Tonight was depressing. That was how Chifuyu felt as she shambled against the wooden fences of the suburban district. Another session of drinking her day's stresses away and her usual stubbornness forced her to refuse the help of her closest friend and colleague Yamada Maya. It was probably for the better, no one had to see the pitiful state she was in now. Drunk and barely on her feet, the normally proud woman known worldwide for her beauty and skill was reduced to the form of a has-been alcoholic trying to forget everything wrong in her life. Really, there was nothing wrong with this life after all. She was an orphan living with her younger brother. Said younger brother was now on a decently paced road to a good life. He also had five potential lovers all vying to be the one true love for him. She was adored as the most perfect woman on this Earth.
All this made Chifuyu puke her guts out as alcohol mixed in with those putrid thoughts. The truth was far from how people wanted to paint it. As far back as Chifuyu could remember, her parents had abandoned the two of them as young as she was at age 13. Ever since she'd been struggling to keep the both of them together, fighting against social services that ushered them to orphanages where the chances of separation were far too high. She'd gained a friend who was probably more likely to stab her in the back out of good will than do anything that positively impacted her life. Chifuyu was forced to enroll Ichika in the most prestigious school on Earth because it was either that or have him sent to a lab to be dissected, either way he'd be treated as a freak for life. Now that he's grown up, he has girls falling for him left and right and Chifuyu felt her duty as both elder sister and guardian of the boy to chase them all away with her prized katana in hand. Despite all that she let them come, because she knew her little brother wasn't so little anymore. He needed space. But the worst of Chifuyu's troubles was that no matter how she tried to reason to herself her own actions, no matter how she wanted to play the reasonable adult, the real reason she wanted to chase those girls away and let them come close in remorse is because she was in love with her brother.
Yes, Orimura Chifuyu was in love with Orimura Ichika. The thought of it sent the raven-haired woman into another bout of retching. She loved him as a woman would a man. She wanted him and yet hated the fact that she did. It tore her inside and out watching those five flirt with her prize, but she had to let it go. It wasn't right, it wasn't her place.
Chifuyu stumbled through her melancholy haze. The buzz of alcohol becoming increasingly less and less as she deposited most of the substance on the sidewalk. Her chest burned as her heart beat faster with every step she took. Anxiety mixing with anger and self-loathing that threatened to spill over the brim of her cool facade. Chifuyu was a mess and deeply regretted not taking Maya's offer of walking home together.
Kazuma merely raised an eyebrow at Byaku's words. Not quite surprised by the statement, but curious about it all the same. He mostly wondered why exactly she got the idea that he was even looking for a romantic partner, since he showed no sign of doing so the past few weeks they'd been traveling together.
"Why?" He decided to humor her on the order. God knew that if he wanted to get one then he wouldn't have let her opinions on what he should do stop him.
"My books show that couples who spend a lot of time with one another tend to spill crucial information," Byaku pursed her lips unconsciously as a wave of blue blushing reached her cheeks, "And you getting a g-girlfriend will place any person you choose in danger." Except me, was what she wanted to add at the end. She cursed the fact that she couldn't speak her mind unlike her other companions, "I'm not taking that risk."
Kazuma just scoffed at her explanation and laidback down in the makeshift camp bed, "Neither am I."
Byaku stopped staring down at the ground and looked up, shocked at his words, "H-Huh? Aren't males your age constantly looking for sec and feelings?" She bit her lower lip and tried her best to ensure her voice remained completely level. It was failing, if the fact that Kazuma gave another raised eyebrow at her was any indication.
"In case you've forgotten, I've been artificially aged," Byaku's eyes widened considerably, making it really clear that she did in fact forget, "I'm 13 years old now and most 13 year old's aren't looking for long term romantic relationships.....though a lot are curious about sex," He rolled his eyes and tried to suppress the idea of sex coming back into his mind again. The time he had his first dirty dream was a time he'd rather not repeat again, especially since the girl in his dreams was someone he didn't recognize at all. It must've been Ichika's memories bleeding in again. It'd been happening more frequently lately.
What didn't help at all was the fact that Byaku was apparently a rough sleeper and somehow made her way into his sleeping bag in the middle of the night. Waking up face to face with a chest, even if it came from some kind of Gynoid, certainly wasn't the best way to calm himself down after seeing a dream that wasn't entirely his.
