She could hear them. The whispered, concerned voices hidden deep in the darkness. Barely a whisper, like leaves rustling underneath the full moon. The anticipation and the fear slipped in and out in fading internal night. Now, the sounds of light seeped, shredding the dark. She was awakening.
"It's almost time," she heard little misaka crack. She felt her moving next to her. She was rubbing her back. A soothing gesture all vampires enjoyed. Little misaka slipped her nails from the base of her neck to the bottom of her spine. Sending jolts of anticipation firing across her body. Her toes curled like tiny balls, and her skin tightened and taut. "five more minutes," biting her lip in innocent or not-so-innocent ecstasy. "Anastasia," she whispered. Cheeks blushed, the memories of early mornings, mid-afternoon, and purple-colored evenings as the sun set beyond the horizon. Many, many times. A slow breath, a gentle smile, and small tears slipped from her shut eyes.
She opened her right eye, flickering browns and reds streaked eyes, looking deep as the cracks expanded. She remembered the last time she awoke. She was raging. Her emotions took over, anger blinded her, and her power overwhelmed her body. The last she remembered, she was battling the Baron and collapsed in her victory. The others had gathered in the room, covering her, holding her down, hoping they would stop her from destroying the room to get out. Those little ones around her might get killed by the queen they hope will take them in. Mikoto's body convulsed, muscles shredding, bone-breaking seizures. Painful moans and guttural growls crawled from her throat like ancient beasts. She clenched her mouth so tightly it could break. Her back curved like a branch about to break, eyes black as the blackest pit. Her mouth dropped wider, and her fangs fell like blades. She thrashed, struggling to leave the battle behind. The weight and worry of the others holding her down. Anastasia straddles her, holding on, riding the violent thrusts, and then she settles, tired eyes looking out and slowly closing. And she slept another four days. Rolling over, seeing Anastasia, her head lying on the pillow, soft, welcoming eyes wet with tears. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
Mikoto Misaka was waking up. Inside her mind first. Like the sun chasing away the night, the black turning shades of gray. A bright red fiery line spread across like a horizon on fire. Little misaka was standing beside her now, looking down as Mikoto rolled onto her belly, pushed herself up, and stayed on her knees. A sense of remorse, maybe. With a deep sigh, she put her hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating faster. Little misaka smirked, seeing her indecisive nature, the dwindling fear of what it was? "everything's fine now…." Little misaka said, holding out her hand. "How do you know?" she said, staring at the burning horizon. "Because she helped us… took care of everything." She blushed and wiped a tear from her eye. "damn onions."
The worry disappeared with a soft laugh, "I hate the onions" she reached over, took Little misaka's hand, and stood up.
"So?" Mikoto glanced down at her little avatar and studied her for a moment.
"WHAT?!" she growled at Mikoto. "Why don't you get any taller?"
"I like this size." She crossed her arms over her tiny chest, confidentially nodding. "Cute but dangerous." Uncrossing her arms, covered her mouth as she cleared her throat. "Nobody expects the cute angel-like girl to be bad."
"Have you seen the animes?!" Mikoto shook her head, "they are always the bad ones.."
"Bad is cool," she puckered her mouth, looking a little nervous. "Ya knows, the misunderstood rough on the outside and sensitive on the inside."
"Whatever," hesitated, "it won't be like?" Mikoto worried about the last time. The explosion and fury and the shockwave of electricity pour out and spread.
"Nothing like the last time…. but I am pretty sure all legal-aged young females would appreciate the shockwave plume of electricity." Little misaka gave her, her best you know they would face. Mikoto blushed and exhaled a very soft,,"really… do I have to?"
"Think of it as a thank you, Oops, did I do that?…... time to do your best sex toy!"
"I hate that."
Mikoto peeked out as she opened her eyes, barely slits. She was also sending out a magnetic pulse and building a virtual map inside her mind. A mind that now resembled a room as electrical pulses recreated the outside world. Everyone was inside the longhouse. A mass of bodies outside, on their knees, waiting. Aya, Gallum, Nya, and Rae holding her arms and legs. Vita was holding Mikoto's head in her lap, looking for any moment or tell on her face. Kea straddled her hips. Fretting her brow, she worried she couldn't sense someone. Someone was missing. "where's Maka?"
Little misaka shook her head, "if your elites and Anastasia couldn't hold you down, there is no way these few will."
"They did their best, besides…. it's… it's different now…. right?"
Little misaka smiled, pausing before answering. "Just open your eyes and give them a little shock."
"I don't want to hurt them….. and what of…."
"Be careful," Vita said. "The last time was quite"….. she paused…. seeing the fear and excitement in their eyes. she didn't want to scare them too much. She thought of them as sisters. Wearing the uniforms of the house of Mikoto. The faces of the fallen crossed her mind, but for a moment, and it quickly passed. She reached out and brushed some hair from her face. "I won't say too much…. but just be ready. She can be quite the handful." she blushed. The others laughed. "And enjoy the ride." She said, dropping her eyes and looking down into Mikoto's sleeping face.
Only it wasn't sleeping. Mikoto opened her eyes, glaring into Vita's eyes. "what am I? a horse?"
But before Vita answered.
She appeared. Messy hair, wet and wild, streams of water dripped over her skin and fell into drops. Eyes flickering in greens and blues filled with mischief and wonder. Maka appeared. The water droplets fell as if she had just come out of the water. The water felt warm and smelled of the hot springs. She could feel it soaking her naked belly and the grass mat spreading out. Maka rested her knees around her hips, straining arms pushing on Mikoto's chest.
She lowered her head, quickly sniffing, crinkling her tiny light and dark, scale-colored nose. Small light and dark scales spread across her forehead and cheeks, spreading over her neck. Her cheeks blushed, and her smile grew. The tips of her fangs slipped over her lip. Mikoto reached up and whisked her cheek, feeling the scales giving way, like the overlapping scales of their dragon armor. Dropping along her jawline to her neck, feeling her pulse racing. It had to be excitement, Mikoto thought. Because there was no fear in her eyes.
Hello Maka," Mikoto whispered, pulling herself up and embracing. "I'm sorry I wasn't…." she paused. "I was just having a few bad days, and now…."
"A few bad days!" little misaka spoke. "How about a few dreadful weeks?"
Shut up!" Mikoto growled, running her nose through Maka's wild hair, feeling the rough scales running down her spine as she gently stroked her back.
"Hello, father," Maka nuzzled closer, rubbing her head against Mikoto's head. Vita snickered and shook with laughter.
"Oh, she is going to pay!" little misaka growled. Mikoto nodded, "she is…."
"Guess we gotta do it?" Little misaka demanded. "It's our reputation as queen. Vita needs to pay for that little snicker."
Mikoto pulled Maka closer to her own naked body. Glaring at Vita.
She had her hand over her mouth, trying to stop laughing. Her eyes were glistening as she looked around the longhouse. Shaking her head, she looked down. Her eyes went wide, took her hand away and hesitated. "ummmmmmm, sorry," her voice spiked.
A large bluish-white rose bloom sent a shock wave spreading over everyone. People collapsed and spasmed. Heavy, ragged breathing followed by satiated expression and flushed colored skin.
Vita was lying on her back, arms splayed out, eyes wispy and low. "Pheeeeewwww…" she looked at the thatched roof ceiling, "told ya it would be monumental. Nothing better than a time to change your underwear.." she laughed, "if you wore underwear. That is?"
"Shut up… and please do. " Mikoto sat up, holding Maka in her arms, and looked over her shoulder.