Today started off great and slowly went to shit as soon as I left my agency. Sure the ride on my Nightbike was normal. It always is. Speeding along with my mind on the fact that we were more than halfway there to the next murder date. Hell, maybe it's all just a smokescreen to cover his tracks. A huge coincidence. That's when I see the huge plumes of black smoke and smell the flames even through my visor.
Gunning it, I forget that I'm in my white suit. It barely offers any protection but that doesn't matter when lives are at stake. Just as I'm about to get there a burst of blue flames hits my bike and sends me for a tumble. I land on one knee and draw myself up, most of the fabric on my right side ripped off and scrapes dot my body. Leaking out is my scent as the flames seemingly part like a curtain.
"Get me Backdraft! Someone who can deal with fire! Anyone?!" I yell into my communicator, it's not dead but the voice that answers is the Dispatch Department. I could see him in my mind's eye already. The reedy and kinda weasely little guy that really should stop staring at me everytime the Commission wants to see me. He's not a creep but I could tell- I'm getting off track!
I duck behind some rubble and peek over the top of it at the ring of buildings burning.
"Midnight, could you please describe the situ-" I don't have time for this! People might be dying or are already dead, and by how much the wind's picking up it might spread to the other buildings nearby.
"Listen, Fukuishi. You either get me Backdraft or someone else who can handle fire rescues or I'm shoving my heel so far up your ass you'll never stop singing soprano, got it?!"
Standing tall between the parted flames is the Blueflame Arsonist. His dark hair billowing with his ill-fitting clothes billowing in the fire too. He has his arms spread and he looks down at me from the burning ruins.
"Ohhh you came!" he exclaims, "I'm so glad you could join me!"
"Get off the damn building!" I yell back, reaching into the saddlebag still facing up from where my bike spilled. He leaps off and flames spread under his feet.
"See, I don't get why my brother chose the sex symbol." he sighs as he walks towards me, "Out of all the heroes, Mt. Lady..." flames light his path, "Miruko, Burnin', I'd even take Bubble Girl!"
"But why you?" his voice is like a burnt-out hiss of Koyurei's own, "Is he into dominatrices? Is he like Propertius?"
"Who?" I ask.
"Roman poet." he rocks his hand a little, "But I digress! Show me what's gotten you so favored!" he stands back up and lashes out flames and I dodge grabbing the whip I needed.
Lashing it onto him there's a moment of no hesitation and I yank his arm before smashing him in the face with a brutal elbow. He whirls and crushes a hand right into my nose. Spots blur my eyes and tears spill out. A metallic taste fills my mouth and at the taste of blood my eyes widen. Not in shock but an eager buzzing overtakes me. This feeling... the tingling in my hands, the blood running down my face, and the fact I rip off some more of my fabric.
This is fun. My scent takes on an entirely different tincture and the Arsonist tries to rise again to use his quirk but his arm drops. The scent is pungent thanks to the fight. A grin widens on my face.
"Come on, Blueflame!" I yell, "Gimme more!" He lashes out his hand and flames bathe where I once was. He keeps blasting where I was with flames almost like a kid with his dad's gun.
"Enough! Disemble no more!" he snarls, shooting off more and more flames. My scent doesn't just cause him to be sluggish. He's panting and gasping. His clothes burn away showing more and more dark purple scar tissue, but the thing is that his flames are dying.
That's the secret of my quirk. It isn't just about sleep. It can do more. I just thought of smothering his flames and the scent became thicker and more pungent at that command. While it can't really stop the flames already eating away at the building he ignited it can stop the ignition source. He tries to fight it, tries to blast it with his flames, but there's not even a spark. It smothers and consumes the flames outright and I lash my whip around him. Wrestling with his struggles.
He thrashes, "No! You won't ruin my plan!" he roars. He strains with his shirt gone and his pants barely staying on. oddly enough as we fought his flames styed contained. Almost like he didn't want to burn the other buildings.
My whip tightens around the Arsonist with barbs digging into his skin also making him much more sluggish. His dulled blue eyes so much like my fiance's but I know it isn't him.
"What plan?" my voice snarls out with the throb of my nose and the cloying stench of burnt flesh making me even more uncomfortable. There's a crackling hiss of a chuff that turns into a scathing laugh.
"What plan?!" I snap again trying to keep the control I gained. This fucker isn't giving me anything at all!
His laughter continues and his smile's wide as can be. He made my fiance terrified, he almost killed me, and now he's *smiling?!*
Something in the back of my mind says, *You don't have to take this.* I stalk towards him with the one thought in my head still going, 'He's weak. So weak. All he had was his quirk. Such a shame.'
He grins up at me, "Now I get it. He likes you because you're safe..." he rasps, "You gave me quite the runaround, Midnight..."
That's when he jolts with his body almost hacking up blue flames from inside his body. They flash and in moments its just my whip charred to a crisp. The ashes of what once was his several sizes too small jacket billow away.
Once the smoke clears...
It's almost like he was never there. The only evidence that he was were the charred black ruins of the building he set alight. Looking over at the sign there's a moment where my heart drops into my stomach.
It read Kayama Family Perfumes.
I get home a little bloody and a little smoky, but otherwise alright. The lights are on and music is already on inside too. All I could think about was the sign, shooting a quick text to my dad to check on things. He answered back, 'We'll be ready for that creep, Nemuri. I have it all well in hand.' which means that he's probably now freaking the hell out and scrambling to fix things.
Sitting down at the stoop my ruined costume makes the night chill seep into me. I always hated it deep down. 'You fucked up and now Dad and everyone else are in danger.' my thoughts whisper, 'All because you wanted a good fuck. Story of our lives, Nemuri.'
