Chapter 49 : Tempus Fugit - The Christmas Special Episode
Like things were wont to do in this cray-cray basket of a world, life more or less came back to normal after what I came to call 'the Nighthaunt incident'.
I say more or less, because a few things didn't quite get back to normal. Through what I supposed was a generous application of mind-whammy, nobody made much of a fuss when one of our classmates just flat-out stopped showing up in class the week after, and it admittedly took me a while to ferret what happened precisely.
I got my answer a few days after while checking in the local hospital, motivated mostly by morbid curiosity, where most of the victims were being treated from a variety of ills, including dehydration and food deprivation, and other things. Kinda surprised it didn't reach the ears of the local journalists, but I guess that's a Masquerade-type of setting for you. If the supernaturals weren't able to cover their asses at least half-competently, the existence of the 'moonlit world' would have become common knowledge a long time ago.
Most of the girls were getting better, physically speaking, but remained in a bad shape mentally. Some of them were even trapped in a catatonic state.
Coincidentally, that's how I found my would-be bully, getting fussed over by an anxious couple, largely unresponsive, her parents somehow persuaded that she never was enrolled at Kuoh High, something made clear after a few seconds of discussion.
Probably Sona's attempts to dissimulate what had been going on to the younger crowd, if I had to guess.
In the end, it wasn't my problem, not anymore. I had done what I could to save those women and put an end to this perversion, and wasn't even remotely skilled enough to help them out of their mental woes with my telepathy.
I turned my back from the hospital and the victims that very day, and never looked back.
Time resumed its march afterward, the not-quite easy, but certainly comforting routine I had going on helping me put all of this behind me as I largely put my trust into my devilish friends to handle the issue and its ramifications.
Classes went on, the last of the elimination tourney for the Youth Kendo League Championship happened -we qualified, by the way-, I kept getting bossed around by my increasingly motivated gym coach, still had my occasional lovely Saturday evening with my girlfriend and the odd tea time invitation on Sunday with Rias & Co.
Like that, November went, December arrived, and soon it was time for the Christmas one week holiday.
Except…
"Ya aren't doing anything special, Shoujo-chan?" Toroko-san asks me -more like repeats what I just said a few seconds ago- surprise clearly visible on his face.
I repress a snort, even as I keep doing my reps.
"Is that really surprising?" I exhale in faux-wonder, rising upward from my squatting position, "Twenty-one. It's not like I have-" I squat back down, "-anyone with whom to celebrate, really."
Which was certainly kind of sad, but understandable.
Sakura would be going back to Tokyo for a few days to celebrate Christmas and New Year's eve with her family, while I strongly doubted that the Devils made merry about Big G's son's birthday.
The mountain of a man gives me a contemplative look, and I have to smother a laugh as I can almost picture some gears turning in his head about my situation.
Not like it was anything else than a barely disguised commercial event in any case-
"Ya should come spend the evening with us, then." Toroko-san says matter-of-factly.
My thoughts screech to a halt.
"Slave driver of a coach says what?" I blurt out, looking at him with big wide eyes.
His eyebrow ticks.
"Imma pretend I didn't hear that." He comments mildly and I flush a little, "I know those aren't as popular as the other holidays with the older crowd, who all think it's gaijin crap, but I always liked the idea of gathering the family and all for an evening. It's important. And I think nobody should be left alone during those.
"So, what'd ya say?"
"I-I wouldn't want to impose." I stammer out, feeling a bit awkward.
"Bah, ya won't." He waves off easily, "The wife will be happy to be all over ya since she can't reasonably fuss over my daughter anymore, and ya got yar head straight on yar shoulders, so ya'll be right as rain meeting my little girl and her husband. It's just for an evening anyway, to remember there are still nice things in this world, and it's not all supernatural crap."
I mull over what Toroko-san just said for a bit, even as I keep doing my reps.
…And I inevitably come to the conclusion that he is right.
