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* Mami, Sayaka, and Kyouko-~
Send â*â to kiss my muse full on the lips.
Mamineeded absolutely no reason at all in this world to go up to her belovedchildhood friend, and start kissing whatever she could reach. Given the heightdifference, the towering Sara could lean forward, and let her get at those softlips, or just accept a lot of necking, shoulder teasing, body kisses, anywherea bit of pale skin welcomed her.
Whensomebody looked at the two of them, they thought, without a doubt, that Sarawould be the dominant one in the relationship. She was tall, powerful, and itwas known in many classes that she didn't take anything from anybody. While shedidn't go out to start trouble like a delinquent, if trouble found her, shehandled it quickly and efficiently.
Mami,on the other hand, was all soft words and soft curves. She was womanly in everysense; a motherly, caring personality, a lot of understanding, and incrediblybusty. Even in the sweaters that she favored in nearly any season, there wasn'tanything she could do to diminish her body's effect. She got stares all over,from guys and girls, and it was just something she learned to accept over hertime at college. Mami was a bit withdrawn despite her friendly nature, keepingherself at a shy arm's distance from anybody else.
Fewcould have believed how badly Sara melted under the busty blonde's playfulassault. Well, just any blonde couldn't have got her quite like she got. Whilethat was a weak sector in Sara's programming and easy to exploit, Mami was on awhole new level. She had been familiar to Sara forever, and the two knew eachother on a level of intimacy nobody else could have.
Certainlynot without a lot of lovemaking.
Whichthey'd done, a lot. A lot. In any margin time, spare time between their classschedules. Sometimes they just made time. And almost always, every time, Sarawasn't the one setting the tempo. Even though her strong hips could have, therewas far more for her to consider. It was tough to go all-out against a belovedfriend, although Mami rarely seemed to have that issue with her own attempts atseduction.
Simplememories stayed with Sara a long time. The taste of her lips, and the sensationof them kissing deeply, was so ingrained in Sara that she could feel and tasteit before they actually made contact. Her memory was still good enough to recallthat, and the reality didn't disappoint.
Ithelped, a lot, that Mami pressing into Sara meant that massive chest did, too.
"Goodafternoon, Sara~" Â One ofMami's arms looped around Sara's waist, and kept their bodies pressingtogether. In the cool autumn air right outside their dorm, it was a great wayto keep themselves warm. In fact, Sara's face was beet-red, and she seemed tobe going into overheat mode for some reason. Her reply was a far cry from thecool composition that she showed in class. Just a kiss, and she was already awreck; that was just what Mami did to her.
"G-Goodafternoon, Mami."
Further words were simply unnecessary, when both girls understood each other at such a deep level.
There were so many things promised in those honey-gold eyes. A playful spark ran through Mami... and nothing but shameful, excited arousal coursed through Sara in return. The silver-haired maiden was eating right out of the palm of her hand.
For now. Eating out of other things would follow once they got inside the dorm.
â*â (Pick a boy for me ;D)
Send â*â to kiss my muse full on the lips.Â
Neitherof the rookie mages could move even a muscle, try as they might to struggleagainst the velvety yellow ribbons. Both were wrapped securely, covered inribbons⊠and absolutely nothing else.
Send â*â to kiss my muse full on the lips.
snowblackamagi:
All thoughts of what she was trying to do before flew out the window right as Shuu pulled her into him and kissed her. Pink haze on her cheeks went a tiny bit darker with the shock, but her arms wrapped themselves around his neck in return. Lips pressed together as well as bodies, Yukiko could feel him ready and eager for so much more. Having both of them wrapped around her finger just turned her on even more.
As lips parted with a small pop, hazy eyes staring up at Shuuâs face she just giggled a bit. Yuki being the gentleman as always and Shuu full of pure emotion, she loved how different they were yet could make her feel the same in many a way. âMmmm, Iâd rather stay here. The heat will just make meâŠsleepy.â
Heading turning to the side to look towards her male self as he nuzzled himself against her backside. Her hands still clung to Shuuâs neck as her butt nudged against Yuki. Lip in her mouth, nibbling at ideas, her drunken mind just screamed to kiss Shuu again. The taste of him already flooding through her memories on how addicting it was. Both of them were. It usually felt so wrong if it was just one of them with her, but they always seemed to make it extra special when the other couldnât be there in the past.
