A/N:
Prepare yourselves…
Plastered
The blur of Matsu's fingers skittering across the monitor lit keyboard brought up several dossiers on screen. All had the standard O with the slash in the middle to indicate a negative, which made a small tick-mark throb on Matsu's forehead.
"This is all too odd. There isn't a single Sekirei which fits under Enma's profile. How bizarre…" The carnage displayed gave Matsu the incentive to ignore her hormonal pursuits and focus on finding out who this "new" Sekirei was. Although she was arguably on their side, (as much as anyone could be in Minaka's delusional plan.) it was too dangerous to just leave things at that assumption.
The red-head's hidden dwelling was then exposed to the outer hallway as Tsukiumi crashed her way through. Matsu had long since stopped jumping when she did this, in no small part because Tsukiumi couldn't walk anywhere when angry without trying to break the floor.
Matsu glances over her shoulder to see the slouching Sekirei of water. "Well, I see you're back." Her voice was a sarcastic anti-thesis to Tsukiumi's natural element, rendering the statement rhetorical.
Tsukiumi drank in some hearty breaths, her loose top giving up the ghost more with each heave. Did she run all the way here from Higa's hospital?
"C-Clearly." Tsukiumi panted, proving herself rather oblivious to the higher forms of communication despite her Tsundere nature. The tick mark on Matsu's face grew a smidge larger and throbbed at a slightly higher frequency.
"Where are Musubi & Kusano?" She hadn't had any indications that they had been hurt in the fight but she didn't want to take any chances. Her "magnificent tools" had already failed her today in giving her a clear picture of what had happened.
"We're right here." Musubi declared, stepping out from behind Tsukiumi, Musubi on the left, and Kusano flanking the right. Why they looked a bit dirty and worn down, none were truly hurt, which would have killed Minato to find out. Whatever else he may be or not be, he cared for them all with no reservations.
The three made their way further into Matsu's quarters, the trio's posture unified in slumping over in defeat. Musubi looked confused as well, Kusano was terrified for her "oni-sama", and Tsukiumi looked about one panty twist away from losing it completely.
"What's got you all so down?" Matsu asked. She knew full well what the issue was, she was feeling the same thing, but her younger brethren needed to vent or they'd explode and have Miya clonking them all faster than you could say, "Indecency is forbidden in Izumo House"
"We failed." Tsukiumi sighed, cutting off Matsu's train of thought before it could summon the purple-haired Oni of the North herself. "We failed to protect our Ashikabi. We fled like scalded dogs and left him for dead in Enma's clutches." Her hands clutched themselves in a failed attempt to hide their shaking.
"That's not true, Tsukiumi." Matsu declared. "You heard it from her yourself, she has no quarrel with Minato or any of us. That's why she refused to fight you."
Matsu had to head off this train of thought before it arrived at the station of "self-loathing and recklessly-sought-redemption".
"Aye, but still, we art cowards for running away." Nope, first attempt at the brakes failed, looks like the "Sekirei of Wisdom" has to step it up a notch Matsu thought to herself. And people wondered why she was obsessed with her "experiments", with great wisdom comes great stress...and the need to relief it.
"Hey, don't act so down. If anyone knows what it's like to be a coward it's me." Matsu winked. "And that's not necessarily a bad thing. Best live today and fight tomorrow."
She couldn't blame Tsukiumi for her fighting spirit, but she had to get it through to the younger woman that not everything was a nail to be hammered down. A lesson that Musubi desperately needed to learn herself as well. It made Matsu laugh to realize that Ku was probably the most level-headed of the 3 facing her.
"Leaving our Ashikabi behind wasn't very valiant of us though." grumbled Tsukiumi, scowling slightly. She had taken the small chuckle Mastu had let out as a mockery of her feelings, something the Blonde was quick to do in any situation.
"Hey, you're the one who suggested we spy on their date, so in retrospect you shouldn't have been there to begin with." Matsu looked over the rim of her glasses to add to the point she was trying to hammer into the headstrong woman in front of her.
Tsukiumi slumped over further in defeat. "Thou hast a point." forcing herself to nod in agreement grated on Tsukiumi but she was as brutally honest with herself as with everyone else, giving her no other options.
"But, on the topic of Enma…"
Matsu gestures them all to look at the screen.
"Take a look. Not only are the search results coming up empty, but #66 hasn't even been winged yet, let alone registered into the system." She hit a few more keys on the keyboard. "Plus, there are no known Sekirei with her power set in the capital. This is all too weird…" Intrigue warred with annoyance in the redheaded-hacker's facial expression.
"Perhaps MBI wants to keep her their dirty little secret?" Musubi questioned.
Matsu's head gave a sharp turn at the surprisingly pertinent question asked by the normally thought-deficient shrine maiden. Looks like Yume's resurrection may have jumpstarted the girl's brain in some respects, a welcome change from her usual "Me smash!" methods.
Matsu balanced her glasses with the ends of her index finger and thumb, pride oozing from every pore. "Hah, please. I know all of MBI's dirty little secrets. Something tells me this 'Marionette Sekirei' is just a vigilante. An already established Sekirei under the guise of a secret identity."
Musubi's eyes lit up. "Ah! So you mean she's like a superhero?" She loved any manga or comics she could get her hands on, especially the ones where the hero or heroine triumphed in the end to find their true love.
Matsu's expression soured, tilting her left hand side-to-side. "Not quite. More like a psychopath with an extremely twisted moral compass if her termination of Toyotama is any indication." Much as she had hated the revolting bitch, that kind of assault required a warped mind or a serious grudge.
"Yeah, the way she ripped out all those threads from her was very sickening to see." Musubi's stomach growled. "I'm still feeling a bit queasy over it." a true qualifier of the rapacious Sekirei's discomfort to those who knew her abilities to demolish mountains of food per meal.
"Thee and me both." Tsukiumi stated with her fingers rubbing just above the naval. She looked back in Matsu's direction. "Pray tell, canst thou check on our Ashikabi? I'm starting to worry for his safety." Her anxieties returning in short order, hastened perhaps by the latest, and disquieting, conversation topic.
"He's already on his way home." Matsu bluntly pointed out, finger jammed at one of the myriad computer screens.
The hacked satellite zoomed in on their Ashikabi's location just outside the hospital's gates. Uzume however, wasn't in sight.
Tsukiumi and the others sighed in relief. "Thank the gods…"
Matsu cynically wondered which Tsukiumi was more relieved at: Minato being ok, or away from Uzume.
Matsu turned back to them. "Now when Minato gets home, act normal like nothing happened. If he wants to elaborate on what he did with Uzume this evening, so be it. But we've all been through enough during this time. Any physicality on our Ashikabi would best be left for tomorrow." Even as she finished her warning, she could see it had fallen on at least one set of deaf ears.
Tsukiumi puffed out her chest and turned her nose to the air. "Hmph, I do not take orders from such lowly concubines."
Matsu suddenly developed an eye-twitch at the use of Tsukiumi's favored word for all of Minato's Sekirei, excepting Ku-chan of course.
Matsu threw her hands in the air in sheer frustration as the cantankerous aqua woman led the exodus out of the hidden room. "Ugh, why do I even try. In spite of all my hard work to keep the peace, things always turn into a disaster at the end…"
If Matsu was the "Sekirei of Wisdom" than Tsukiumi was the "Boneheaded Sekirei", at least Musubi got the hint, even if you had to wonk her on the head with it.
She briefly entertained the thought of trying to mediate the situation that would develop when Minato returned, before snorting and shaking her head. She had had enough of trying to get through to Tsukiumi, even Miya had come close to losing her patience with the frequent tantrums. Besides, maybe if she got it out of her system and Minato actually put his foot down, it'd be over. In the end, all Matsu could do was put her faith in her Ashikabi...something Tsukiumi still had not learned to do.
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Minato stood outside the hospital waiting for his cab to arrive to take him home, fidgeting from one foot to the other. His unease was evident in his posture if not his face, which remained relatively neutral as he scanned the surrounding cityscape.
