Author's Note: I started to add this to last week's halo but then I decided to make its own separate one. At first, I suggested with writing this out, but then I saw where I could go with it. This turn of events is going to be a rather interesting one to develop. We take another trip into "Noiz shamelessly sexualizes Mikado because she can" land. You're going to be seeing more of this as the season goes along. I ended up finishing this halo last night. I just felt right the way I ended it. Next week, you're going to get two halos- the usual and the Halloween special. I am hard at work with the latter and I will see what I will come up with next week's halo. For now, enjoy this week's halo.
Halo Eleven: Yokubo:
She wasn't done with him yet. Everything about him was addictive. She had his scent and wouldn't let him go. Her toys would've crumbled and broken into ruin by now. What made him so special? Why was he so different from the others?
Yokubo began another round of her wicked games. While she was at it, she decided to do an inquest as to what made Ryugamine Mikado so irresistible.
This day alone fed her soul as she watched his sexcapades.
Marin had the first taste on Christmas Eve morning. Yokubo hasn't had a chance to taste him properly yet. Actually, that is a lie. She's tasted him many times. Just not in this timeline. The deity of lust already decided that she was going to change that. She visited him again last night.
Even so, Mikado won't give himself to her. He's still holding out on the belief that he can still be faithful. Faithful to the mother of his child.
Yokubo all but laughed at that thought.
Fidelity. That in itself was the biggest joke that the human race created. She knew that they couldn't help themselves. Yokubo had seduced many a married man. Mikado was going to be no different.
Marin went back to her place after she got her fill. Mikado watched in silence as she greedily licked up her prize. She licked it up like it was life-giving water. When she was done, Marin kissed Mikado on the cheek.
"I will see you tonight," she whispered. The tadpole boy didn't respond. He only looked up when she vanished into thin air. Mikado rubbed his forehead.
"What's become of me?" he asked. He was starting to turn into the person that he didn't want to be. Anri was still alive and he wasn't desperate. Despite his best attempts, his history was repeating itself.
Mikado looked up when he heard a knock on his bedroom door.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I'm coming in," a familiar voice said. The door opened and Mika poked her head inside.
"Oh…" Mikado said. Mika had a stern look on her face.
"We need to talk," she said. The tadpole stared at her and said nothing. He knew what this was about. Mika slipped into the room. She stood in front of him with her arms folded across her chest.
"Why do you keep avoiding her?" she asked. Mikado stared at her for a pregnant pause. Mika waited for his answer. The tadpole dropped his head.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to," she said. She's tired of hearing him apologize to her and Anri.
"How about not apologizing and trying to fix the problem!" Mika said.
"What do you think I have been trying to do?!" Mikado asked. "I tried to keep her away from me but something is conspiring against me." It sounded crazier out loud. If he said that to anyone else, they would think that he needed therapy.
"So are you just going to run away again?" she asked.
"Run away?" the tadpole asked. Mika had a frosty look in her eyes. Mikado dropped his shoulders.
"No…" he mumbled.
"So you're serious about trying to save her?" Mika asked.
"Yes," Mikado said with a low voice.
"Good," she said. The girl was ready to tell him what he needed to do. However, Yokubo isn't going to make it that east.
She had everything set up with their sanctuary. The spider lily valley was perfect. But it could be better. Yokubo stared at the bed with white sheets in the middle of the field. She couldn't wait to do the ritual with her prey.
All she needed was for him to let her in. Last night, she offered the invitation to him.
"Come on baby," she said. The deity didn't have to come out and say it. Mikado tried to break away from her once. He's still trying in vain to resist. Yokubo gave him a little pout.
"Aw, why are you so mean to me?" she asked. Mikado cleared his throat.
"I'm going to be a father," he said. Yokubo raised her eyebrow. It looked like she was trying not to laugh at him. The color drained from his face. She reached out and took him by the cheeks.
"You could make this easier on yourself," Yokubo said in a low voice. "Just let me in." This time, he didn't move. She could see the fear in his eyes. Yokubo licked her lips. It was going to be only a matter of time.
Here the plan thickened.
How long have they played this game? Yokubo found herself not tired of playing yet. The best part was she didn't have to do extra work. She had no idea that a bite during this little battle between them would lead to this obsession. Since then, she wanted to pull him deeper under her skin. That first night they had sex awoke something inside of her.