Licking her lips, a hand finally freeing itself from the grasp at Shuuâs neck, Yukiko turned slightly. Fingers reaching for Yukiâs face now so that she herself could be the bold one this time. Lips locking with his, the heat and alcohol in her body already making her head scream to strip. She was excited for what was going to come next.
The three of them fit together perfectly.Â
OOC posts normally not my style here, I like to keep things low-key and focused, but a few big announcements.
Happy birthday to me, first of all. Iâm already at that [why does time move forward] stage, but hey, todayâs been good.
Also, Iâve gotten so close to the end of P5. I havenât beaten it yet, but I am far enough along where I can now confidently add its characters to my offerings. Any party member, and most social links and whatnot, from Persona 3, 4, and now 5 may be requested.
Itâs tough getting across the idea of âI dunno Iâll do lots of stuff famâ to say, anybody who looks at the blog for the first time or wonders what Iâm about, but thatâs how it is.
snowblackamagi:
As the driver opened the door for them, Yukiko watched her other self slip out of the car. Eyes dancing over his backside and lingered at his butt, she knew heâd turn and help her out of the car. As the three now stood in front of the Inn, Yukiko paid for it. Swaying slightly, mind blowing drunken bubbles. Thoughts of what would come next.
Yuki had been the gentleman when leaving the bar, but this time she wanted to cling to Shuu. His clothing choice was always easy for her to slip hands in places not too appropriate out in public. âShall weeee?â She grinned from ear to ear as they finally made it to the door. Walking in through the entrance, some of the workers spied their managerâs rosy pink face and knew right away she had been drinking.
A small head shake from the front desk worker, they smiled though at the two men with her. Some of them remembered the duo and knew how Yukiko felt and acted around them. Turning off to the right, they went to the very end. It was the private hall. Home. Sliding her door open, she smiled. âAhhh home~â
Turning around after letting go of Shuu, she grinned at the two boys. âSo many memories in here.â A single finger on her lip now, she tapped it. Trying her best to be coy, even though she looked a tad silly while tipsy.
âMaybe we should make some more?~â
âDefinitely.â Both of her men were determined to give her a good time. The kind of experience that neither her mind, nor her body, would ever forget, even through her drunken fog. One look in their eyes said that; they way they looked at her, running their eyes over Yukiko. All three of them had grown in the years apart, but even with Yukikoâs gorgeous, long legs, it wasnât an even split. The room was too familiar, but looked smaller as a result. They knew where everything was, although that was all a distant secondary concern. They were finally alone.
Shuu was more open in showing his feelings. So open, in fact, that his arms were around her waist, and he was kissing her within moments. Intense without being too forceful, he pressed against her. The way he did it was a reminder that beneath his shy outwards mask, he had burning passion. Especially for her. Yet even in that outburst of movement and energy, he was oddly careful. Like Yukiko was made of glass, rather than a full-grown woman who wanted it just as badly. Shuu had more power than Yuki, and was more open to teasing and provocation, but was so much less willing to really use it until he got into the swing of things.
âSheesh. She was trying to lead up to it,â Yuki admonished, although he couldnât keep the smile from his face as he slipped behind Yukiko and they formed another sandwich. So much eager man to either side, and now with no concern at all for keeping up appearances, or decency, or othersâ prying eyes. âItâs up to you, Yukiko. I can get the hot springs cleared out if you want.â Yuki was probably the only one who could hold half a conversation or get the big bath ready for them anymore. âOr we could do something quicker, like the shower.â
It didnât mean he wasnât eager, as Yukiko would easily feel. He just remembered that in the past, Yukiko, like most ladies, liked to get clean before they got dirty. Whether that was still a concern at all, well... Â Yuki also knew firsthand that when Shuu went to work, worries melted away fast.
snowblackamagi:
Yukiko giggled while watching Shuu strut high and mighty in front of her. Face flushed fully now as they walked out of the bar, she ended up taking hold of Yukiâs arm so not to trip or fall. When they finally made it outside, she got the hint that they had been there for quite a while. Or least she had. Leaning against the less drunk other version of herself, Yukiâs lips brushed against his neck.