Warm yellow light spills in from behind me, "Nemuri! You're home!" the bright happy crackle of my, no, Koyurei's voice has my heart soaring. Worry colors it all but I shoot up to my feet.
Koyurei's already at the door with worry in his brighter blue eyes and in moments he's in my arms with a kiss between us. His kiss is gentle and soft. More like a 'welcome home, I made a bath for you.' kind of kiss. Not the one I gave him. In moments I pick him up and pull him against my bare chest with my lips only letting him get out a squeak before I pull back with a vengeance.
It was a 'I'm going to make you not walk right for a few days after this, Loverboy' kiss. He gasps with his cheeks going bright red. He tasted the blood and it was so cute that he wanted more by the glimmer in his eyes, but his surprise quickly melts into mock confusion. His voice goes a little higher too.
It's even cuter.
"Nemuri? What's gotten into-" he asks before I tear off the remains of my white suit on my chest, the red gems falling to the floor and telling him all he needs to know.
"Oh. Don't you want to clean up first?" he warbles with a little bit of a scramble backward into the house, "I just... ah, I figured..." his warbling voice continues with an adorably geeky smile and giggle making me want him even more.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close, "Get in the shower now, honey." my voice is sickly sweet. He marches off with a pep in his step. Following him and getting into the bathroom. He's got the water going nice and warm with an almost eager bounciness to everything he does. He gets so cute when he's excited. He waits patiently and takes off his underwear.
His slender and burn-scarred body presses against me with an eagerness I'm used to. When I lather up his skin the roughness and the softness send tingles through my body. I want him pressed up to me, buried in my arms, and safe where he should be. I run my hand against his throat and pull him back to kiss him when I lean down a little bit. When I do there's a happy little moaning jolt he does.
Every day I fall more and more in love with him. Softly and always gently I brush my hand against his stomach. He knows what I want and that's why he's always putty in my hands. In moments I have him against the wall with his arms wrapped desperately around me and I softly push him into it with the heat building between us. Steadily as we go but at the same time I don't want him to be completely tapped out. So why finish it early? I pull back and he lets out a whine.
He doesn't like being edged like this but his adorable pouty face makes my heart soar.
"Come back, Nemuri!" his voice is heartbrokenly cute, but I draw him close.
"Let's take this to the bedroom, okay?" I ask before leaning down and pressing my lips to his ear, "Besides, I want to show you just how much I love you." my voice lowers to a soft near-husky murmur.
Carrying him to bed after drying off the best we could, I set him down and loom over him. His cheeks are bright red and he can't make much eye contact without looking away again. Pleasure surges through me when I ride him. Thinking about all the things we've done and been through, how much he's progressed as a man and as my partner. I wouldn't have it any other way.
All I focus on is making him feel every inch of me. All I want is to let him know I'm not going anywhere and that if anything happens to separate us I'd fight tooth and nail to get back to him. His moans encourage me to keep going. He's smiling and covering his mouth with a hand almost to stifle it. I don't ever want him to do that.
"Good job, baby... you're doing so well..." I'm breathy and airy wanting so badly to kiss him. My hands hold his and I pick up the pace, "Hold out as best as you can, Koyu-" heavy and thick warmth pours into me.
"Reiiii..." I moan and throw my head back and shudder, "God, that's good..."
Kissing his warm lips and moving down to his neck, he surrenders very easily to it. He knows I won't hurt him and that's a good thing. I continue my soft and loving kisses. I absolutely adore him. His love leaks out of every inch of him. He has so much to give. He gives everything his absolute best and he deserves more than his flowers. He deserves the whole goddamn store.
"Nemuri?" he asks.
"Hmm? What is it?" his eyes are full of that worry again and there's just this weight on my shoulders. Did I do something wrong?
"I can't wait to have your last name." he looks up at me with that awed smile, "Mr. Koyurei Kayama, professional househusband!"
"Professional househusband?" I giggle, "Sweetheart, you'd be the best. You already are!" Giving him a kiss on the forehead I almost can't wait to tell him what I'm planning.
"Oh please, I'm not that good..." he rolls his eyes and grins, "But when we DO get married, I want to dance to Who Wants to Live Forever."
"Really? I thought we'd do Heroes." His hand plays with my hair and I let out a coo, "What? You don't like David Bowie?"
Koyurei gets a little tense, "What? Yes I do. It's just that I think Who Wants to Live Forever is much more special." he kisses me and sits up, "Besides, I think I got some cake in the fridge, we can watch more of that drama you like."
"Oh honey, you don't have to watch it. I know how you get." Flashbacks of Koyurei angrily ranting at the screen when something didn't go the way he thought make me want to stop him.
"You grin and bear me singing along to GoRangers Snack Force's theme song every week, a school drama isn't that bad." He smiles and pushes me back on the bed, "Now gimme a second to get that cake."
"Okay..." I mock-sigh and settle in. Watching as he wanders out into the kitchen. I guess he went out to test some and picked one? He comes back with two plates with two slices.
"See, I couldn't decide what I wanted our wedding cake to be so I decided to make one half Red Velvet and one half Angel's Food." He passes it to me and I take the fork. It's heavenly.
The richness and the lightness both play very well together and Koyurei's practically glowing with pride that he got something right. I give him a peck on the cheek and he melts from the softness of it. My thoughts drift back to the fact that the Arsonist took out one of my parents' factories. He was trying to get my attention and got it, but his lame fighting skills without his quirk really didn't bother me...
What bothered me was the scent I used. I haven't changed Somnambulist's effects in a long while. I only did that- I immediately snap out of it when the main theme to my show starts up and Koyurei leans against me, Sushi hopping up onto the bed and purring. I shove those thoughts away. It's time to live in the present. Live in the now because we might not ever get that chance again.