Since I've landed here, I've mostly lived my life while anxiously preparing for the future shrödinger crap which could or could not drop on my head at some point, and the only 'normal' thing in my life so far is my very close friendship with Sakura.
Hell, even my workout sessions got a supernatural angle nowadays since my coach became in the know.
I anxiously worry at my lower lip-
"It's just for an evening anyway." Toroko-san points out with a lazy shrug.
-and I sigh softly.
"Alright, I'll come." I agree after a beat.
"Great!" He beams at me, "So, things ya should know-"
I couldn't keep the soft and warm smile away from my face as I leave Toroko-san's home behind, my mood simultaneously lifted and melancholic at the same time.
This Christmas dinner had been lovely, and unfolded almost exactly as my coach-cum-acquaintance had told me it would.
His wife -Toroko Hina- had fawned, then worried over me during the whole evening, in a fashion so eerily similar as my own mother one lifetime ago so often did that I almost slipped and called her 'mom' at some point during the evening, while his daughter -Suzuki Mirai, born Toroko Mirai- a soft-spoken and graceful dark-haired office lady in her early thirties, and her husband -Suzuki Kentaro- an amiable, glass wearing marketing director, went to great length to include me in their discussion despite my orphan background and my young age.
I could've down without the obligatory baby-holding moment and its mandatory cooing noises, since I never quite liked very young children and always ended up quite distressed in their presence, but it had been a nice evening in which I managed to take a breather, away from the supernatural shitshow happening behind the scene.
Though, as nice as the moment had been, it had also forced me to reminisce and think back to what I had left behind when I got sent here.
It had been months, yes, but spending the evening of the most celebrated western holiday sent me down memory lane a few times, something which my hosts noticed at some point and blessedly mistook for the consequences of growing up in an orphanage, and I realized something.
I was happy, yes, but, deep down, I missed the same family with which I had nearly cut all ties a lifetime ago.
I exhale softly under my thick scarf as I make my way back to my house, the warmth of my breath transforming into steam despite the fact that I'm not really feeling the cold of the night anymore these days.
My mood is, in fact, quite bitter-sweet. I know for a fact that my past-parents would have trouble accepting me as I am right now, despite my happiness, but I couldn't help but wonder what they were up to now.
Was I missed?
Had an empty casket been buried in my stead at some point?
So many questions that I had carefully repressed in a corner of my mind and forced myself to forget, ones to which I'll probably never have any answer too.
My life was undoubtedly better now, for a boatload of reasons, chief among them the fact that I am finally happy with myself, but did it happen at the cost of my own relatives' happiness?
Should I care about it?
I slowly shake my head, the lights of the streetlamps dancing in my eyes as I keep walking forward.
No, the best way to deal with all this, was to acknowledge that it happened, and live in spite of it.
I couldn't do anything about what happened, I am, after all, and at a minimum, a literal universe too far for correcting some past mistakes and misunderstanding.
All I could do was move forward, while keeping the good moments warmly in my heart of heat.
I slow down my walk as I reach the doorstep of my home, fumbling for my keys for a few seconds.
As I go to close my door behind me, I look away and skyward, toward the stars of the December's night sky.
"Merry Christmas, Mom, Dad." I whisper under my breath, a melancholic smile on my face.
Oddly, the silence of my little two-story house isn't as nearly suffocating as I thought it'd be tonight afterwards.
I giggle in Sakura's mouth even as I kick my bedroom's door open, my hands already tugging off her shirt, the purple-pink of her Lust and Desire almost smothering me with their intensity.
Admittedly, with Christmas and New Year's eve, it has been a few weeks since we had a moment for us together, and I'm fairly certain that I am almost as drenched down there in anticipation as she is.
Our tongues keep wrestling with each other as we makes our way toward my bed, my girlfriend finally losing her top at some point before we reach it, a hungry, husky growl in the back of her throat as she goes to push me on the mattress-
-but I surprise her by wrestling control back from her at the last second, and she lands on her back with a little 'oof' of surprise, which makes me chuckle.