That 'yakuza turf war' Kakizaki mentioned seemed to have been a fabrication. Before the hospital ended its lockdown, MBI helicopters swarmed over the area and only one body was retrieved. Minato's heart sank as he got a good look at it.
It was that of a Sekirei, bloody, torn, and lifeless. Minato was no doctor or surgeon, but even he could tell that the wounds were crippling. Maybe MBI could heal her enough to keep her from being a total invalid, but she would never fight again. That's assuming of course Minato thought to himself, that she was even alive. With the wind being kicked up by the blades of the helicopter, it had been impossible to tell if she had been breathing.
Perhaps she was one that Higa and Kakizaki forced Uzume into terminating for them? Maybe that was Uzume's reason for leaving so abruptly? Minato's knuckles cracked as his hands closed in fists, a display of anger that would have been totally uncharacteristic to him a year ago.
That seemed to be the likely scenario.
Even after the hospital's staff gave him the okay to go, he still didn't feel right leaving Chiho behind after the horror story she told him. She needed help, comfort, someone to be close by to reassure her that everything would be okay, even if things looked grim. Her eyes were filled with a tiredness that wasn't just the result of her illness.
But if he chose to stay, his Sekirei would no doubt start to worry about him and the longer he delayed, the greater the chances of them doing something reckless and foolish... again. It wasn't like he could do anything about it anyway, as much as it galled him to acknowledge it. Not alone, at least. He would need their help if he was to get Uzume's ashikabi out of there, and that would mean he'd need to tell them everything.
That settles it. The moment he gets home, he'll let his flock of birds in on what transpired. Then once they're all informed, they'd plan ahead from there. Besides, it had all been innocent and platonic, even Tsukiumi should have no issues for a change. Buoyed by this optimism, Minato stepped into the taxi that just pulled up and gave the driver the directions for the Inn.
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Kakizaki crept a squinted glance out his office window, looking around the edges of the blinds as opposed to moving them aside. The cab 'Kamisori Ichi' had hailed fifteen minutes ago had just arrived, taking the interloper with it. He knew that couldn't have been the brat's real name. Chiho wasn't really that good of a liar and the boy had been too nervous and hesitant to believe the story about the Yakuza. There was something she was holding from him, and Kakizaki intended to find out what.
His door then creaked open. The suited man's eyes moved from the street outside to the well-endowed visitor before him, perhaps the only thing that could get more than a cool glance from the blackmailer.
"I ran some search results." she said, adjusting her eye glasses up her dainty nose. "The is no-one enrolled in Teito University under the name 'Kamisori Ichi'." Kakizaki gave a faint turn of his cheek, the closest he got to a smile as his Sekirei confirmed his theory.
"I expected as such, Kouchou." he replied, seating himself in the expensive office chair behind his cluttered desk. He kicked his feet up on the desk in a show of confidence and nonchalance. Having eliminated the impossible, it would be short work to find out the remaining facts.
"I also tried to get a facial scan on Kamisori from the security systems. Unfortunately, all of the data encrypted on them had been erased due to the sudden power outage." She grimaced in self-recrimination, hating any failure in her ability to master the cyber world. Her mind started now the old hatred of the pervert Sekirei that routinely defeated her before going off into hiding.
"Is that so?" Kakizaki leaned his head back into his folded hands. "I see no need to worry." he began. "'Kamisori' left his mark in the form of a nosebleed he had. All we have to do is scrape up some of that dry blood off the hallway and have our analysts run some tests. We'll find out who this strange man is soon enough. And besides," he let his feet fall off the desk and cracked his knuckles. "given his affiliation with Uzume and Chiho, something tells me we haven't seen the last of him…"
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The ride home for the Northern Ashikabi was a silent, yet calm one, he had managed to find the rare cab driver that didn't feel the need to chat like a lonely fishwife. There was some regret in his mind at how his not-date with Uzume had ended, but it couldn't be helped. Still, it had been a fun time in a period of his life that had enough stress to make his two attempts to get into Teito U seem like a frat party.
The ronin looked out his window, his reflection just barely visible in the clear pane as the sky began to turn a rich burgundy with the coming night. He watched the night's landscape casually roll past him, only to be interrupted by random intervals of bumps in the road. It all looked so peaceful, so much so that Minato could pretend for a moment that there was no plan, no constant destruction.
He pulled out his phone and tried to dial Uzume's number again. The first few times were unsuccessful, with the only sound emanating from the other end being a rhythmic beeping, indicating that her phone was powered off.
Maybe this time would be different he hoped as he pressed the call button...beep beep beep
Nope, Minato sighed as he put away his phone.
Still no answer.
"Well, wherever you are Uzume, I hope you're alright." He murmured out into the encroaching darkness, unable to shake the feeling that something was coming. Despite his optimistic outlook at the beginning of the ride, Minato had been feeling more and more uncertain the closer he got to home.
The cabbie turned back, thinking the solemn young man had been speaking to him. After receiving some hasty and stammered assurances, the driver turned back to the road. A veteran people watcher, the taxi driver could only hope the boy worked out his lady troubles before they worked out his skeletal structure, as his latest failed marriage had attempted to do.
Before long, the cab rolled up to Maison Isumo and Minato found himself pacing his way to the front door. He had given the laconic driver a nice tip, as much for the silence as the quick ride. Before he had closed the door, Minato heard the driver call out to him, "Just open your mouth and speak your mind."
It had been a big day for him, and he was eager to tell his Sekirei all about it. It was pretty late though, so perhaps explaining the whole Chiho hostage situation to his flock should best be saved for tomorrow's events.
On the other hand, the cabbie's sudden and rather insightful advice refused to go away, making him contemplate just getting it over with for a change. As he reached the front door and put his hand on the doorknob, he tried to steel himself for whatever happened next.
With a twist of the knob, he entered the inn, head already ducked down in anticipation. "Hello everyone, I'm back."
No answer, for once he had entered the Izumo Inn without being subjected to physical injury, either by fury or affection. Minato spent a moment or two blinking at the sheer novelty of the experience before rubbing the back of his head and saying to himself,
"I guess everyone must have already gone to bed…" He shrugged, his earlier anxieties about what to talk about being rendered moot. He made his way across the living room after taking off his shoes, socks muffling his footfalls.
Then he heard a voice call out from behind as he began to creep up the steps...
"Minato."
The ronin stopped right in his tracks, he knew that tone and he did not like it. He turned his head slowly, his dread confirmed by the ferocious scowl awaiting him...It was Tsukiumi.
"Get thee hence. There is something we wouldst all like to discuss with thee." One of her fingers tapping the opposite arm in a staccato tempo, matching the vein throbbing in her forehead with a frightening degree of unison.
He turned the rest of his body back slowly to face her, the rest of his family looking on with her. Tsukiumi looked stern and serious, while Kusano, Musubi, and Matsu wore pouts of genuine concern. As his eyes met hers, Matsu gave a mild, wry expression as if to say, " You really didn't see this coming?"
As his flock of Sekirei led him into the dining room, Minato was forced to mentally concede Mastu's point. He really shouldn't have hoped things would turn out better, not with the history of those involved. His Sekirei took seat on one side of the table, while Minato was left alone on the other.
This had the added effect of giving him the strong impression of a criminal facing a quartet of judges, no doubt a deliberate move by Tsukiumi. It was working. Minato gulped as the female foursome stared directly at him, fixing him with their gazes.
Minato had a bad feeling about this...
"Just where were thee this evening?" Tsukiumi asked, fingers tented on the table. Minato could tell that she was doing her best to restrain her temper and her instinct to lash out. While not succeeding too well, Minato hoped this would be a sign that he could talk to them without getting an impromptu hose-down.
"Yeah, you had all of us worried tonight. It's not like you to be out so late." Musubi chimed in, her face much less contorted by anger-based emotions but just as concerned. Oddly enough (or perhaps not) her concern seemed to be directed as much at her blonde compatriot as he.
"Yeah, I agree." Matsu muttered, also looking at Tsukiumi before her face turned into a naughty smirk. "You weren't doing anything naughty out there, were ya? kukuku" Musubi and Kuu winced as Tsukiumi's nails scraped into the table, drawing curls of wood from the varnished furniture.
