Chapter 22 : Tempus Fugit - We need to talk.
"What are you doing, Prima-chan?" Rias' peppy voice asks next to me, not-quite startling me, but most assuredly wrenching me out of my Beauty infused little fugue, making me drop my pencil with a quiet yelp.
"Don't do that!" I not-quite snap with a glare, making the crimson headed devil back up a little, her expression a little hurt.
I lock eyes with hers for a beat, before sighing.
"I was just doodling a little, alright?" I admit, a bit more calmly as my breathing goes back under control and tHe VoIcEs recedes, Beauty ceasing to wash over me and joining back the flow of souls and thoughts.
"I hadn't practiced in a while, but I finally had the time to get back to it two days ago, once I started feeling a little better in the afternoon." I elaborate, the Gremory heiress wincing a little at my words, before tilting her head, her expression curious.
"...Can you show me?" She asks, a little shyly, making me giggle before nodding.
"Yeah, of course. Here, have a look." I motion her closer, while moving my desk chair away a little.
Rias inches herself closer, taking a look before very slowly blinking.
"Eh, Prima-chan?"
"Yeah?"
"Just…How…" She trails a bit awkwardly.
I giggle.
"Turns out, tattooing yourself is a lot more difficult than drawing on a flat surface." I drawl, before looking back to the half-finished astonishingly realistic rose bud I was drawing.
Well, probably that, plus the fact that I couldn't draw for shit until two days ago.
I was starting to get the handle on how to direct the creativity the Warp loaned me, having drawn a few more things Sunday afternoon and early evening, and wasted a schoolbreak on this part of my skill set yesterday.
The key was actually to start while already having a precise image of what you want to draw in your head before opening yourself to the Immaterium more fully and letting it permeate your being.
It was incredibly hard on my focus, though, because tHe VoIcEs could be extremely distracting.
The closest comparison I could make would be like trying to make a very, very smart monkey do something in your stead: it cooperates, but if you aren't on its ass during the whole thing, it starts to do its own thing, with even better results than when you were 'in charge'.
Otherwise, well, you created what the Warp wanted you to, which had some interesting consequences, let's say.
Nothing bad so far, really, but eldritch or cyclopean vistas were common more often than not, on fantastical and alien landscapes under multiple moons and strange stars.
In my 'undirected' drawings, the Stars were pretty much Not Right.
My lips quirk up involuntarily at my own silliness, prompting Rias to throw me an interrogative look that I wave away.
"Thought about something silly, don't worry Gremory-san." I answer, making her pout.
"I already told you to call me Rias! Ri-as." She insists, cheeks all puffed up.
"If you say so, Gremory-san." I answer back very flatly, just to mess with her.
The crimson headed devil's pout intensifies-
-and I lose my battle against my own hilarity, cracking up.
"Alright, alright, I give, geez." I surrender after a few seconds of having an angry heiress pinching my cheek, her own complexion a bit red.
She steps back with a little put upon huff.
"So?" I ask her, jerking my head toward my 'doodle', "What did you think?"
"It's pretty, even if it's unfinished." She comments, one of her hands cupping her chin, all silliness having vanished in profit of cold, regal professionalism, "Though, I have to ask: why did you not use some colors, Prima-chan?"
I give her a careless one shoulder shrug, which ends up making me bump her in the bum because I did not pay attention and she is still quite close to me, wrenching a yelp out of the devil's lips before throwing me a slightly outraged, red faced look.
I wince.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I apologize a bit sheepishly, before gesturing toward my drawing, "Well, two reasons, mainly.
"Firstly, I don't really have the time to properly color it, since we generally have less than ten minutes between these two periods.
"And secondly, because I don't have the proper supplies."
"What do you mean?" Rias asks, her cheeks back to their proper hue.
"I'm broke." I answer easily, "I don't have the means to invest into drawing supplies, is all."
For a beat, silence falls between us, none of us speaking as the both of us keep looking at the half-finished rose bud, until the bell rings.
"I see," Rias suddenly says, even as she starts moving toward her own desk, "But don't worry too much about it, Prima-chan.
"I'm sure things will get better soon enough."
Slightly bemused, I can only give her a little nod of thanks as the other students start to trickle inside the room.
My back hit the locker with a little thump as I find myself pressed against it by a very horny, very hot senpai, her own imprint in the Warp drowning our surroundings in the pinkish-purple of her Lust, and it's all I can do to actually muster more than a token resistance.
It was, actually, the third time such thing had occurred, even after swearing to myself that I wouldn't fall for it a second time-
-alas, my horny had been very strong that day, and she had strolled in the room while having discarded the top part of her keikogi and wearing only those binding thingies well endowed martial artists wear to help them perform better.
Needless to say, I ended up, once again, with her hand in my panties and shaking in her arms after a most delightful orgasm.