"I see......." Byaku fell silent, her insides lurching with conflicting feelings. A possibility, or just rejection? "Then.....I can't let you have sex while we're traveling."
Now it was Kazuma's turn to start asking questions, "Why not?" Though he had little interest in things like sex, he was curious as to why exactly Byaku thought it was her right to restrict him from it. Especially since he might have to do it in the future in order to stop himself from getting more of those weird dreams. He figured paying for it when they get to the next town. It wasn't like some people had any other choices of professions.
"Because......you might get diseased?" A question, not a statement, "That's right....you might get STD's or something if you go around paying people for sex." She reasoned. Kazuma gave her a withering glare and stood up, making his way towards her till they were face to face.
"And what if I say no?" His voice was low, dark eyes narrowing in something. Frustration? Anger? Need? Byaku didn't know. She felt at a loss for words, throat dry in response.
"Th...That's not my problem," Her voice was small, "J-Just take care of it by yourself if you have to!"
Kazuma didn't reply. The two of them stood there for a minute with nothing but tense silence. Byaku began to worry about whether the clone had died or fallen asleep standing up.
"Kazu-" She resisted the urge to yell out in surprise when Kazuma suddenly pushed her forward into the tree. As if fate was dealing her another spike, Kazuma leaned in and gave her a hard stare, all but turning her face blue with embarrassment. With Kazuma at her front and the tree at her back, she was essentially trapped.
"What if I don't want to find an alternative," Byaku shivered as his warm breath washed over her exposed neck, "Since you don't want me to do it with anyone, why don't you take responsibility for it."
Kazuma didn't understand why he was doing this. Normally he was the calmest member of the group and had little in the way of sex drive or hormones. He couldn't find any reason to stop, however. His head was cloudy with desire and his companion was looking more and more tempting with every passing second.
"K-Kazuma, get off....." Byaku's entire body felt extremely warm now. It wasn't just embarrassment that was running through her at the moment. Need. Need for affection, and need for release as well. She was unaware why she felt these kinds of things. She was still struggling with gaining her full humanity.
"Make me......" Kazuma smirked and bit down on her exposed nape gently, eliciting a squeak from the white haired IS, "....Seems like you're enjoying this."
She pushed him off quickly, "I said-"
Kazuma smashed his lips against Byaku's partially open mouth, wounding his tender flesh with her pristine teeth. The frustration and anger welled up a dire sensation of need, causing both individuals to momentarily forget about their situation and continue to feel whatever remains of desperate flesh they could find. Kazuma viciously pulled her closer, delving even deeper into her mouth. Byaku, in exchange, let out a small squeak. Both of them continued their impromptu session before sanity finally rejoined them.
They abruptly pulled away simultaneously, staring at each other with mute panic. Their crazed gazes searched for a logical explanation, both parties at an utter loss for words. They simply gripped each other arms with bruising strength, unable to process just what exactly had happened. Kazuma started to speak first, but was cut short when Byaku opened her mouth to object. There wasn't anything to be said. Not quite.
"What....what did you do?" Byaku finally managed to choke out, "I-I mean....why would you do something like that?"
Kazuma looked down, unable to stare at her in the eye. He had lost control. His hormones got the better of him and he ended up acting like some kind of hormonal teenager. He awkwardly looked at her cheek, noticing some saliva residue from when he......Anyway, he automatically reached up and wiped it off. Byaku was fidgeting on her feet, trying to come up with a reason to leave, but unable to do so. She was so distracted that she didn't even question why he suddenly reached out and touched her cheek. Not that she was complaining.
Not at all.
She tried to remain composed. She was an IS, damn it! She shouldn't be the one acting like some star struck idiot with nothing in her head. Contrary to what she tried to do, her face was practically steaming and her her brain was so fuzzy that she couldn't focus.
It was after couple of minutes that Kazuma decided to break the intense silence, "Well......it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it." He opined, reverting back into his normal snarky behavior.
Something in Byaku snapped at that moment. Before she knew it, she'd moved her leg and aimed at her desired target.