"N-No! Of course not! What would give you that idea." Minato denied, frantically moving his hands about the air in a panic. He shot a rather pointed glare at his red-headed tormentor, wishing for once she could not stir the pot more than it already was. He was able to see her apologetic grimace only for a moment, as the effects of the impulsive remark took full effect.
Tsukiumi slammed her hands on the table, signaling the end of her notoriously short patience, and leaned forward. "We art not blind, Minato! We've noticed that thou hast been spending more time with Uzume! Now explain thyself!"
With as close as their faces were, Minato had a good view of Tsukiumi's eyes. He was amazed and disheartened by the amount of not only fury in them, but fear as well. He needed to head this off before things fell apart completely.
"W-wait! It's not what you think! I swear-!"
Tsukiumi cut him off before he can utter another word. "Tell us Minato, be truthful." She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Has thou lain with Uzume?" As angry as she was, her posture more and more showed evidence of fear and self-doubt, hunched shoulders and looking away being the two most prominent.
"Lain, what do you mean lain?! Of course not! Me and Uzume are just friends. That's the honest truth!" He certainly wasn't going to go into Chiho's frenetic demand now, that would be like transporting Nitro on a horse-and-cart.
Tsukiumi's scowl curved downward even more as she grit her teeth. "Those who are just friends don't go out to town in stretch limousines and treat each other at fancy dining establishments! Now start spilling your guts before I spill them for thee!" Her glare returned three-fold with this retort, giving strength to her flagging wrath. Minato felt himself shrinking.
He opened his mouth to argue, only to realize just how bad things looked from her perspective. He had meant only to show a friend a good time that she desperately needed, and in doing so, cut at the heart of Tsukuimi's fears of what Ashikabis were like.
"Calm down, Tsukiumi!" Musubi begged, putting her hands on the water Sekirei's shoulders, she didn't like fighting like this. This wasn't about competition or proving oneself, this was nothing but pain lashing out at pain.
Matsu did the same, her earlier conviction to let things play out dying in the face of her guilt at setting off Tsukiumi with her thoughtless joke. "Yeah, didn't we all agree to not raise our voices before going into this."
"Hold thy tongue, Matsu!" Tsukiumi yelled, waving her arms to shake off the women attempting to restrain her. She summoned a ball of water, prepared to do anything to get the "truth" as she saw it, so consumed by the images that had assailed her imagination throughout the day.
The door leading into the backyard suddenly whisked open, despite not being slammed it had a note of finality to it that drew the attention of the entire room. In the dark of the night, only a single pair of red eyes pierced the otherwise impenetrable blackness, scowling their supreme displeasure at the scene laid bare before them.
It was the landlady, her face implacable and ladle held at the ready.
"Enough!" she shouted. Every fiber of hair on everyone's body stood up like that of a frightened feline. "Violent mannerisms and talks of sexual nature shall not be permitted in this house!" Her patience even shorter than Matsu had anticipated.
She threw her ladle at the back of Tsukiumi's head, determined to knock some sense into the truculent girl. Tsukiumi however, was still in the process of turning herself at the exact same moment, giving her the advantage of already having momentum. She ducked, and the ladle sailed an eighth of an inch over her head...only to hit Minato right between the eyes with all the force of a bean-bag gun.
"Oh no!"
"Minato!"
"Onii-chan!"
"Miya!" this last was from Matsu, who couldn't believe the normally poised and controlled widow had lost her temper so completely. Said landlady had already rushed to the side of her wounded tenant, praying she had not severely harmed him.
The rest of them rushed to gather at Minato's fallen body, their earlier fight completely forgotten for the moment. A frenzy of examinations and checks showed he was out cold, nothing more leading to everyone (awake that is) breathing a huge sigh of relief. That he had escaped a concussion or aneurism was a small miracle that.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry!" Miya apologized, her hand reaching out to soothe the inflamed bump that had sprouted like a majestic, red mountain on Minato's forehead. Musubi carefully picked up her Ashikabi, showing remarkable restraint in the face of her panic. With the others following, she slowly carried him up to his room to rest.
Whatever answers Tsukiumi and the others wanted, well, they weren't getting them tonight. Matsu ruefully thought to herself , that was for damn sure. Miya was already preparing the others to head into the living room and asked Matsu to find something suitably distracting for them all to relax to.
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A few hours later...
"I can't walk…" Kazehana groaned, her face flushed with that glow that only several bottle of fine sake can give. One of which was still clutched firmly in her hand, regular swigs easing the burden on her increasingly uncoordinated hand by significant amounts.
Her other arm was casually thrown over the shoulder of her companion, whose response to Kazehana's announcement was a witty...
"Me either!..." Uzume declared cheerfully, happy merely to be conscious after trying to match her purple attired compatriot drink for drink. Even amongst the heightened metabolism of all Sekirei, Kazehana's "hollow leg" was legendary.
Kazehana and Uzume swayed about as their wobbly legs carried them to their destination. Not too far off in the distance were the gates of Maison Isumo. It was taking longer than usual for them to get there though. This was the second time the two made it onto the right street only to clumsily veer off into some other alley. Not surprising, as both were fully loaded up on saké, screwdrivers, & malt liquor, and stumbling over each other with every step they took.
"Slow down, slow down." Uzume begged as vertigo made the world spin around her, her previous happiness beginning to turn...much like the sidewalk. She stopped for a moment to properly appreciate the techno...the techn...the fancy walkway before her.
This of course caused Kazehana to almost lose what vestiges of balance remained, as her support made an abrupt halt. Blearily turning to her fellow boozer, she followed Uzume's gaze, hoping to ascertain just what had captivated Uzume so thoroughly.
"Whatja lookin a?" Uzume's head didn't so much as twitch at Kazehana's loquacious inquiry. Kazehana started shambling back, "I sa..."
"Shhh" Uzume whispered quietly, "Be careful."
Kazehana started to feel herself sobering up, her eyes losing that glassy sheen as they scanned the area around them, "Wha' is it?" she murmured, in case whoever or whatever it was could hear her.
Uzume's reached out to grab Kazehana, whether it was to draw the elder Sekirei closer or lean on her for support it was hard to tell. "It's movin', turnin', gotta be carful."
It slowly penetrated the sake fog over Kazehana's brain, that Uzume was still looking dead center at the sidewalk. More confused than ever, she turned back to her pickled playmate and flatly asked, " Uzume, whas movin'?"
"The si'walk, course...keeps turning an I don' wanna fallaf." Uzume intoned, certain that if it weren't for their collective cup size, they would be floating away. The lightheadedness only seemed to increase the longer she stood there, making her sway more and more violently.
The rush of relief that they weren't under attack, combined with the sheer nonsensical nature of Uzume's fears had Kazehana giggling. Uzume herself joined in as the giggles progressed to drunken chuckles, and from there it was a short step (or stumble) to sitting in the damp grass laughing uproariously.
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Homura scowled as he went about his nightly patrol, hoping that he would be able to actually do his job as the self appointed "Guardian of the Sekirei" since he got through with doing overtime at Tofuya Ukai. As easy as the comics and mangas made it look, patrolling any decent sized city was impossible to do in any kind of coherent or effective pattern, especially in the dead of night. All you could do was wander around and hope you arrived in time to...
Homura shook his head in frustration at himself, leaping from building to building. This was no time to monologue, internally or no. Not with his powers fluctuating like they had been the past couple of days.
He paused on a 4-story a few blocks from the Inn, clutching as his sternum. Despite the medicine Matsu had given him, things were getting worse, not better. His powers had become even more unsteady and his body was...He had to wonder if he was the first man to need to bind his chest.
As the weakness faded, Homura could hear the sound of inebriated laughter on the wind, what's more...he recognized it. He scanned the area and sure enough, there was Kazehana, drunk off her very plush behind. She apparently had taken Uzume along for a ride, well one at least, if the heated glances Kazehana was sending her way.
Hold on, wasn't Uzume just out with Minato not too long ago? Why then would she be with Kazehana?
Homura leapt his way down to the two fallen feathers. As he got closer he could hear snatches of conversation that did nothing for his peace of mind.