âCarâŠmmm, I called a service to bring me here.â Popping her phone out, she texted them. Moments ticked by in the cold night, reminding Yukiko that she didnât bring a coat with her. Stepping up to Shuu then, her hands slipped under his shirt. Pressing herself behind him, she nuzzled closer.
âAlways so warm, ShuuâŠsoâŠnice.â As another minute went by, the car finally showed up. It was going to be a half hour or so until they were at the Inn. Yet she didnât want to make things awkward for the driver.
âEven if the Inn is a little different, least my room hasnât changedâŠmuch.â She laughed before snuggling with the two boys as she sat in between them in the car. Excited to get back home with them again.
âIâll keep you warm any way you like.â Part of that heat Yukiko felt was coming from the hands all over Shuuâs torso. He couldnât help but flex beneath her touch, presenting a tough, muscular surface to explore to her heartâs content. Not that they got anywhere in public. Once they were in the car, both guys shared Yukikoâs discretion. The way they were sandwiching Yukiko and cuddling, their intentions were clear. But they waited.
Half an hour was a very long time to sit in silence, and these three hadnât been together in this way for years and years. Both of her men had countless questions about Inaba, her friends, her business. They managed to restrain most of them, but Shuuâs normally strong self-control was melting. It never survived long when Yukiko got playful. âWhatâs the Inn like now?â
Theyâd see for themselves firsthand. Finally, the car drew close. âWell, here we are.â Yuki had a moment of recognition, even despite any changes; the place was like home to him, as well. Even if he hadnât been back to his own version in some time. In this place, Yukiko was in charge, and the two of them were just her guests. They were counting on her.
The tipsy, giggly lady with freely roaming hands. Neither of them would have had it any other way.
You Donât Know Anything
thefireypriestess:
Right as she heard his name, Yukiko could already tell something was even more off. That wasnât a normal Japanese name nor any other language she herself knew. Though with ears like that on his head that were far from being fake, he was unique after all. âMmm? My name is Yukiko.â
Eyes searching once more, she started to leave the area that she had been called to. Yuki knew now that he was the cause of the voice in her head. The energy that flowed through just his hand made her worry ever so slightly, but right now Homura was still her main worry.
All this worry and frustration of a fight made her crave a smoke even more than before when she had left the apartment. âWhat the fuck is going on in this city?â Grey eyes scanned around and up as they continued to walk. âAlso I donât think heâs yakuzaâŠheâs FAR from it, thatâs for sure.â
Minutes ticked by as they finally reached her apartment, key in lock, she opened it slightly. He was gone. âThank godâŠâ Looking down at the kid? Yuki smiled a bit, trying her best at being a hostess. âHey..um⊠you can go in there, just chill on the couch for now, kay? Iâll be in a few moments.â
She was going to smoke this now added stress away. At least twoâŠif not three. âWhat did I get myself into nowâŠâ Was her only thoughts to herself as she pushed the door farther open for the strange child.
âYukiko... understood." Kyuubey reached up to press his fingers to his temples, as though trying to physically imprint the memory in his mind. After a few moments, he either gave up, or succeded, and continued following along with Yukiko like a lost child. "If you came to save me, that means you heard my voice, right? That's amazing. Most people can't see or hear me."
"Except for that guy, obviously. Whatever, or whoever he is, I don't think there's one bit of good in him." That didn't match at all with what Yukiko had experienced before. Which Homura was real? The menacing enemy of now, or the passionate lover that had so recently held her tight, and left that cryptic note for her?
Kyubey knew nothing of that internal struggle; to him, the answer was clear. He had only seen one side of Homura. He was happy to forget his attacker. The boy was curious to see his rescuer's apartment, greeting the standard Japanese college student accommodations, and messiness, with eager pink eyes. "Ah, okay, Yuki." He didn't seem to mind Yukiko stepping out, instead making himself at home on the couch. Fortunately for the cheap furniture, the walk to the apartment had given him enough time to heal; his clothing was a bit messed up and bloody, but his actual body was absolutely fine.