*WHAM*
"......" Kazuma looked down with a blank look on his face and stared at her leg, which had not so gently kneed him in between the legs. To his credit, his face remained completely neutral and it was as if he had no reaction. The fact that his legs were shaking extremely hard and that it looked like he was trying his best to stop himself from crying was the only sign he had even felt anything.
"You.....You deserved that!" Byaku cried out in in defense. Half of her felt like apologizing, but the half that felt like defending herself and blaming him out out in the end, "A-Anyway, it's not like there's any permanent damage or anything....right?"
Kazuma didn't reply. He still stared blankly at her and his shaking only got harder.
"A-Alright, I'll check!"Kazuma didn't even say anything as she kneeled down and grabbed hold of his belt before quickly loosening the leather accessory. If he were more aware and less brain-dead he might have been unconfrtable with the fact that a female was about to eye his only private place.
Byaku pursed her lips and undid his belt with one fluid motion; she then jerked his pants down and hooked the edge of his trousers. Kazuma was breathing in deeply, his chocolate colored eyes gleaming with expectations. His boxers were officially removed.
"O-Okay, let's see what we have here....." Her voice was tiny, if not plain nonexistent, and the light blue blush on her face had turned a shade darker. He coould even see smoke coming out of her ears.. A part of Kazuma's mind was re-awakening, completely shocked at the prospect of actually examining his.....private part. And not even in pleasurable ways. Which kind of sucked. But who was he to complain?
His mind stuggled to form words and he breathed out the first thing that came to his mind, "I think there's a-"
"No!" Byaku replied all too quickly to his comfort.
"How do you know?" Most of his mental functions were starting to come back and he had to admit the fact that he was extremely uncomfortable with what she was doing."
"Kazuma!" She gave him a glare, but it was rather ineffectual all things considered, "It's fine. Your....gene storage is fine!" Where the hell did that euphemism come from? "All I can see is some mild swelling and-"
"Swelling!?" The Clone sounded genuinely shocked, "Okay, stop doing that right now. I need to go get some medicine or something."
"Kazuma, calm down, I know how to-"
"No! You're crazy! Get away from there!"
Kazumakicked her away, desperately tugging up his pants in panic and fear. He tripped and squirmed, just as Lucy managed to stand up. She covered her face with the palm of her right hand, mildly dazed with his uncharacteristic antics. Really, who the hell kicks a girl willingly trying to help him? Asshole.
"Kazuma, that was uncalled for!" She yelled angrily at him.
"So says the person kicking me in my privates!"
"That wasn't my fault!" Byaku was preparing herself to lunge at Kazuma, who was still in the process of pulling up his pant, and attack him for real before a cough interrupted her. Byaku realized how bad it looked: She was reaching for Kazuma, who was in pose that was similar to the "doggy" fashion. They took note of this with a horrorstruck expression.
"I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your… private time." Irish was leaning against the tree in a nonchalant manner, his voice aloof and indifferent, "But I just wanted to say that the next town over is only a 30 minute walk," He sighed in an exasperated manner. "I'll come back later when you're both done. Just try to keep it down" With that, he was gone, leaving behind the two flustered meta-humans.
Kazuma merely raised an eyebrow at Byaku's words. Not quite surprised by the statement, but curious about it all the same. He mostly wondered why exactly she got the idea that he was even looking for a romantic partner, since he showed no sign of doing so the past few weeks they'd been traveling together.
"Why?" He decided to humor her on the order. God knew that if he wanted to get one then he wouldn't have let her opinions on what he should do stop him.
"My books show that couples who spend a lot of time with one another tend to spill crucial information," Byaku pursed her lips unconsciously as a wave of blue blushing reached her cheeks, "And you getting a g-girlfriend will place any person you choose in danger." Except me, was what she wanted to add at the end. She cursed the fact that she couldn't speak her mind unlike her other companions, "I'm not taking that risk."
Kazuma just scoffed at her explanation and laidback down in the makeshift camp bed, "Neither am I."
Byaku stopped staring down at the ground and looked up, shocked at his words, "H-Huh? Aren't males your age constantly looking for sec and feelings?" She bit her lower lip and tried her best to ensure her voice remained completely level. It was failing, if the fact that Kazuma gave another raised eyebrow at her was any indication.