"...scare me li...rasuba was com"
"...orry to muc...dn't go near Mi..."
As he got closer, Kazehana looked up and called out to him with a goofy smile on her face, "Hey 'mura-chan, wha' brings you out here?" She had her arm around Uzume's shoulder, coincidentally pressing her face against Kazehana's full and firm mountains.
Homura pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing full well that the elder Sekirei's scatterbrained "party-girl" routine was an act for the most part. Knowing she did it to be underestimated didn't detract from the headache factor however, "And how exactly did you two end up in this sorry state...this time?"
This wasn't the first time the he saw either of them out drinking, but it was the first time they had done it together. In fact, Homura wasn't even sure if the two even knew each other before tonight.
"And how many bars did you have to empty to get like this?" Uzume and Kazehana gave it some serious thought with many finger taps to their chins, making Homura sweat drop at the implications. The longer they thought about it, the more Homura began to dread the answer until he impatiently burst out, " Let me rephrase the question: How many bars or liquor stores are still standing?"
The faces of the boozed-up birds brightened at the prospect of a question they could effectively answer. "I thin' there's-" *hic* "that place nex' to th' sushi bar, di' we get to tha' one yet?" Kazehana queried, her former lasciviousness lost for a moment in her attempt to concentrate.
Homura intercepted Uzume's response, not wanting to hear the details to what clearly had been a bar crawl of Dionysian proportions, "You know what? Never mind, I shouldn't have asked. Why were..." Homura strangled the next question before it could lead down another debauched tangent "Let's get you home."
"YEA! To home, ana Minato!" Was Uzume's enthusiastic rejoinder, complete with arms thrown into the air. If it weren't for Kazehana's supportive, if a tad roaming, hand around her shoulders, Uzume would have landed flat on her back.
Homura turned his head sharply to look dead center at Uzume, who seemed to blush a beet red at the utterance of his name. Strange.
"You don't mean Sahashi-san do you Uzume? You already have an Ashikabi. I thought you were just out earlier for a friendly evening." As unexpected as that response had been, what surprised him more was the sudden surge of protectiveness and...unease in his heart.
Kazehana looked up at Homura, her eyes suspiciously clear and bright as she examined the befuddled man before her. Her right cheek twitched with what could have been a knowing smile, but right after she burst into laughter, " Ara Ara, I'm afraid I don' know who he is, all I kno' is dear Uze-kun here can't stop tal-"
Uzume swung her right hand up to cover Kazehana's mouth, preventing her from speaking. Or at least that was the intent, Uzume's coordination was devastated by her abnormally high blood alcohol level and instead with a loud *SMACK!* took a firm grip on Kazehana's right breast.
A vein started throbbing in Homura's forehead as he watched Kazehana's gaze slowly turn to her groping girlfriend and arch her back, pressing Uzume's hand in closer. He walked...no stalked up to them in two jerky strides and proceeded to lift them up by their collars, determined to prevent what was shaping up to be a public event that would have Miya banning the lot of them from the Inn. Bringing the shame of performing indecent acts in public to the Inn was the same as performing them there to the traditional house-mistress.
Ignoring their faint-hearted but full-volume protests-a truly bizarre combination only they could manage, Homura began the arduous process of frog marching the sloshed Sekirei to their mutual home. His task was made that much harder by the fact that he couldn't use his flames to intimidate them. If he could, he'd ember their fine little hineys every time they veered off course.
As the comedic trio bumbled and fumbled their way along, with the bemused and occasionally disparaging looks from passers-by around them, Homura couldn't help but note that since Minato Sahashi had come to stay at the Izumo Inn, things had gotten far more interesting.
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With the three finally at the gates of Isumo, Homura let the two go.
"Well, now you're home, safe and sound." 'I hope...'
"Than's *hic* omura *hic*" Uzume giggled, nearly slumping over as she and Kazehana stagger forward to the front door.
"Yeah, don't mention it."
With that, Homura leaps off into the night and out of sight.
Somehow the two drunken birds managed to get to the Inn and pass the living room without being seen by anybody, in spite of the giggling that still plagued them. Kazehana let the now-empty sake bottle that she had been drinking from fall to the carpet, her mind too clouded to pay it much mind.
Other than Minato and Kusano, who were both upstairs in their separate rooms sleeping (well, the former was still KO'd from the landlady's prior ladle to the skull), the ronin's harem and the landlady had their eyes glued to the television set. Despite the late hour, they all sat in a semi-circle, a bowl of buttered popcorn passing unspoken as they were enthralled by their new serial.
After hearing so much praise about the BBC series "Doctor Who" from Matsu, the tenants couldn't contain their curiosity any longer and decided to marathon the whole show to see what all the fuss was about. After finding out from Matsu just how long the series were, they decided to start at the beginning and see how they liked it. If it proved entertaining enough, they'd make a family night of it. Fortunately for them, Matsu was able to find many of the lost episodes of the first season. This allowed them to start "properly and correctly" as Miya commented, before seating herself in the center seat. As was her right as landlady, after all.
Three episodes in and they were already hooked, the idea of a powerful alien that wanted to learn and observe instead of fight resonating with them more than many would admit or even realize. Even Miya's Hanya Mask couldn't look away, making this perhaps the first time it wasn't exposed or seen while terrifying the entire room.
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The bedroom door swung open, its slam echoing in the otherwise quiet hallway.
"We're here!" Uzume declared with a hiccup. She surveyed the landscape, noting a distinct lack of familiarity, feng shui, and plushy animal costumes. The room was dark as molasses, but she did notice a blanket spread out on the floor. "What the crap? Did I leave the bed spread out?" she grumbled to herself, beginning to question the logic of drinking until dark.
"I'm sleepy," Kazehana yawned, yanking the blanket off the floor and cocooning it around her as she fell to the futon with a heavy twump. "I'm going to bed."
Uzume gasped, for under those blankets slept the man Chiho demanded she make babies with; Minato Sahashi. A bubble seeping out his nose inflated and deflated as he snored away. Not to mention there was a big red lump pulsating away on his forehead. Knowing his harem followed their earlier ventures, it didn't take her long to conclude that the bump was courteously placed there by Tsukiumi when he got home.
And why wouldn't she believe that? She was the most aggressive and possessive in his harem, after all.
By sheer luck, Kazehana had burrowed herself in such a way that Minato's face was about 4 inches away from the small of her back.
Kazehana turned around at Uzume's sudden gasp. "Ugh, hey is something the matter?"
The drunk's eyes drifted downward. "Heyyy…" *hic* "you didn't tell me we'd have a man all to ourselves this evening… *hic*" and she began caressing Minato's face as he slept, fingertips gently tracing the contours of his cheekbones and jaw.
Uzume's face distorted with confusion...and perhaps a touch of...possessiveness? "Hey... just what do you think you're doing... you pervert?" Hands curling unconsciously at her sides.
"Oh, I see." Kazehana said, recollecting the conversation from earlier. "This is the guy you've had your eyes on…" Her smile extended into a smirk that resembled nothing so much as a cat that caught an extra bird.
"He is not…" she said, taking a few steps forward before tripping and falling to Minato's left. "Oh...whoopsie…" Her head missing the futon and bouncing off the floor, adding to her growing disorientation.
Uzume rubbed her cranium before looking down to see that her right boob landed smack dab on Minato's face. Yet somehow the ronin was still asleep, his mind not registering anything beyond another comfortable pillow in the vicinity of his visage.
'Tsukiumi must have really did a number on him when he got home earlier in the night.' she thought to herself with another hiccup.
Usually when half naked girls flooded into his room at night he tended to get...vocal. Incoherently so at times, although that may have been due to the constant blood-loss from the geyser-level nosebleeds that seem to plague him.
"Ohhh...shhhit...I'm sorry...Minato." Uzume said, pulling herself up off him, her traitorous mind conjuring images of Minato nuzzling her bosom as he...Uzume shook her head, trying to banish the budding fantasy before it got too far.
"Heyy…" Kazehana said, her voice low and throaty, almost a purr as she murmured to her friend.