Until Yukiko's return, he began to recon the apartment, although only the central area. The strange boy was careful not to push open any doors or invade anybody's space. Even so, it was easy to pick up that Yukiko didn't live alone. He could only imagine the sort of roommate who could live with an awesome, brave lady~ Presumably, somebody brave as well, somebody capable of fighting against evil.
That was great! Hope emerged for the first time that maybe his mission to this world wouldn't be in vain.
snowblackamagi:
Both choices slipped into each side of her, causing the Inn Keeper to flick her eyes back and forth between the two boys. Shuuâs choice sounded so much more exciting and daring, but there was no way all three of them could just disappear into the bar restrooms.  If anything, she knew Yuki wouldnât care much if she pulled the ever so excited Shuu for some âprivateâ time.
Fully finishing the last drink that was given to her, Yukiko shifted in her seat before looking back over to Yuki. âI think going back to the Inn would be a much better idea.â Shifting again, looking back at Shuu. A tilted smile grew on her tipsy face. Lips brushing his cheek with a kiss. âThough your idea sounded just as fun.â
Standing with a tiny wobble because of the heels, Yukikoâs hands went from touching the two to sliding down her dress. Looking at them both, more focused on them than the patrons of the bar. âShall we?â
For once, Shuu wasnât even a little upset that âheâ didnât get picked. It was difficult to be upset over anything when Yukiko was so close, so sensitive to touch, so adventurous with her hands and lips⊠and, of course, he knew Yukiâs idea was better. As Yukiko ran her hands down her own dress to smooth it out, his eyes tracked their progress. He had some very clear and vivid memories of what she looked like, but it had been long enough that things might have changed.
From everything the dress showed off, if there had been changes, they were all for the better. Shuu finally got to his own feet, stretching out. Even though clothes for guys were made to show off in different ways, any girl watching the two boys on either side of Yukiko could tell who just worked out, and who was the star athlete. When tipsy, Shuuâs body language changed from slumping to something more proud and assertive.
Fitting that, Shuu led the way like their noble knight. People sure made room for them to pass without any trouble. "Certainly. Nice and easy, take it one step at a time." Yuki reached out and walked besides his female self, close but not too close. It was less about the attraction he felt, and more making sure she wouldn't take a tumble as they got out onto the street.
The air outside was brisk at this late hour. The moon was out and full. There was a nice breeze. Nobody was muttering about them. Yuki let out a sigh of relief. âCar?â
I want the K~ (thefireypriestess for her boy, Homura)
Homura20: ULTRA Forceful Kiss
Just once, sheâd love it if this boy would ease up on the throttle.
If Yukiko Amagi, a living storm, was thinking that, it was even more of a sign that there was a problem here.
She sometimes wasnât big on well-reasoned plans, or thinking ahead. Or explaining herself. But at least she did it occasionally. Using words like a person to maybe tell other people what she was thinking or why she did something.
Even if many of those thoughts and actions seemed rude or selfish, well. That was just how life went. At least, that was how her life had gone; now, she was literally pressed up against a person who just didnât run by the same rules she did.
Maybe that was part of her confusion. If somebody had tried to punch her twice, sheâd have hit them, hard, almost regardless of the circumstances.
Instead of what he was doing in response to her attack, to her snarled challenge to face her this time rather than running away.Â
Which was pinning her to the wall with his body, and claiming her lips like they belonged to him, like the past few days had never happened. Yukiko was staring right into those entrancing purple eyes again, as he kissed her, and she kissed back without a secondâs thought or hesitation.
It wasnât like the things he did made no sense. They both enjoyed the kiss in spite of all the circumstances around them, after all. She just couldnât figure out what force, impulse, or cause led him to shift from a passionate lover, to a cold-eyed hunter⊠and now, back again in the space of an instant. She didnât feel any of his anger or deadly intent heâd had earlier, and didnât see anything in his eyes but passion. She didnât feel anything but his mouth, his tongue, the warmth as he pressed into her, the hard resistance of the wall behind herâŠ
Why? Why any of this? Why was he kissing her? Why did she love it? Even though he was clearly now her enemy, she couldnât get enough of him. She didnât tense up, shove him away, or bite his stupid tongue off when he decided to make out with her against a brick wall rather than punch her. Although the thought certainly crossed her mind.
