back to the hut. (until little misaka reminded her)