"What is it?" Uzume asked, jerking her head around abruptly, fearing that she had given some outward sign of her inner...turmoil. Yes, turmoil was a good word, turmoil suggest struggle and opposition and not giving in to the wishes of her Ashikabi and her own desires that...
Kazehana pointed down south. "Take a look…" her voice once again putting the brakes on Uzume's runaway love-train of thought.
Uzume's eyes drifted over Minato's exposed chest and down to his boxer shorts- OH SHIT! IT'S SWOLLEN AGAIN!
Uzume slammed on the brakes. She cupped her hands over her mouth and nose the moment blood geysered from her nostrils. She began to appreciate the amount of inadvertent damage she and the others did to Minato on a daily basis, as the blood-loss made her feel like her head was starting to float away like a little cloud. Being hopped up on so much sake didn't help either.
Though as the seconds went by, she seemed to be sobering up a bit. Was it Minato's scent that was shaking her from her stubor?
Kazehana continued to joke around. "The head upstairs might not be working, but the one downstairs sure is~~!" Her voice actually managed to get even more sultry, driving another nail in the coffin that Uzume's libido seemed to be building around her good judgement.
"I uh…" If the flush she was feeling was any indicator, Uzume's face was becoming red enough for her to hide in Matsu's hair. An idea that, knowing Matsu, would shortly have Minato naked and...Gaah, what was wrong with her?!
"You want to take a peek at him, don't you?" Kazehana's night vision wasn't the best, but she thought she could see Uzume start blushing..and blushing hard. Add to that the very clear body language of someone struggling futilely with their libido, and Kazehana began to have a delicious, devious idea.
"What? No!" Uzume cursed herself even as she tried to deny Kazehana's blandishments, knowing her response was way too fast and breathy to be even remotely believable. Kazehana's rich chuckle only confirming her fears.
"Don't lie, you totally want to fuck him!" 'And you aren't the only one' Kazehana thought to herself as she began her attempt to push Uzume off the edge of her self-control. She couldn't tell if it was the sake talking, the two hot bodies next to her own, but she was feeling a heat rise from her core and she meant to revel in its glory.
Uzume shrugged her shoulders and darted her head away from her amorous ally's piercing stare. "That's not, I-I mean, I don't…" Her stammer getting worse the more she tried to argue. Why had Chiho have to be so insistent about the whole thing, it ruined the foundation of her resistance worse than Minato's gentle smile and his strong hands...
"Come ooooon~." Kazehana urged. "Just one peek. Then we can go to bed."
She was getting better at figuring out when Uzume was starting to get lost in her head, and interrupting her just before she was too far gone. As fun as it was to watch her friend drown in lust, Kazehana needed her frustrated and more...desperate before she took the final plunge for things to get really exciting.
"N-no, that's just...wrong." Temptation coloring her voice as much as frustration, giving Uzume's tone an almost needy quality that she hadn't heard from herself since she had tried to seduce Chiho on one of her better days.
"You know you want to~." Kazehana tittered, knowing full well that there wasn't much fight left in Uzume, all she needed was that last...little...push.
Uzume's shoulders slumped in resignation (and perhaps a touch of anticipation as well) as she sighed. "Oh, okay. If it'll shut you up I'll do it. Sheesh." she took a deep breath as though to brace herself for some great trial.
The two drunken birds crawled their way down to the end of the futon, a sight to get even a statue's blood pumping, even if that blood had to be imported.
Kazehana got there first and slid her long, painted nails into the strap of Minato's boxer shorts. She looked at Uzume, who gulped unconsciously in anticipation with her eyes locked on the bulging fabric.
"Alright *hic* on three… One, two..." Uzume felt her chest tighten, her tongue slipping out to lick her suddenly dry lips. Kazehana's grin threatened to split her face, her hips swaying to some subconscious beat or rhythm. Her fingers tighten on the elastic band of Minato's boxers and...
She yanked the shorts down, and Minato's trouser trumpet catapulted upward in a manner befitting it's majestic stature.
Uzume gasped in shock and fell backwards with a muffled thump, her tailbone avoiding a severe bruise by way of her well cushioned and proportioned rear end. Said asset scrolled across the carpet as she pulled herself away. Her face was pale for a brief moment before, like a thermometer, a bright redness arose from her feet all the way up to her head. Her eyes were transfixed by the oblong oboe that Minato had apparently been hiding from them all since they had first met him.
Imaginary flower petals orbited Kazehana's face like a wreath as she chirped in delight. "Oh my. Oh My! Sugoi! Uzume, he's so big!" Her own face had not escaped unscathed by the flush of passion, if slightly less intense. Which was more than made up for by the sheer hunger in her eyes that made them shine like those of a cat in the dark.
Kazehana's thigh slowly shifted back and forth, a futile attempt to appease the burning heat blossoming at her center. "How about we tie this young man down and have ourselves a nice little game of horny horseshoes?"
Uzume took a moment to realize that the question wasn't rhetorical and tried desperately to think of an answer that wouldn't dig her in deeper.
"H-horny horseshoes? How do you play that?" Uzume whispers, her voice catching in her throat. Her mind proceeded to provide several examples, each more raunchy and (dare she admit it) arousing than the last.
Kazehana giggled at her friend's obvious "distress" and used her right hand to accentuate her points," Well my sweet, you try to get the gap..." She pointed at Uzume's twitching thighs, causing her to cross them with a faint *eep* " Onto the pole here. The closer you get, the better you will feel. Try hard, and you might just get a ringer!"
Kazehana seemed to be sobering up a little at the ronin's scent as well as her words were less slurred.
When Uzume didn't move or change her expression from full-on "deer caught in the headlights", Kazehana mentally sighed and realized she would need to give her friend a little jolt before she went catatonic. And that would be no fun for anyone. Determined to keep things going and prevent the mood from going limp, she leaned down and gently blew on the rigid reed in front of her, making it twitch, "Hurry hurry! before the little guy falls asleep on us!"
Uzume gave a squeak as Minato groaned and writhed in his sleep, Kazehana's attentions penetrating (bad word!) his dreams. Not trusting her voice, Uzume gave a mute and terse shake of her head, regardless of what Chiho said, she had to be strong...
The wind Sekirei looked back at Uzume, her voice now touched by wry humor and slight impatience. "Now, now there's nothing to be afraid of, Uzume. Come over here and at least say hello to Ochinchin-san! We don't want to be rude to a new guest do we?" How Kazehana had found out about the first time she had met Minato, Uzume had no idea. But she'd kill whoever told the tipsy temptress in front of her that was playing hacky-sack with her libido.
Swallowing a lump in her throat almost as massive as the one erecting outward from the young ronin's boxer shorts, Uzume crawled back over onto the futon with cautious movements. Uzume told herself firmly this was just to get Kazehana to back off and leave she and Minato alone. By the time she had reached Minato's waist, she almost believed it.
With her face still redder than a ripe tomato, Uzume struggled to form words at first. "K-k-k-k-koni-" Despite her attempts to moisten it, her mouth remained steadfastly dry. Uzume started to back away, silently berating herself for letting things get this far and listening to Kazehana.
Kazehana gave her a few swift pats to the back, determined not to let her friend get away without at least coming this far. 'She's not getting away that easily', Kazehana thought with a very Matsu like grin "C'mon, say hi! After all, he is being so patient, standing at attention for us like a good little soldier."
Uzume swallowed again, face inching closer to said pillar of virility . "K-Konichiwa...Ochinchin-san…" 'His smell...it's going straight to my head...'
Minato was usually good about hygiene but being knocked out left no time to bathe. Which explained why she was getting a face-full of..of..pheromones without the usual heavy musk or body odor. It was driving Uzume crazy, and Kazehana could tell clear as day even in her intoxicated state.
Kazehana clapped her hands together a few times, causing her bosom to jiggle in ways that were the bane of all men with heart conditions. "Yay! You made a new friend! See? That wasn't so hard now was it?"
That depends on what you're referring to when you say 'hard'.
After blinking a few times, Kazehana began to notice something. Uzume was starting to bite her lower lip and rock her hips back and forth. Kazehana's drunken blush became redder, it was now or never. "So, you want to kiss the little guy goodnight?".