Sheâd had her share of rough boys. That wasnât anything new. There was times it absolutely drove her wild, and times when she had to get rough right back to get the point across. Getting her up against the wall like that was asking for her to make him hurt.
But that would involve ending this kiss before it finished on its own, and that would have been a tragedy. Yukiko had no way to know how much time they spent like that. It probably wasnât too long, in reality. It didnât feel that way, though.
After grinding into her like they were in the club and theyâd just met, pressing her flat against the cold bricks, kissing her, and looking deep into her eyes, Homura finally paused. He pulled away a few centimeters⊠just enough to speak.
âYouâre not my enemy, Yukiko. Youâve never been my enemy, and you never will be. Whatever happens, I can promise you that much at least.
For everything else⊠Iâm sorry.â
Yukiko blinked, and Homura was gone.
It was like he was on a personal mission to make sure she could never, ever forget his touch, his lips, the feel of his body against hers. With a single kiss, heâd brought back all the intensity of that night together, their dancing in the club, the way he pressed her into her own bedâŠÂ
Her body was on fire, and it was all his fault.
âGod damnit, why canât you just⊠pick one, you stupid fucker!â She yelled into the now-abandoned park.
I want the K~ (Shuu or Yuki....or both ;D)
Yuki + Shuu14: Kiss Along the Hips22: Butt Kiss
Just another day at the Amagi Inn, in a certain timeline.Â
The sun rose, parting the town's regular fog activity, and revealing clear blue skies. It was early in the morning, the perfect time to rise for people who worked for a living.
Of course, the Inn's rightful owner was still burrowed deep into her bed. Even if she wanted to wake up, though, a pair of large, strong men were lying down in her bed around and atop her. One was on either side, Shuu on the left, and Yuki on the right. They ended up forming thick, powerful blankets, pressing her into the sheets, face down.
Naturally, coverings of any kind, from cloth blankets to actual clothing, had no place in that affectionate pile. It was just the three of them.
Send me âI want the Kâ in the inbox and Iâll generate a number
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Me and input-command have collaborated and decided to make the meme bigger, more fun and crazy. We think we made it more complete and random than it was before. Happy drawing or whatever youâll do with it! :D
Use https://www.random.org/ to generate a number!
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach Kiss
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Back Kiss
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: ULTRA Forceful Kiss
21: Kiss in the Rain
22: Butt Kiss
23: Uppercut âKissâ
24: Disgusted Kiss
25: Nose kiss lvl 2 - grab it with your mouth
26: Pocky/Spaghetti Kiss
27: Sub Sandwich Kiss
28: Hair Kiss
29: Ear Kiss
30: Accidental Kiss
31: RAGE Kiss
32: Wedding Kiss (let the ship sail)
33: Awkward Kiss
34: Inexperienced Kiss
35: Death Kiss
36: Kiss with explosions in the background
37: Anime Kiss
38: Greeting Kisses
39: Animal kiss
40: A Lot Of Kisses
41: Naughty Kiss
42: Potato Kiss
43: Kiss on the tongue
44: Then thereâs tongue
You Donât Know Anything
thefireypriestess:
Right as her fist went to connect with his face, he was gone. âWhat the hellâŠ?â Eyes widened as the fluid motion of her punch caused her to make herself spin around. Catching her balance, Yukiko looked around the building wondering whereâd he gone. The building felt empty, there had been so much power in there and now it had rushed out along with Homura.
Rolling the ball bearing in her mouth in utter confusion, she heard the young boy rushing back into the building. She herself could sense something off about him..including the ears on his head. âIâŠIâm glad youâre okay? Why the heck was he beating you up anyways?â Scratching her head, her rage was dispersing.
Yuki was more so mad at herself for letting Homura in. He seemed to know so much about her and now seeing him like that, trying to kill another being pissed her off. âAlways seem to attract the weirdos.â She thought to herself while talking to the boy she had just saved.
