Chapter 23 : Tempus Fugit - Starting with the dessert.
ENTRY: Alpha-019
ANNO:0 - LOCAL:2009
LOCAL DATE: APRIL, 30TH
BEGINNING RECORD
"So, I started a series of experiments to see if I could get a handle on my aura those last few evenings.
"The first thing I did was to try to reproduce what I managed to do instinctively earlier in the month, where I think I somehow managed to broadcast how pissed off I was in the middle of the classroom.
"Thing is, it is particularly hard to know if and when I succeed at broadcasting a particular emotion/thought at large, since it's not like I have someone on hand to confirm if it works or not.
"Nonetheless, I think I managed to do it after a few hours, by doing some sort of 'pull' and 'release' process.
"First step is to channel an emotion, a mindset, through yourself, then think really hard about releasing it outward.
"I don't know why, really, but it seems to be more complicated than it should be, but at the same time, I'm seemingly just as crippled with my telepathy and telekinesis.
"I shouldn't have to practice with those, since those are supposedly kiddy-stuff every Psykers can do, yet, I'm having some trouble.
"I'll look into it when I start tackling those two problems, maybe I'll get some answers in time.
"Anyway, aura.
"So, I managed to find a roundabout way to do the thing, even if it's a bit needlessly complicated, but that means that I should be good for my hypothetical meeting with a nekomimi.
"At least, I hope it'll be enough."
ENTRY: Alpha-019
ENDING RECORD
"Prima-chan! Happy birthday!" I'm glomped on as soon as I step near the gate of Kuoh High-School by a not-quite bouncing everywhere peppy devil.
I giggle, giving her back her hug, before stepping back.
"Thank you, Rias, I appreciate the thought." I tell her with a smile, before angling myself to greet her eternal shadow, "Himejima-san."
"Greetings, Hanako-san, and a happy birthday." The half-fallen answers politely as we exchange a quick, respectful nod.
"So! I had this idea!" The Gremory heiress, vibrating with excitement, interjects a bit forcefully, making me direct an amused look towards her Queen, who looks barely two steps removed from rolling her eyes, "Why don't we do a little something at my house this weekend to celebrate?"
I give the crimson headed devil a weirded out look, before side-eyeing Akeno while mouthing 'is she serious?'.
Her only answer is a slow blink and a little, elegant shrug.
I turn myself back toward the happily smiling, and obviously quite clueless, girl.
"Erh, Rias, aren't surprise birthday parties supposed to be, you know, surprising?" I hazard, a little bit amused.
The Gremory heiress blinks once, before reddening in shame instantly.
"A-Ah!" She stutters, obviously caught off guard by her own blunder-
-which makes me snort, before giving her a quick headpat.
"Hey, don't worry about it, really," I tell her with a smile, as one of her hands comes to pat the spot I ruffled a bit in visible confusion, "I like the idea."
"Really?" The Gremory heiress asks, eyes full of hope.
"Why would I lie about that?" I answer back amusingly.
I mean, I had stopped celebrating my birthday years ago, before finding myself here, but in a new universe, new body and new circumstances: why not give it a shot?
"Perfect!" The crimson headed devil chirps, clapping her hands together, "So, are you free tomorrow?"
"Erh, not quite?" I hazard, before elaborating while gesturing idly, "I have a lot of things to do in the morning, the gym after that and some reviews during the afternoon.
"I'm a bit anxious about the history test we have on Monday, so I'd rather take the time to work on it."
Well, that, plus the fact that someone said to me that they'll swing by.
"But I'll be free Sunday, if it doesn't bother you." I conclude with a smile.
"No worries, it works just fine for me." She answers happily, punctuating her sentence with a self-satisfied 'umu'-
-completely missing the fact that it aggravates her Queen to no end if the twitch of her eyebrow is anything to go by.
I giggle.
"Well, then I'd be happy to come by." I assure the crimson headed devil, whose smile instantly lit up the whole ass street.
I am in the zone, meditating on my meditation mat-thingy in my Basement, a few ball bearings in my open palms, held upward.
Inhale, exhale.
I let the Warp wash over me, tHe VoIcEs held at bay, a very distant whisper in my ear.
Inhale, exhale.
Most of my attention is on the spheres of cold, hard metal, trying to lift them with the power of my mind.
Inhale, exhale.
Alas, no such luck, as I had for the last thirty or so minutes, the damned things refusing to even fucking budge, which was becoming a massive pain in my-
The distant sound of the doorbell ringing breaks my focus, forcing me to blink a bit dumbly-
-until realization hits me, prompting me to jump upward from my cross legged posture in one smooth and quick motion-
-inadvertently jolting Skully out of its hover, making him trill at me an accusatory sequence of Binary-cant.
I wince, already on my way outside of the room, about-facing quickly before giving him an apologetic headpat.
"Sorry, Skully," I give him a lopsided smile, "I wasn't paying attention, erh, someone's here, I'll be back later?"
The Servo-skull somehow gives me the impression that he narrows his optics at me, making me sweatdrop a little.
"...Probably tomorrow?" I hazard.
Skully, in all its matte metal cybernetics, bone white cranium and baleful blue optics, keeps at his stare.
Silent.
Judging.
I sigh, a bit dejectedly.
"Come on," I whine, "I swear I'm not going to drop out of my training. It's kind of important for my well-being, you know."