Yokubo just had to have more.
It was a good thing that she could just let the sexual energy build before she took it for herself.
"You're quite the naughty boy, you know that?" Yokubo asked behind him. Mikado refused to answer her. He wouldn't even look at her. The lust deity pouted.
"So you're just going to ignore me now?" she asked. She folded her arms across her chest.
"Fine," Yokubo said. "I will just keep myself entertained." She knew just the topic to get started with.
"How many girls have you slept with so far?" she asked. Mikado still tried to ignore her as she counted up on her fingers.
"Let's see… There's Anri, Lilith, Akari, Marin… Oh yeah, and me! That's about… Five people plus your best friend?" Yokubo let out a low whistle.
"That is a lot of people! Nowhere near my body count, but still…" She rose to her feet.
"There will be more to come."
Mikado waved her off as he walked out the door. This didn't bother her. He was going to be back. Or rather, she was going to be watching him closely.
Yokubo watched her prey throughout the day. She let thoughts of everything she wanted to do to him run free in her head. The deity could wait. Yokubo would make him hers. It was only a matter of time.
She followed him to Shinjuku. Mikado had so much going on in his mind. He doesn't know what to do with Masaomi and Anri. Yokubo could make him forget about them. That was her specialty after all. For now, she was just going to hang back. She decided to keep watching. The deity had the feeling that something else bigger was about to happen. Yokubo already knew what was going to happen. Lust was her domain after all. She just had to sit back and watch the show.
Lately, Mikado's been seeing her more in his dreams. He doesn't need to sleep, but he still does from time to time. He found himself back in that damned spider lily field. Their scent made him want to vomit. It started to follow him in his waking life as well.
He could smell that lemony scent in that hotel room with that salaryman. Mikado did his best to ignore it. He tried to distract himself with the only method that he only knew how. That smell only made him pound harder and faster. Anything to lose himself from her clutches. Ironically, this was what she wanted. He was feeding her without knowing it
Christmas was going to be no different. Yokubo had the perfect for her prey when he got home. She found him in that hotel room and whispered something in his ear. Whether he really heard her or not, that didn't matter. She was taking this chase up to the next level.
Christmas Night
There was that scent again. Mikado wrinkled his nose as he stirred into consciousness. This room looked dark. The tadpole could barely move at first. His eyes darted around his surroundings. His stomach turned as thoughts turned in his head.
It didn't take long to notice that he wasn't alone in the room.
"Oh good, you're finally awake, my love."
Mikado lifted his head. He spotted Yokubo sitting in the corner, watching him. She giggled at his puzzled expression.
"Surprised?" she asked. Mikado struggled away from her on the bed.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"My domain," Yokubo said. She held up a graceful hand.
"Ent, ent. Close that cute little mouth of yours. I'm trying to explain. Save your questions until we're finished." The deity of lust lowered her hand.
"Thank you," she said. "As I was saying, you are in my domain. Don't worry you're here but yet you are out there at the same time." This was the first time Mikado got a better look at the room they were in. He was sitting on a bed decorated with all black. The frame and the silk sheets were deep black. The mattress was so soft Mikado felt like he was sinking into a cloud. Lacy black curtains covered all of the windows. The shag carpet and the chandelier matched the room. Mikado couldn't help but be reminded of being in one of Purgatory's many hotel rooms.
"Do you like it?" Yokubo asked. "I made it myself. I know it's different from the Spider Lily Field that you are used to. But there is a reason we aren't there tonight." She leaned in closer with a hungry smirk on her face.
"I have something for you," she said in a low voice. Mikado's right eye started to twitch.
"What?" he asked. Yokubo crawled onto the bed with him. Her legs came on either side of him. She licked her lips.
"Are you familiar with the Ten Dreams?" she asked. Mikado gulped as he nodded.
"Good," the deity said. "Well, this is going to be my version of the Ten Dreams." He started to open his mouth. She put her finger to his lips.
"No, no. Don't talk. Just lay there and listen. You will wake up in ten different rooms and meet my friends. You don't need to worry. You will be here and out there at the same time. Your physical body will go on like nothing is happening. Okay, you might feel a warming sensation throughout your body, but nothing serious. You might not even be aware of what is happening in here. While you are in here, you will be subjected to the whims of their pleasures." Yokubo giggled.