"In case you've forgotten, I've been artificially aged," Byaku's eyes widened considerably, making it really clear that she did in fact forget, "I'm 13 years old now and most 13 year old's aren't looking for long term romantic relationships.....though a lot are curious about sex," He rolled his eyes and tried to suppress the idea of sex coming back into his mind again. The time he had his first dirty dream was a time he'd rather not repeat again, especially since the girl in his dreams was someone he didn't recognize at all. It must've been Ichika's memories bleeding in again. It'd been happening more frequently lately.
What didn't help at all was the fact that Byaku was apparently a rough sleeper and somehow made her way into his sleeping bag in the middle of the night. Waking up face to face with a chest, even if it came from some kind of Gynoid, certainly wasn't the best way to calm himself down after seeing a dream that wasn't entirely his.
"I see......." Byaku fell silent, her insides lurching with conflicting feelings. A possibility, or just rejection? "Then.....I can't let you have sex while we're traveling."
Now it was Kazuma's turn to start asking questions, "Why not?" Though he had little interest in things like sex, he was curious as to why exactly Byaku thought it was her right to restrict him from it. Especially since he might have to do it in the future in order to stop himself from getting more of those weird dreams. He figured paying for it when they get to the next town. It wasn't like some people had any other choices of professions.
"Because......you might get diseased?" A question, not a statement, "That's right....you might get STD's or something if you go around paying people for sex." She reasoned. Kazuma gave her a withering glare and stood up, making his way towards her till they were face to face.
"And what if I say no?" His voice was low, dark eyes narrowing in something. Frustration? Anger? Need? Byaku didn't know. She felt at a loss for words, throat dry in response.
"Th...That's not my problem," Her voice was small, "J-Just take care of it by yourself if you have to!"
Kazuma didn't reply. The two of them stood there for a minute with nothing but tense silence. Byaku began to worry about whether the clone had died or fallen asleep standing up.
"Kazu-" She resisted the urge to yell out in surprise when Kazuma suddenly pushed her forward into the tree. As if fate was dealing her another spike, Kazuma leaned in and gave her a hard stare, all but turning her face blue with embarrassment. With Kazuma at her front and the tree at her back, she was essentially trapped.
"What if I don't want to find an alternative," Byaku shivered as his warm breath washed over her exposed neck, "Since you don't want me to do it with anyone, why don't you take responsibility for it."
Kazuma didn't understand why he was doing this. Normally he was the calmest member of the group and had little in the way of sex drive or hormones. He couldn't find any reason to stop, however. His head was cloudy with desire and his companion was looking more and more tempting with every passing second.
"K-Kazuma, get off....." Byaku's entire body felt extremely warm now. It wasn't just embarrassment that was running through her at the moment. Need. Need for affection, and need for release as well. She was unaware why she felt these kinds of things. She was still struggling with gaining her full humanity.
"Make me......" Kazuma smirked and bit down on her exposed nape gently, eliciting a squeak from the white haired IS, "....Seems like you're enjoying this."
She pushed him off quickly, "I said-"
Kazuma smashed his lips against Byaku's partially open mouth, wounding his tender flesh with her pristine teeth. The frustration and anger welled up a dire sensation of need, causing both individuals to momentarily forget about their situation and continue to feel whatever remains of desperate flesh they could find. Kazuma viciously pulled her closer, delving even deeper into her mouth. Byaku, in exchange, let out a small squeak. Both of them continued their impromptu session before sanity finally rejoined them.
They abruptly pulled away simultaneously, staring at each other with mute panic. Their crazed gazes searched for a logical explanation, both parties at an utter loss for words. They simply gripped each other arms with bruising strength, unable to process just what exactly had happened. Kazuma started to speak first, but was cut short when Byaku opened her mouth to object. There wasn't anything to be said. Not quite.
"What....what did you do?" Byaku finally managed to choke out, "I-I mean....why would you do something like that?"
Kazuma looked down, unable to stare at her in the eye. He had lost control. His hormones got the better of him and he ended up acting like some kind of hormonal teenager. He awkwardly looked at her cheek, noticing some saliva residue from when he......Anyway, he automatically reached up and wiped it off. Byaku was fidgeting on her feet, trying to come up with a reason to leave, but unable to do so. She was so distracted that she didn't even question why he suddenly reached out and touched her cheek. Not that she was complaining.