He keeps staring at me for a beat longer-
-before about-facing and hovering away, giving me what I think is a last goodbye, right in time for the doorbell to ring for a second time, prompting me to dash out of the Basement.
A hop, a skip, a suspicious door locked, and I'm wrenching open the one leading outside of my house, a tad too quickly for it to be natural,-
-my eyes landing on one Koryu Sakura, clad in a jeans and blouse combo, a purse held at her side, her eyes shaded by dark sunglasses, hair pulled up and hidden under a gray cap that probably took a very quick and shallow glance at a french beret and told itself 'aight', Imma try imitating that'.
My lips quirk up a notch as I catch my composure back, leaning one of my shoulders against my door frame in a display that I hope looks as casual as I think it is, but I'm probably not pulling it off as well as I imagine.
I could compliment her about her clothes, how they suit her and that I find her outfit cute.
I could jest a bit, ask her if she's been followed on her way, if she managed to ditch her pursuers, while winking for extra-emphasis.
I could just be quick about it, greet her politely and invite her inside, asking her how her day was as she comes inside.
Or-
"Hey." I greet her with a one-hundred percent dumbass smile.
-I could be a total dunce, and make it as lame as possible.
I instantly flush, eyes darting to the side.
So. Fucking. Smooth, Prima, you absolute moron.
My mouth flaps open, my brain trying to find something clever to say to salvage what's left of my rapidly dead and cooling pride-
-only for a musical giggle to lift a weight off my shoulders.
"Hey back." The gorgeous brunette jokes back, making my heart flip-flop and my cheeks redden even further, but hey, at least she laughed! "May I?"
I blink-
-before stepping away from the door, jerking my head further inward.
"Of course!" I blurt out, a little too quickly, but if the chestnut haired girl notices, she doesn't say anything, "Come in."
She enters, I follow, a myriad of scenarios running through my mind, my eyes only darting very quickly to her backside, affirming to myself that her keikogi doesn't do her proper justice, distracting me even further-
-and by the time she has taken off her shoes, the two of us walking silently side-by-side toward the living room, the couch already nearby, I'm just as fucking lost as I was before-
-until I pinch the back of my hands, held behind me, almost at parade rest by force of habit, the pain actually managing what my brain, flush with hormones, apparently can't, and centering myself back.
I inhale, exhale.
"So-"
"So-"
The both of us speak over each other, prompting us to come to a halt, a silent song and dance of 'who's turn it is starting'-
-until I sigh heavily, making Sakura do a double take.
"Alright, I have this feeling that we're actually making this way more awkward than we have any right to, wanna start over?" I not-quite drawl.
One of her hands comes up, pulling her shades down her nose to give me a slow, lazy blink.
The corners of her lips quirk up.
Mine too.
And we burst out laughing.
The door of my room burst open as I find myself not-quite pushed through-
-only it is not-quite because a certain very hot senpai is currently kissing me senseless while 'gently' marching me toward the bed-
-and I'm not really inclined to stop her because I'm both a bit pent up and relieved that she actually accepted my invitation.
I thought I had fucked up, until she discreetly took me aside at the end of Thursday's session, slipping a paper with her number on it, the two of us soon hashing the details afterwards.
I still didn't know what we were supposed to be, or even if it was a one time thing.
To be perfectly honest?
I don't really give a fuck.
I find myself pushed away and backward, a little yelp escaping me as for a beat all I know is the fall-
-until I hit my mattress, the suddenness of the move making me lose a certain gorgeous brunette from view-
-that is, until she not-quite crawls over and above me, the rich brown of her hair falling all around the both of us like a curtain until we are both at eye-level, her own eyes smoldering and hungry, her smile predatory and her lips flushed.
"Nice talk?" I joke, the heat on my cheeks almost too hot to be comfortable and my lower belly having turned into a furnace at some point, my undies sticking to my privates in a very moist fashion-
-my statement makes her blink slowly, before her grins widens a notch as she unbuttons my shorts with a hand.
"Indeed, little Kouhai," She honest-to-god purrs, and I can only shiver in anticipation, "But I was more excited about the meal, to be honest."
"Yeah?" I answer, a little bit dumbly, even if a part of my brain is telling me there's a trick somewhere.
"Of course," she nods regally, her slightly calloused fingers slipping inside the hem of my shorts, "I am a bit peckish, had to skip lunch today."
"That's a shame." I mumble back, still a bit lost.
"But I wanted to try something new anyway?"
"Ah?"
"So," She pulls down my shorts and panties both, the sudden influx of cold air making me shiver even as her hands come to spread my knees apart, "I think I'm going to start with the dessert, today."
I gape at her, even as she gives me an impish smile-
-seconds only before I feel her hot breath atop my flower-
-an eternity and a beat too quick before she gives my lower lips a slow, languorous kiss.
I gasp, my hands reflexively coming to clutch/fist her hair as waves of very nice sensations rush over my body.
She starts 'eating'.
And for a long, long while, all I know is pleasure.
[AN: I got stupidly stumped for a whole day, wondering how I was going to play their first date-not-date, then I realized I only had to channel awkward-teenage-me going for their first date, and we were good to go.
Consider this a tribute for all those very awkward moments everyone has, where you feel like a dunce at every beat, but at least I made it quick.
Hope you enjoy, xoxo]