Uzume began panting. "I...I- I can't!"
With all the remaining strength Uzume had to control herself with, she pulled Minato's boxers back over his stiff junk.
Her heart was still violently pounding away in her chest. "I can't do something like that! Not without his consent!" Uzume closed her eyes resolutely, refusing to tempt herself that much.
Kazehana was impressed. Uzume must have had a strong will being capable of holding herself back after going so far. Perhaps it's love her romantic side whispered to her. Still, the night wasn't over.
Not just yet.
Kazehana still wanted to have fun and if Minato was off the menu, she knew just what she wanted for dessert...
Uzume tried taking steady breaths to calm herself, eyes still closed as she fought the typhoon of arousal her "greeting" had summoned. However, Kazehana used Uzume's lack of awareness of her surroundings to sneak behind her and grab a hefty handful of her dairy pillows.
Uzume gasped in shock as Kazehana kneaded her sweaterkittens. "H-hey! Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"
This sudden assault on her highly sensitive body was too much for the cloth-wielding Sekirei to endure, and she began to melt into Kazehana's arms. Her protests coming out half-hearted when they weren't interrupted by squeaks, moans, and gasps that just spurred Kazehana onward.
"Giving you a reward of course, silly." she teased. "Besides, I've still yet to have my fun…"
Kazehana slipped her fingers under the bottom of Uzume's shirt while kissing her way down her spine. Kazehana nipped at the skin of her playmate when she reached the small of Uzume's back. She had been patient enough already and Kazehana was more than done holding back...
Kazehana began yanking Uzume's shirt over her head, eager to play with Uzume's passion-pillows more without those pesky clothes getting in the way.
Out flopped one tit, then the other, both juuust perky enough to jiggle but not excessively so (like that of Musubi's).
"Your nipples are getting hard, " she said, licking Uzume's clavicles. Kazehana could feel the shivers of arousal running through Uzume's body like an electric current. "as I expected. So naughty."
Her hands trailed to Uzume's back, Kazehana's nails gently scraping at her skin giving her the shivers. Once they reached the clasp of Uzume's bra, it was the work of a moment to undo it and unleash her bound and bounteous bosom.
"No...please, this is to mu…" Uzume moaned as Kazehana's slender hands reached around to caress her heaving chest, squeezing ever so gently. Uzume started when Kazehana pinched her hard little cherries. "Agh!"
"Mmm, yes, you're feeling it aren't you?" Kazehana dialed them harder, drawing more soft and vulnerable noises from her. Uzume was shaking from Kazehana deliberately whispering into her ear, causing her to swallow repeatedly before being able to reply.
"N-no, don't say that!" Uzume protested weakly, her hands grasping the air like a dying man at his last hope.
"There's no need to lie…" Kazehana murmured, sliding her hand down Uzume's waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her short jeans. Her fingers stroked and touched all around Uzume's center, never quite touching her salivating snatch.
Uzume's head fell back on to her tormentor's shoulder, her breathing short, rapid, and breathless. The moist stain in her panties continues to expand. Her head and gaze falls to the right, taking in Minato's still-sleeping face and with a voice that all but admitted defeat said, "Please, I-I can't take it."
Kazehana preened in triumph, her hand still circling the one spot it would not touch, sometimes even moving back to avoid Uzume's increasingly frantic gyrations. Then she leaned down to kiss Uzume's throat, her smoky voice reverberating through Uzume's chest, "Please what, hun? What can't you take? You have to be very specific or I might just" she began pulling her hand up, "stop."
"NO!" Uzume blurted out, her expression freezing in a merging of longing and trepidation, "No, don't stop."
"Don't stop what? You still haven't said, and you know it's rude to play word game Flutter-chan." Kazehana retorted, pausing her hand riiight above Uzume's inundated undergarments.
Uzume suddenly grabs hold of Kazehana's hand and forces it back down where it was. The heated pleasure boiling in her loins was too much to ignore. She may have not been the most modest of Sekirei, but Uzume was at the point where she just couldn't take the teasing anymore.
This took Kazehana by surprise at first, but eager to make Uzume beg more, she kept her hand from moving further than Uzume shoved it.
"Ah, ah, ahh!" Kazehana teased. "First you have to tell me what you want…"
"Please...make me..." Uzume paused, her nerve failing her for a moment. Kazehana's hand slowly inched lower, tempting her and teasing Uzume to the point of no return. "Make me...Make me feel good! I can't take it anymore! I'm about to burst!."
Kazehana scoffed in satisfaction and rewarded her playmate by sliding a finger down and curling it inward, all the while gyrating her knuckle on the clit. Uzume's thighs clenched together tightly, not willing to risk her release escaping again, her earlier concerns drowned out by the constant flood of hormones of in her system.
Kazehana glided another finger inside Uzume while her left hand climbed Uzume's neck to thread itself in her hair. Pulling ever so gently, Kazehana ran her fingers up Uzume's ponytail, undoing it and making the released locks cascade over her arm.
Moist squishes escaped from within the warm honey pot as Kazehana sped her fingers. "Tell me how bad you want it…"
Minato remained blissfully ignorant of what was occurring less than a foot away from him, his libido trapped and raging at the comatose state the rest of his mind was in.
A line of drool escaped from the sides of Uzume's mouth as she continued to moan. "Uuuughhnn, how badly I want...what?" Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, looking up at the ceiling in a haze of passion.
Kazehana licked the back of Uzume's ear and lightly nibbled. "The young man's chinpo, of course."
With the hand she still had buried in Uzume's hair, she turned the helpless Sekirei's head towards Minato's waist. Despite the time that had passed, the raging erection still tented his boxers.
"Ch-chinpo?" Uzume writhed as her pants and now completely saturated panties were removed by nothing. Tongues of wind conjured by Kazehana not only removed the offending garments with tantalizing slowness, but also caressed and brushed against the newly exposed ivory flesh.
"Thaaat's right." Kazehana answered as Uzume nodded furiously. Smiling to herself in smug victory, Kazehana began untangling herself from Uzume, the separation and loss of physical contact drawing a soft, mewling sound from Uzume's lips. "And maybe if you are very good, I'll help you get it."
Kazehana climbed over top of Uzume, pinning her waist down between her thighs. The flower maiden tore off her purple singlet and gave Uzume a wink as her own breasts, which had been so cruelly neglected, bounced free. They were perhaps one of the biggest and fullest pairs of WMDs (weapons of maidenly distraction, to quote Matsu) with deep burgundy nipples that were shaped like gum drops and hard as rock candy...and equally sweet as all the above.
Minato's libido was at this point trying to pull a Guy Fawke's and blow up the brain in order to take complete control, so desperate was it to get at the hot action it knew was next to it. Needless to say, the healing center, common sense, and survival instinct were able to put up an effective defense, citing repeatedly the consequences of disobeying "She Who Must Be Obeyed...Or else".
Uzume's arms finally regained some life and crept over her exposed breasts, clenching them tightly. The sensation of Kazehana's nails scraping along her sensitive flesh was intense enough to give her a mini-orgasm. "Wh-what are you gonna do to me?"
Hope, desire, and no small amount of uncertainty were all made plain in her face and voice. She honestly couldn't tell if she wanted to know or not, but knowing Kaze-chan, she'd find out really soon...
Kazehana licked her lips. "Everything I want….until I get a confession out of you that is." Her eyes promising things that would make grown men faint just thinking of, her bosom heavy with the deep breaths she was taking.
Kazehana brushed Uzume's arms aside and lifted them over Uzume's head, wanting nothing more to interfere with her play. Kazehana slid her groin down the veiled Sekirei's left leg, leaving a faint trail of excitement as she leaned in with her lips parted ever so slightly, her tongue sticking out enough for the tip to be visible. Kazehana trailed her tongue all over Uzume's stomach while holding her arms in place. Then her head went a little bit lower…
"No, wait!" Uzume shouted, forgetting to keep quiet as she tried to muscle her way from Kazehana's grip. She freed her arms, but was too late, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her arms spasmed in mid-air. Kazehana had finally reached her goal, making Uzume groan and rear her head back as Kazehana hit the sweet spot.