âLetâs leave this place, itâs not safe.â Hand reached out towards him. She was going to take him back to her apartment. Hopefully Shuu wasnât there, knowing heâd more than likely lose his shit over a weird looking kid.
âA-Agreed, miss.â He was light as a feather, and no trouble to pull around by the hand, especially when he was fine with it. Looking closer at him, he might have been closer to Yukikoâs own age, but just thin and small. Or a kid, especially given the way he acted and spoke, and his high voice. Although of course, given that sheâd clearly stumbled into more supernatural things, he could also be a shadow from the TV world. Or a million years old. Or a space alien. For all she knew.
All that was really obvious that that those white rabbit ears werenât fake, they moved to match his shifting expression as he downgraded from âfear for his lifeâ to âpost-crisis shakesâ. His bright, wide pink eyes glowed, full of gratitude. And more than a little awe for Yukiko.
The boyâs voice was high as he replied to her question, pressing a finger to his chin. âIâm not entirely sure what happened, or where that man came from. He just appeared and attacked me without saying even one word! Or telling me why! I donât think I owe any money to the yakuza...â
â... And I donât think the yakuza can teleport, or theyâd be running this whole country...â For a moment, he put on quite a show of trying to think. It looked like a strain on the injured boy. Or like a struggle in general. For no particular reason, images of a cartoon bear dancing about came to mind.
âAh! Iâm sorry, where are my manners? Iâm Kyuubey, and youâve saved my life! Miss...?â
snowblackamagi:
Yukiko just chuckled at her other selfâs comment. âIâm a very lucky lady then, though I think the both of you are much more luckier.â She teased. As her next drink came, she sipped at it until she felt a hand on her hip. Eyes shifted towards the other man, the one who made the first move on her own body. A soft smile came from her as her own hand on Yuki slide further towards his inner part of the thigh.
âEven after these years, being in a relationship with anyone else just doesnât seem right to me.â A leg was now being crossed as she kept her hand on Yukiâs thigh, but now gave her full attention to Shuu. Her face was dusted ever so lightly pink. The alcohol was doing its work on her. âSuch a pity you two couldnât have been here more often.â
Leaning towards Shuu now, her other hand let go of her drink for once and stroked the athletic maleâs cheek. âThough I donât think that weâd be as productive as adults if we were together all the time.â Other patrons of the bar were starting to noticed something was up between the three. Mumbles and fingers now being pointed at the tipsy Amagi woman.Â
Her mind was on other things, she didnât even notice.
âThatâs all true.â She was lucky, they were far luckier than they deserved, it was a shame they hadnât been together more often.. and it would be tough to get anything done. If they were together full time, Yukiko would wake up each morning between a pair of men absolutely dedicated to pleasuring and even worshiping her. Even making it out of bed would be a challenge, and theyâd end up back there at various points in the day. Or just taking a lot of time together in the hot springs when nobody else was around.
Aside from lighting Yukiâs fire, that thought also gave him an idea. He had sure noticed the looks, the pointing, the whispers. He always did. If it was just him and Shuu, well, people could talk as much as they liked. They always did. But seeing them do that to Yukiko was different.
He wouldnât acknowledge what was happening, but he knew he had to get them away from prying eyes. âHmm. Iâm curious to see how the Innâs done with you in charge. Maybe we could head over there now?â After a moment, he added, lower and deeper, resting a hand on Yukikoâs own, âMaybe even get a bath, wash away our troubles and tensions together?â
Shuu had another idea, mumbling it right into Yukikoâs neck. âOr we could just duck into the restroom.â Two options that held their own appeal, from two appealing boys. Both would lead places, even if the outcomes were more dirty or clean. Or if one wasnât thought out particularly well. Yukiko had always burned away Shuuâs ability to think clearly.
You Donât Know Anything
thefireypriestess:
âTHING? Thatâs a CHILD!â Yukiko gritted her teeth and glared at the man she had slept with only the night before. âAnd no, no way in fucking hell am I moving.â She herself was powerless, unless in the TV World. Though Yukiko didnât even know if her Persona was still with her even if she stepped foot into that world.