"Erh, Prima?" She asks aloud, her eyebrows having climbed all the way up her forehead and now hiding behind her bangs, dark-brown pupils locking with mine.
"Yes, Sakura?" I answer mildly, even as I put on a little show to shrug off my tank top in slow motion.
I feel her emotions dim a little, which almost annoys me, but I have a plan and surprise both for her today.
Nothing said that we couldn't celebrate Christmas a few handful of days later, after all.
"You know that…" She starts, a little awkwardly.
"I do, but it got me thinking about something." I reassure her, and a hint of very mild Curiosity blossoms around her imprint in the Immaterium, "Do you mind losing the bottom, hmm?"
I turn my back to her, chuckling a little under my breath at her haste when I hear the hustle and tussle of her clothes getting very quickly discarded while I low-key do a little strip to her benefit, my pants pooling on the floor, then my bra, then my tanga.
I look at her over my shoulder, before turning myself to show her my profile.
"Like what you see~?" I sing-song to her, taking a moment to drink her own defined form, only clad in her underwear.
"Always." She assures me, propped up on her elbows, and I can't help but giggle at the seriousness of her tone.
I turn myself to face her fully, her own eyes snapping lightning-quick downard to my privates, her mouth making a little 'o' of surprise, her Lust instantly ballooning to high heaven and my own confidence soaring as the corner of my lips curl up.
"Really?" I muse, hands clasped behind my back, my cheeks burning in delight at rendering my lover mute with horniness, and I sashay closer to the bed, "And now?"
The gorgeous brunette follows my motions, gaping in her surprise and wonder both -I know because she radiates those- even as I finally reach the bed and start to crawl upward over her.
She only finds it in herself to look me in the eyes when everything downward gets momentarily hidden by our combined topward assets both, her two hands machinaly coming to rest on my ass, making lightly shiver in delight as she starts to grope.
"...Why?" She asks, looking at me very intently.
I hum under my breath, eyes half-closed in appreciation as she paws at my buttcheeks.
"Don't start thinking that it's because of you, silly." I answer after a beat, even as I grind our breast together, feeling the beginning of a very nice heat gathering in my lower belly, "I'm not that shallow. I always liked the idea, but I felt like it would be better if I had both someone to show it to and something to celebrate.
"And," I boop her nose, "It's not like I'm swimming in money, so consider this my Christmas present for you, yes?"
"Alright." She answers, her voice a little strangled.
"Do you like it?" I ask archly.
"Fuck yes!" She blurts out, her cheeks burning.
I giggle, before sitting myself back on her thighs.
"What are you waiting for, then?" I taunt, shaking my rear a little, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of my buttocks, "Open your gift~."
I expected her to pounce on me at that point, but Sakura surprises me as she gently, sedately props herself seated while keeping me in her half-open lap.
Her hands come downward, fussing a little, before managing to untie the knot.
Her eyes lock with mine, even as she slowly, with reverence almost, tug the ribbon loose.
I snatch it off her grasp with a delighted laugh, before pushing her back down on the mattress.
"Now, for the second part," I start, gently tugging at her right wrist, before turning her hand palm upward as I make it rest above her crotch, "I'm going to need your participation."
"Yes?" She asks distractedly, her eyes roaming on my body.
"Do you mind curling two of your fingers up?" I ask her, even as my hands disappear behind my back.
She does so with a very hasty and shallow nod, even as I tie my wrists together with a little telekinetically assisted sleight-of-hand.
"Perfect~," I purr at her, before angling myself a little to wave at her from behind, her eyes snapping toward the ribbon tying my hands together and her arousal rising a few notches higher, "Now, I'm going to rock your world, and your going to like it. You ready?"
I can almost feel her the beginning of her Confusion manifesting, but the tingling sound of very light metal against metal prompts her to look downward-
-coincidentally getting a front row view of my hips rising upward as I adjust my position, only to slam down an instant later on her fingers, her digits vanishing inside my depths.