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Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room…
Miya as well as everyone else sensed a disturbance in the force. Something...improper was going on upstairs...but they just couldn't pull themselves away from the TV. Doctor Who was just too good!
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Masturbation via mastication.
That's what Kazehana spun Uzume into next...with all the subtlety of a car wreck.
The wind Sekirei's rotund breasts swabbed across Uzume's pelvis as she licked away at her exposed nether-pearl. Each flick of the tongue, every lash made Uzume's hips twitch and jerk. Kazehana's hands were not idle either, running up and down Uzume's legs and thighs, reveling in the feel of the soft and silky skin.
Uzume's hands were firmly clenched upon Kazehana's round backside, more concerned with hanging on for dear life than with any desire to reciprocate. Not that Uzume was selfish, far from it, but Kazehana's hurricane level passion left little room for reciprocity when she got going.
Beside the entwined and writhing pair the ronin still lingered in dream land, his twitching and jerking a visible side effect of the full-scale rebellion his libido was waging with the aid of his hormones and repressed sexuality. It's a good thing heart conditions never ran in his bloodlines, as this would be pretty much a death sentence for the poor bastard.
"Please...hold on!" Uzume begged, all thoughts consumed by the fire that Kazehana was building within her, driving out even Uzume's fear of the Wrath of Miya. She couldn't look away from the captivating flower above her face, it's petals moist as with the morning dew. Some droplets drip to her neckline, trailing to the bedspread like beads.
"Your wish is my command," Kazehana slides two slender fingers in, eliciting a more guttural groan. "but your voice is telling me otherwise. You just begged for me to make you feel good not two minutes ago and all of a sudden you want to stop? Well I don't."
Her thumb began rubbing a very special spot in slow, steady circles. In spite of Kazehana's finely proportioned rear and glistening, moist manko hovering inches above Uzume's face, her hands had a death grip on the desk behind her, wrapped around one of its legs with white-knuckled intensity. If she was trying to be modest after begging Kazehana to make her feel good just moments ago, it was a bit late for that now.
"Please, I can't take anymore. Just give me a chance to recover already." Uzume was starting to feel overwhelmed enough that she thought she'd pass out, not a good thing considering the situation. Her libido also made it clear that any passing out before the grand finale would be considered a great betrayal and be repaid in kind.
"Now, now, what fun would that be." Kaze-chan breathes gently, the soft air current feeling deliciously cold on Uzume's petals, making her eyes cross and her whole body rigid. She out a shivery yelp as Kazehana's tongue pressed and slathered onto her clitoris again, her legs instinctively flexing around Kazehana's torso in some form erotic hug. "Besides, we're just getting started."
"Just…" Uzume gulped on the next words. "getting started?"
Kazehana didn't let up in her efforts in the slightest, making Uzume have to work to follow the conversation. And when she was able to make sense of it, she began to get scared. The fact that Miya hadn't clobbered them with a ladle yet was a miracle in and of itself, and Kazehana seemed determined to push their collective luck to the disintegration point.
"That we are, sweety. Now be a good girl and lick me." Rolling her hips so that there would be no confusion as to her meaning, Kazehana took Uzume's clit between her teeth very carefully...and buzzed.
Uzume's eyes widened. "What?!" she groaned out with her brain doing an immediate shutdown, thanks to the mini-gasm that slammed through her being like one of Musubi's punches. Despite not being a physical fighting type like the ditzy brunnette, Uzume's grip was still strong enough to leave indentations in the metal desk leg.
"You heard me, hun. It's not fair that you're the only one feeling good now is it? Not unless you want me to stop entirely-" Kazehana made as though to get up, turning towards Minato. Looking out at the corner of her eye, she could see the panic and daresay jealous anger at the idea of Kazehana going after somnolent man.
"NO! Okay, I'll do it!" Uzume growled out in a voice that was perhaps the most sober and alert it had been since she had started to attempt to drown out her anxieties. If Kazehana wanted to play game, thought she could steal the man Chiho had chosen to father her children, then she had another thing coming! In her outrage, Uzume neglected to notice how her brain seemed to leap to this point of acceptance. But that didn't matter now!
Uzume buried her face in Kazehana's moist center with all the force, vigor, and energy of a starving person put in an all-you-can -eat buffet. Her hands flew from the warped desk leg and sank into Kazehana's voluptuous waist. Her nails dug in, making Kazehana tingle, as she pulled her former tormentor's slit closer for better revenge and warning.
Kazehana let out an explosive breath as her body was mercilessly ravaged, her manko parting open from Uzume's motorboating tongue and lips. She had hoped to get a reaction out of her passive lover, but this was a whole 'nother level. 'If I had any doubts about her feelings for this handsome man, they'd b...'
Kazehana's musing were cut short as Uzume used her tongue to give new meaning to the phrase "cleaned her clock". Her hands fell off of Uzume's thighs and Kazehana found herself scraping at the wood flooring as she arched her back, her first orgasm of the night making her nerves sing.
She then found herself being thrown OVER Minato's sternum like a very perverted saddle on a well-teased stallion.
How he was still sleeping after that, no one could know.
But now it was Kazehana's turn to feel apprehension, as Uzume stalked her way over to her like a lion ready to pounce, her face shining in the faint moonlight with all the sweat and maidenly fluids. "You're right Kaze-chan..." Uzume murmured, lowering her herself down to split Kazehana's legs open, "...We are just getting started."
"Ara ara, *hic* what's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
"What's gotten into me, eh?" The corners of Uzume's lips pulled back into a hungry grimace that even a yandere couldn't compare to. "You."
As Kazehana felt their netherlips touch, the tipsy tart couldn't help wondering if she had bitten off more than she could chew with her plans this evening. Then all thoughts fled from her mind as Uzume bit Kazehana's lower lip and starting grinding.
"Oh yeah! Right there!"
Uzume hugged Kazehana's raised thigh tightly against her tits as she gyrated her exposed crotch against #3's dripping wet loins with intense vigor and speed. Their increased sensitivity to touch made this a much, much more pleasurable experience than it otherwise would be.
"Yeah," Uzume grunted, biting her lip and bouncing more and more. "you like it when our tight little cunts rub together like this, don't you? Oh, fuck!"
In the sudden flood of dominance, Uzume discovered she had a flair for some seriously raunchy pillow talk. All her moments with Chiho had been too precious and rare for much of anything intimate and she hadn't wanted to spoil their tender moments with anything...dirty.
Now, however, she found herself delighting in the perverse verbal domination she was heaping on Kazehana. Who didn't seem to mind it either, if the rapid lip-licking and eager whimpers were to be believed.
Kazehana was tearing up the bedsheets at this point. Her teeth flashing, nostrils unfurling with gusts of constant air. The fleshy squishes, along with the duet of purrs and grunts prompted the young woman to flex and stretch her toes. She was in total bliss and loving every fast-paced, heart pounding second of it. Being controlled, utterly helpless made her so wet she might as well be wearing a life preserver. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me more! Fuck me more! Oh your hips are amazing!"
Glancing down for a moment, Uzume could see that despite the Marianna trench-deep coma he was in, Minato was still giving their performance a "standing ovation". The surge of lust and hunger the sight caused in her spurred Uzume to reach down with her right hand to take hold of Kazehana's right breast. No, hold was too mild a term, Uzume mauled the tender love-cushion, kneading her nails against the incredibly sensitive skin until Uzume reached the areola.
Kazehana squeaked, something that she had never done before even for him as her nipple was harshly twisted. Uzume's borderline predatory glance at the young man they were grappling on had not gone unnoticed by the wind-user, awakening a hitherto overlooked sense of covetousness towards him.
She reached out, determined to see if the warm, heady feeling was the result of the sex she was having or if she was possibly reacting to him.
Before her hand moved more than two inches, Kazehana found her wrist pinned down by the same hand that had recently been groping her. Feeling her face shift into an expression of incredulity, Kazehana looked up to see Uzume almost snarling at her!