Well, you know what they say: fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me…
Or something along those lines, anyway, it's not like I'm really thinking straight here.
All of this to say that, even if this whole thing was very hot, so hot, in fact, that I was already drenched downside, I had to establish a few things, and since Koryu-Buchou apparently wasn't in the mood to talk-
I put a finger on her mouth, not so dissimilar as a shushing gesture, even as she closes the gap between us to kiss me, her assets flush against mine, making her come to a halt.
-then I actually had to take the initiative on this.
"Senpai, we need to talk." I tell her, not unkindly, but with a bit of steel in my voice, even as I pull my finger back.
"Oh?" The chestnut haired girl huskily answers, but I'm not fooled, since I can feel something akin to Dread coloring her imprint in the Immaterium, "And why is that Little Kouhai?"
"Alright, so, don't get me wrong," I start, sneakily snaking an arm in the low of her back, which she apparently doesn't really pay any mind to, but I'd rather force the conversation now than let the situation potentially fester, "I like what we do, here, together.
"But I'd like to know if this is something concrete or if we are just fooling around, yeah?" I carry on, a little bit awkwardly, not so much for me, but because I can feel her own Fear joining a chorus of other negative emotions, forming a corolla around her own imprint.
"I-I-" She stutter-starts, trying to inch herself away from myself-
-but I don't let go, giving her a really unamused stare, which apparently does the trick and cuts the weed right under her feet.
"Senpai, I'm not stupid, and I also know how to do some research on the internet." I start, her own Panic rising and she struggles a little-
-until I flick her on the head, making her yelp.
"Let me finish, please. I don't want to hurt you or anything silly like that." I tell her with a little sigh, which apparently finally calms her down, even if her Caution prevails, "Your name isn't really that common, I know that this kind of thing-" I gesture between the two of us "-could cost your father a lot in the Diet."
Turns out? Koryu Satoru, age 57, is a very prominent member of the Japanese Parliament.
Worse: he is a member of the conservative party.
If the fact that his daughter is gayer than springtime gets eventually known?
The guy can kiss goodbye to his ambitions, posthaste.
Even worse: I had to look for that by myself in the IT room, on a computer running on Door Panorama -an even worse version of Windows Vista, believe it or not- and almost lost one hour of my life doing it once I understood that my v hot senpai wasn't going to change her approach.
Instantly, I feel her Indignation rise-
-which forces me to finger flick her a second time while giving her my flattest half-lidded stare imaginable.
"Let me finish, please." I drawl, and, this time, she finally gets the message and settles somewhat.
"Now, I'm all for having my very hot senpai," I elaborate, the usually very assertive top shivering a little as I cup her cheek a little teasingly, "Doing all sorts of very naughty things to me, but, between the two of us, I'd rather it happens at my place.
"Where I live entirely alone.
"And no one will potentially stumble upon us by accident, yes?" I elaborate, an eyebrow quirked up, prompting Koryu-Buchou to give me a slow nod of acknowledgement, even if she keeps a semblance of Caution at the forefront of her thoughts.
"Now, if it's only for fun, we won't have to share our life stories with each other, but if we make it at least a thing between the two of us, then that also gives us the opportunity to hang out while cuddling and watching silly movies or something like that, yeah?" I tell her with a little wink, which she answers with a slightly shaky smile, for some reasons I can't even begin to decipher right now.
Eh, give me some slack: I'm hot and bothered, with a stunning girl in my arms, and have barely enough neurons in working order to keep tHe WhIsPeRs at bay while having a serious conversation.
"I don't want either of us to get hurt, alright?" I carry on gently, brushing one of her bangs behind her ear, "And I think it'd be easier if we did this kind of thing in a more private setting, is all."
The gorgeous brunette keeps staring at me for a beat, before heaving a little sigh, stepping back-
-and this time I let her go unimpeded, which earned me a grateful quirk of her own lips.
"...Let me think about it, Little Kouhai, alright?" She not-quite asks, rubbing one of her upper arms, her posture tense.
I easily nod in assent.
"I'm alright with that, Senpai." I answer, even if the furnace in my belly is protesting something absolutely fierce right about now.
Koryu-Buchou about-faces, making her way out of the locker room-
-before halting herself next to the door.
"...Prima?" She throws over her shoulder without looking back, making my heart skip a beat.
"Yes?"
"Thank you." The beautiful brunette whispers, before leaving the room.
For a beat, I remain still, before letting myself fall backward against the lockers with a groan.
"Let's hope you didn't fuck it up, Prima, because it's going to be one long ass dry spell otherwise." I grumble aloud as tHe VoIcEs quiet once more.
[AN: Double-tap time!
Told you I was cooking something.
You should trust me more!
Hope you enjoy, xoxo]