Eyes glancing ever so slightly around to see if there was possibly anything she could use to defend herself if need be as well as the boy who was now scampering away from the warehouse they were in. Bawling her fists, she dropped her bag on the ground. Yuki could feel something emitting from Homura. It was strange, yet felt familiar. Magic? How?
Taking in more of his outfit, it was also very different from what he was wearing the other night. Something still felt very off with him. Eyes locking with his fully now, Yukiko just smirked. âTry me fucker.â Sheâd punch him as hard as possible, even if sheâd âregretâ it.
Even if Yukiko couldnât call on her Personaâs power, she had the strength of heart that came with it. The powerful will to face monsters, find a murderer, or face her own flaws with total, brutal honesty? It was rare among people to have that. Homura recognized it well when he saw it. Flashes, memories of a dear old friend in the past, went through his mind. Just like they had countless times before. He knew his threats were pointless.
Homura clearly had her at a disadvantage. He knew something, just from the look on his face. His own actions were just impossible to predict. For instance, he didnât attack her, in spite of his tough talk. Even when she moved in to slug him for being an insane murder man, he didnât produce a gun or knife, or fling a magic spell. He was all talk with her, even if that boy had been visibly bloodied up.
The moment before Yukikoâs fist rearranged his face, said face vanished. He didnât block or dodge the shot, or hit her back; her fist just went through thin air. Heâd been there one second, and was gone the next.
Instead, he was now standing on the roof of a nearby building, many meters up and away from his last position, looking down on her. Out of reach, but still locked on with those purple eyes. Until, a few moments later, he just turned and took his leave out of sight.
The white-haired boy quickly returned. He was so energetic, for being wounded. Although he looked in better shape than he had just moments ago, less like heâd just collapse at any second. âThat was incredible! I donât know what you did, but... uh, thank you!âÂ
snowblackamagi:
âMmm, a few days? Least thatâs something. Chie is in the police academy herself. Best way to protect Inaba and me I guess.â She laughed and continued to sip at her drink. âI feel like weâre both pretty much in the same boat though, right Yuki?â Things were often the same in both universes, but not. With her mother in the hospital, it was what caused Yukiko to take full reigns of the Inn. Over time, she just came to accept after high school that there was no college in her future.
Looking over at Yuki, she slightly ignored Shuu. It was always a bit of a game with the two boys. Sheâd choose one to give all the attention to and see how long it took for the other to get jealous or want to pry her away from the other. They both knew it well in the past, but with time having gone byâŠwho knew if things had changed.
âSo either of you seeing anyone? Or too focused on work?â A hand slipped itself onto Yukiâs thigh, just resting it there without going too far just yet. Yukiko wanted a reaction from the both of them. Finishing her drink, she motioned for another. This wasnât her first either.
âThatâs amazing. I wish we could have met her, too.â Explaining how things ended up like this to Chie was a big job, but sheâd been understanding. Eventually. âOh, definitely. Weâve both made some similar choices.â Even if it kept them busy, neither âversionâ of Yukiko would have any regrets. Not after everything that happened. While he didnât say it outright, what happened with Yukikoâs mom was the same in his world.
Yukikoâs game was the same as they remembered, and it had worked very ell at provoking them in the past. Apparently, they had a new way to respond. Both boys got closer, not just Shuu. At Yukikoâs playful question, they shared a single momentâs glance back and forth, and then Yuki replied. âThe latter. Plus, youâre the only one for us anyhow, Yukiko.â Neither boy would have come out and said it like that back in the day, even if it was always true.
Shuu was quiet. As ever. When Yukiko did this to him in the past, he wouldnât call attention to it, heâd just end up sliding closer to her or putting his hands close. Guys, especially when they were competing, were big on physical space and getting closer. In this case, he rested his head on the bar, leaning against her... and his hand found its way onto her hip. It wouldnât go north or south without a sign, but that was already a far more bold step than the old him would have done in public.
Shuu had been baited by her easily, and was pouty. Yuki pretended not to notice her own touch. His thick thigh didnât even tense beneath her fingers. and he was all smiles.