Not at all.
She tried to remain composed. She was an IS, damn it! She shouldn't be the one acting like some star struck idiot with nothing in her head. Contrary to what she tried to do, her face was practically steaming and her her brain was so fuzzy that she couldn't focus.
It was after couple of minutes that Kazuma decided to break the intense silence, "Well......it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it." He opined, reverting back into his normal snarky behavior.
Something in Byaku snapped at that moment. Before she knew it, she'd moved her leg and aimed at her desired target.
*WHAM*
"......" Kazuma looked down with a blank look on his face and stared at her leg, which had not so gently kneed him in between the legs. To his credit, his face remained completely neutral and it was as if he had no reaction. The fact that his legs were shaking extremely hard and that it looked like he was trying his best to stop himself from crying was the only sign he had even felt anything.
"You.....You deserved that!" Byaku cried out in in defense. Half of her felt like apologizing, but the half that felt like defending herself and blaming him out out in the end, "A-Anyway, it's not like there's any permanent damage or anything....right?"
Kazuma didn't reply. He still stared blankly at her and his shaking only got harder.
"A-Alright, I'll check!"Kazuma didn't even say anything as she kneeled down and grabbed hold of his belt before quickly loosening the leather accessory. If he were more aware and less brain-dead he might have been unconfrtable with the fact that a female was about to eye his only private place.
Byaku pursed her lips and undid his belt with one fluid motion; she then jerked his pants down and hooked the edge of his trousers. Kazuma was breathing in deeply, his chocolate colored eyes gleaming with expectations. His boxers were officially removed.
"O-Okay, let's see what we have here....." Her voice was tiny, if not plain nonexistent, and the light blue blush on her face had turned a shade darker. He coould even see smoke coming out of her ears.. A part of Kazuma's mind was re-awakening, completely shocked at the prospect of actually examining his.....private part. And not even in pleasurable ways. Which kind of sucked. But who was he to complain?
His mind stuggled to form words and he breathed out the first thing that came to his mind, "I think there's a-"
"No!" Byaku replied all too quickly to his comfort.
"How do you know?" Most of his mental functions were starting to come back and he had to admit the fact that he was extremely uncomfortable with what she was doing."
"Kazuma!" She gave him a glare, but it was rather ineffectual all things considered, "It's fine. Your....gene storage is fine!" Where the hell did that euphemism come from? "All I can see is some mild swelling and-"
"Swelling!?" The Clone sounded genuinely shocked, "Okay, stop doing that right now. I need to go get some medicine or something."
"Kazuma, calm down, I know how to-"
"No! You're crazy! Get away from there!"
Kazumakicked her away, desperately tugging up his pants in panic and fear. He tripped and squirmed, just as Lucy managed to stand up. She covered her face with the palm of her right hand, mildly dazed with his uncharacteristic antics. Really, who the hell kicks a girl willingly trying to help him? Asshole.
"Kazuma, that was uncalled for!" She yelled angrily at him.
"So says the person kicking me in my privates!"
"That wasn't my fault!" Byaku was preparing herself to lunge at Kazuma, who was still in the process of pulling up his pant, and attack him for real before a cough interrupted her. Byaku realized how bad it looked: She was reaching for Kazuma, who was in pose that was similar to the "doggy" fashion. They took note of this with a horrorstruck expression.
"I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your… private time." Irish was leaning against the tree in a nonchalant manner, his voice aloof and indifferent, "But I just wanted to say that the next town over is only a 30 minute walk," He sighed in an exasperated manner. "I'll come back later when you're both done. Just try to keep it down" With that, he was gone, leaving behind the two flustered meta-humans.
I'm at loss of words, the humor, the romance, the philosophy, it's all there. Also, been a while since Irish show up.
@ Senpai - Irish commenting on them having sex is hypocritical since he himself does it pretty blatantly. Also, How creepy is it to have dreams of people you don't know?
I can't really think like clones, but if in a dream I see myself screwing anonymous girl, I'd wake up like it's a nightmare.
So it's creepy, just not enough to leave trauma, however, this guy is artificially aged and has all sort of weirdness in his body, so I figure there's no way his sexual growth be normal.