"My friends are going to love you!" She traced her finger along his right cheek. Delighted chills ran up her spine. Yokubo closed her eyes for a moment.
"Mmm. Yes. I can see it now." She opened her eyes and looked down at her prey. Mikado lay underneath her panting. His pupils were dilated. Yokubo made a face at him.
"Aw, you're trembling," she said. "Are you afraid?" She could hear his heart racing. The tadpole shook his head quickly.
"No!" he yelped. He tried to sit up but Yokubo pushed him back down. The tadpole gulped again.
"I… I…" he said. Mikado didn't need to speak. She leaned and kissed him on the lips.
"I think you are ready," Yokubo whispered. The deity gave him another kiss. She sat up when she and he heard a knock on the door.
"Oh," she said. "They're already here." Yokubo climbed off of the bed. She took one more look over her shoulder.
"And don't worry little pet," she said. "You'll enjoy it too. Maybe you might not want to leave." Yokubo opened the door.
First Dream
"Welcome," Yokubo said to the first guest. Mikado looked up at the doorway. This woman looked around close to forty years old. Long purple hair came down to her waist. A large silver hairpin held some of it back. The tadpole tried not to look at her curved naked body underneath her long white see-through shirt. She still held a glass of liquor in her hand.
"Oh, my dear," Yokubo said. "You're early." The other woman looked at him with flushed cheeks.
"Am I?" she asked.
"Doesn't matter," the deity of lust said. The women turned to the bed.
"Little pet! This is my friend, Mochizuki," Yokubo said. "And she's really hungry tonight." The other woman's lips curved into a smile. She took a little sniff of the air.
"Mmm! Something smells good," she said. Mochizuki's eyes trailed over to a tense-looking Mikado. He didn't dare to move. The woman giggled as a little bit of blood escaped from her nose. She was quick to wipe it away. She clearly wasn't human.
Yokubo patted her friend on the shoulder.
"Have fun," she whispered. She slinked her way out of the room. When the door closed, Mikado knew that he was truly alone with this ravenous woman. Mochizuki swayed over to the bed.
"You smell so good," she said. The woman crawled up onto the bed. Mochizuki giggled.
"What are you?" Mikado asked. That was the only thing that he could think to ask. The woman stared deep into his blue eyes with her red ones.
"Heh," she said. The woman leaned in close to his ear.
"I'm a demon, my silly boy," she whispered. She bit him on the earlobe. Mikado winced but didn't scream out. Mochizuki smiled as she slid off her shirt.
"Kiss me," she commanded. The woman closed her eyes and puckered up. Mikado stared at her in unease. So this was what it came down to? Was Yokubo going to break him into submission through sex with her horny friends?
It was Mochizuki who closed the distance. She pressed her lips against his. The tadpole's mind went blank. The kiss didn't feel suffocating. He hadn't expected it to be so light, so airy. Mochizuki pulled away so fast.
"Well?" she asked. Mikado stared at her dumbfounded. He didn't get a chance to reply. The seductive demon leaned in and kissed him again. She pushed her tongue through his open mouth. The woman used her weight to push the tadpole down onto the bed. He was already naked. Her hands groped along his bare shoulders. Her fingers traced along his chest. She moved from his lips and started kissing on his neck. Mikado let out a soft, reluctant moan. That was all it took to make the seductive demon move down to his chest. He found himself so reluctant to admit that her lips felt so soft against his skin. Mikado cursed himself for not being able to think straight and succumbing to primal urges. By the time Mochizuki started nibbling and laying tiny butterfly kisses on his stomach, the tadpole boy was done for.
She was more than happy to take his cock into her mouth.
Yokubo smirked over her wine as she watched the action unfold.
"Nine more to go," she murmured to herself over her glass.
While Mikado was slipping out of the hotel room in the early hours of the morning, Katori could sense something wrong with her father's soul. When she got a good look at what was going on inside of him, it was clear that she was going to need backup.
The girl stood in front of a closed clothing shop. She reached and touched the glass.
"797-6262-8210-1212," Katori said as she traced the numbers. They began to light up on the glass. She took a step back. Ringing filled the air. She closed her eyes and took a breath.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" Katori asked. There was a fast crackle that snapped through the air.
"Oh good, you're here," she said. "It's worse than I first saw. She's got her hooks in him deep. I'm going to need backup for this."