I gasp a little at the abruptness of the penetration, Sakura's purple-pink aura gaining in intensity-
"Don't." I pant, "Move. Let me."
"Alright." She answers, her tone positively mesmerized, the thumb of right hand ghosting along my lower lips.
I gyrate my hips a little, letting out a satisfied hum as her free left hand rises to cup my breasts.
Once I'm used to the sensation, I give my lover a coy smile, before rising my hips once more-
-and starting to fuck myself on her fingers in truth.
It has taken me months to find a workaround for my very hot senpai's natural proclivities and my own tendencies to want to participate and do something in bed, until I got one idea.
Bootleg-cowgirl.
And, if her increasingly flushed cheeks as I work my hips up and down her calloused fingers are anything to go by, I was right when I thought she'd like it.
I feel myself grow hotter with each motions, the hand pawing at my breast and my increasingly more drenched depths sending more and more very interesting signals to my brain, like little statics along my nervous system.
I moan as I come back down for the nth time, rolling my hips for a bit to gather back a bit of strength in my legs, the exercise surprisingly difficult, especially with my hands tied like that-
-but the little minx makes it even harder as her grip on my breast tightens a notch and she curls her fingers inside of me, touching my fun spot just so, and I let out a positively whorish sound.
It takes me a bit before I can gather my breath back, and I can't help but to give the gimlet eye to my lover.
"I said don't move." I grumble, my cheeks -and my everything- burning hotter than the sun.
"Then you'd better hurry." She shoots back, a delighted and hungry smile on her lips, "Because I will if you're not quick enough."
The game resumes as I rise up once more, each of my motions accompanied by a very soft metallic sound.
I can't help but to close my eyes at some point as my senses start to get overwhelmed by the riot of sensations I'm getting subjected to, gasps and moans leaving my lips time after time, my legs getting increasingly weaker as I come ever closer to my climax, Sakura's gentle massage of my breast having transformed into something more primal, possessive as I give her a show of a lifetime.
And, all along, the heat in my lower belly rises, rises, and keeps rising, until…
I feel my depths clutching at her fingers with a deathgrip as bonafide lightning jolts my everything, my body tensing as I scream in delight and release both when I slam my hips against hers one time too many.
I see white, my mind is floaty, and I only realize that I'm sprawled flush against my lover's body when my eyes flutter open and I find my head buried in her collarbone.
It takes me a little while to gather my breath and be able to look at her in her eyes.
"D-Did you… Like it?" I ask between two pants.
But I don't really need to-
"Yes." She answers, eyes burning with desire.
-because her Lust is blinding me right in my face.
I go to answer her, but she chooses this moment to curl her fingers inside me and my breath hitches once again-
-and I find myself sprawled on my back, hands still tied, without really knowing how that happened, my lover gliding down my body with barely disguised hunger.
She gives me a smile with so many layers of hidden meanings that I just blue screen trying to understand the first-
-that is, until she wrenches my legs open with the look of a woman on a mission.
"Oh." I articulate intelligently as she trails a few kisses along my thighs.
She chuckles throatily.
"My turn." The gorgeous brunette declares imperiously, punctuating her sentence by kissing my little nub.
Let's just say that the night got really interesting afterward, and that I ended up feeling really sore the next day, warp-based healing or not.
Really relaxed too, though.
[AN: Ayo!
So, this chapter kinda fought me for a while, because I had a lot of ideas for it, but none of them seemed right in a way that I was satisfied with.
I had this whole idea of writing a full scene with Toroko-san's family, but I ended up ditching it because I thought that it kinda killed the pacing, and the really important part was Prima's reflections afterwards anyway.
I'm not one hundred percent satisfied with the results, and I'm kinda disappointed with myself that I didn't release it in time for Christmas, but, as they say, shit happens.
And, no, you will not have a description of Prima's little 'gift' to Sakura, because I'm keeping the surprise until we get a first person point of view later on.
I know, I know, I'm an asshole.
Sowwy, te-he 3
Hope you enjoy, xoxo]