Uzume released a hand from Kazehana's raised leg and pointed towards Minato's face. "You see that? That is mine! Mine!" Uzume growled, taking Kazehana's leg with her free hand, starting from Kazehana's ass to her calf, leaving red scratch marks the entire length. "All mine!"
Kazehana felt her ardor dim slightly as outrage grew in her panting breast. This hussy already had an Ashikabi, how dare she try to keep her from claiming him?!
"That, my greedy girl, remains very much to be seen." Kazehana backed up her statement by increasing the grinding of her own hips to try to turn the tables, as well as reaching for Uzume's button with her non-pinned hand. There was nothing gentle about her thumb work this time around, this wasn't about pleasure, this was about supremacy.
Uzume did not take this sudden change in her partner lying down, retaliating by kissing her way down Kazehana's scratches...only to bite at her calf. Kazehana's back arched in pleasured agony, distracting her from her efforts to dethrone Uzume.
This was going to be a harder task than she thought, as Kazehana began to understand the level of sexual frustration and stress that Uzume was bearing. That just added to the spice to the night, to her inevitable winging. But for now, reaching up to pull Uzume into a passionate tongue duel, Kazehana had more...pressing matters to attend to.
But as their tongues started to dance, their climaxes began their fast approach. Each was hoping to take out the other through sheer ecstatic exhaustion, leaving the them free to play with the man that had unwittingly become their prize.
Uzume pulled from the kiss. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" She wanted to curse herself for her weakness in admitting that fact, but Uzume just didn't care. It all felt too amazing, and the pervading scent of Minato made it all the more incredible. Her movements were spasmodic and jerky as Uzume lost control the closer she reached her peak.
"Me too!" Kazehana rears back. "On my face!" She had both hands on Uzume's taught and firm hindquarters, trying to yank her away from their frictionless grinding. She would have preferred it was Minato that covered her face, but as Uzume steadfastly refused to allow that to happen, SHE would be picking up the slack.
"Huh?!" Uzume stilled, unable to believe she had heard what she thought Kazehana had just said. Ignoring Kazehana's insistent tugging on her hips, Uzume stared at her as if trying to divine whether or not her leg was being pulled too.
"You heard me! I want it on my face!" Kazehana's voice grew even more insistent and desperate the more Uzume refused to move. Despite her fierce competitiveness, her submissive nature came to the fore and sought out this last act of wantonness.
The thought of doing something so raunchy would have generally turned Uzume off on any other night. However, this wasn't one of those nights. It was time to put this windmistress in her place for waking the demon inside her! For daring to cast her besotted eyes on Chiho's chosen, her Minato-kun!
Unable to hold back her climax any longer, Uzume darts up to her feet and spreads her flower petals open wide, all the while stroking her swollen clitoris with harsh rubs of her fingertips. Kazehana follows the action by sitting straight up, cross-eyed with pleasure, tongue hanging out and all. Her own hand was rubbing furiously between her legs, determined to not be left out.
"Ohmygod!Hereitcomeshereitcomeshereitcomeshereitcomes!"
Following the release of a long and loud screech, Uzume unloads her orgasm all over Kazehana's face. Kazehana's own began arriving just shortly after, soaking the sheets and causing her to silently scream.
Panting heavily with sweat coating their nude, shaking bodies, the two sexually spent booze-buddies collapse back down to the bed. As luck, or the most supreme torture known to testosterone, as Minato's shackled and bound libido, would have it.
After some hearty breaths, Uzume utters a single sentence.
"Scissor me timbers, that was awesome."
She had the vague feeling that she had gotten the saying wrong, but as her brain began to succumb to the blackout effects of all the spirits she had consumed...she found she just didn't care.
"That it was." Kazehana replied, licking Uzume's snatch syrup from her cheeks lips, and fingertips. Like a fine wine, she savored the taste before gulping it down to join the alcohol in her system. She crawled over Minato's body, dragging some sheets with her so that they covered everyone. Let it never be said that Number #03 Kazehana was not a considerate lover.
Kazehana dragged out a loud yawn and said, "Goodnight."
No more words were spoken between them after that.
The two joined Minato in slumberland as if nothing even happened, the memories of this night fading as swiftly as their consciousness.
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The next morning...
Minato Sahashi awoke from his unnatural slumber in a dazed state. It wasn't bad enough that his head ached like it had been hit by a baseball bat, although being hit by Miya launched ladle is comparable. Sitting up, his hand grips something soft, firm, and...bouncy?!
He looks at the object in question, the shock of what it was (Uzume's luscious and completely uncovered rump) causing his whole body to jerk. As he stumbled back, he felt another bit of softness caressing at his back. He turned to slowly, praying that it was just a new pillow someone had brought in. His hopes were dashed as his eyes reached it and a high-pitched yelp burst out of his lips.
Not one but TWO naked women were in his bed right now! He had to quickly pinch his nose before it began its daily imitation of Old Faithful...
"What the hell? Did I just get laid?!" He blurted out unintentionally. He looks down at Kazehana. 'And just who is this girl anyway?...' She was like a mixture of Tsukiume and Musubi, all soft curves and gentle features. Even the mewling noises she made in her sleep were adorable.
Uzume stirred from her sleep, wiping her eye as she sat up. "Ugh, what did I do last night." she looks to her left and sees Minato right beside her. "Hey, what are you doing in my room?" Minato wasn't surprised to hear shock in the Sekirei's voice, and was too busy being confused and panicking over Miya's inevitable fury to notice the hint of hope as well.
Did she completely forget what happened last night? Despite her best efforts, she could not remember much of anything from last night after deciding to join Kazehana on her attempt to single-stomachedly remove all booze from Shinto Teito. She had foggy images of a dangerously spinning...sidewalk?
She also had minor recollections of Homura being there, she'd have to ask him if anything happened. Although a small part of her was trying desperately to warn her through the hangover that going to Homura was a dangerous idea.
Minato turned towards Uzume's voice, and having forgotten she was buck naked, had a nosebleed as the sudden sight of her mommy melons made him forget to pinch off his nostrils again.
Turning away and stopping his nose, he said. "Sorry Uzume, but I'm afraid you're in my room." He tried to put the vision he had just seen out of his mind, but could not shake the image of Uzume looking incredibly sexy and disheveled. The sight of her hair down was almost as erotic as her hourglass figure laid bare before him.
Kazehana started stirring from her slumber with a pained groan. "Hey, can you keep it down, I'm trying to get some rest." It had been quite some time since she had drunk that much in one night, the combination of having someone to drink with, being so near him, and the persistent feeling in her heart combined to make her able to top her previous excesses.
She takes a quick glance of Minato's face. "Oh my, and who might you be?".
A/N:
Phen0m20:
Well, I'm certain none of you saw that coming.
Allow me to give you all a moment to collectively pick your jaws up off the floor and hands out of your pants (that is assuming you're wearing any).
Finished? No? Well to bad. :P
The concept for this chapter has been dormant in my head for the last year and a half. It's based on episode 9 of the Sekirei anime, where Uzume & Kazehana stumble into Minato's room while he's asleep. Putting thought into it, I noticed something very peculiar; They arrived in his room completely clothed, but when daybreak came along, they were stripped down to just their panties. Now I wonder what could have happened that night to get them in such a state, hehehe *wink*.
I'm very pleased with how this chapter turned out and glad I was finally able to bring this plot element to life to share with you all.
But I wasn't alone in doing so.
I'd like to thank my new writing cohort "mordreek", who played a huge part in getting this chapter up off the ground. Without his help, I'm certain this installment would have taken months to get done. He will be working with me on all my fics from this point onward, so you can all expect more frequent updates for not only this fic, but the Saw crossover & Queen's Blade fic as well. :D
Oh, and one more thing before I leave you to your musings: I will be commissioning artwork for this chapter very, VERY soon!
mordreek:
"My lords...My ladies...and everyone else here NOT sitting on a cushion!" Amusing movie quotes aside, Hi hello, I've been a Fanfiction lurker here for over a year now and been working on my own stories as well. Got pulled into this and the other projects done by the esteemed Phen0m20 here after reviewing them and I have to say it's been a blast. If you like the work you see please leave a review."