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Warning: This is a smut fic. If you do not enjoy smut or the content of this material, then please ignore. Kinks can be found in the tags.
The hum of chatter mingled with the rainbow lighting across the floor. People idled by the bar, hung around the balcony in conversation, and laughed about around the dance floor. The air was full of various smells, from booze and wine to smoke and perfume, wafting through the air, mingling with the light sensations that made everything seem calmer, despite the ruckus.
For one person just behind the bar counter, polishing his stock of rocks glasses, the night had gone smoother than he expected. No hiccups had occurred, despite how quickly he’d needed to assemble his services. No one had gotten carried away on their tabs.
And best of all, he hadn’t consumed a single curse from the passerby's shoulders or waists that wasn’t above a grade two. Call it dumb luck, or perhaps a combination of so many strong sorcerers being here, but Geto hadn’t felt quite the intense itch he often found on his neck after a regular shift.
Or maybe it was just not working in the club. He could never know.
From his position behind the counter, he could see several of the younger members of the party crowded around the dance floor. Most of them were eighteen or above, but the ones who weren’t happily sipped up their mocktails and punch in the same manner as their senpais and families.
And standing before all of them, wearing her firm, yet casual dress shirt and adoring that typical faded jade haori over top, was her. Her robe contrasted with her skirt. It's deep, rich, violet, contrasting her upper half, yet blended in seamlessly enough to make her fit right into her stage, like a star.
“I know you’re all enjoying your night, young graduates.” She commented to her students, wearing her signature sweet yet stern smile. “But please, remember the rules. I’m allowing you to enjoy yourselves and spend time with your families. This is the privilege you receive for your excellent behaviour and capabilities this year.”
The darkness of the hall only made her seem more hidden and exposed at the same second. Her eyes shimmered under the lapsed lighting, appearing as both heaven and hell in one vein.
“Yo, bangs.”
He jumped, nearly dropping the glass to the floor. In front of him, with a lazy, cocky smile, was a very familiar and very sly blond. His grown-out hair hung down the contour of his cheeks, holding those dyed black and yellow streaks that resembled a bee. The muddy yellow kimono he wore contrasted with his dark, slim-fit shirt. A stark difference from the typical white polo shirt he often adorned.
“What you staring at?” Naoya asked, giggling as he followed the path between his eyes and the stage.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that, man!!!” He chastised, setting the cup in the cupboard behind his head. “You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.”
“Hey, what can I say?” The younger man muttered, shrugging his shoulders. “You’re easy to startle when you get distracted. Especially when you look at…”
His eyes wandered over to the stage, his smile curling into the corners of his cheeks. He rested on one of his arms, crossing his legs over the barstool. His eyes fell upon the woman talking to her students, a sparkle shimmering in her eyes.
“It’s rude to stare at my sister, you know.” He commented, snickering behind his palm.
“Just place your order, or fuck off.” Geto demanded, feeling pissed and embarrassed. A soft streak of blush smeared across his cheeks, barely hidden by the bar’s bright lights. “I don’t have time for your shenanigans.”
“Relax, man, geez.” The younger man sighed, raising his arms in a mock surrender, before letting them drop by his sides. “I’m here ‘cuz Nanami needed a few shots. You know how he can get when he’s working overtime.”
“It’s only six o’clock, though, right?” Geto commented, grabbing two shot glasses, a bottle of Prosecco and a small tray. “Or has he cut himself back on that vow?”
“It is, and Nanami would never choose to cut back his time.” He confirmed, lounging his head on his arms. “He’s just working that much right now.”
“And you’re not helping him because…?”
To that, he looked away.
“I am helping!” He retorted, hiding his face behind his arms.
It took a few seconds, but once he got it, the dark-haired man’s lips curled into the widest grin it could muster.
“Shut up, it ain’t like that.” He spat, embarrassed beyond belief.
“Nanami wants shots, he’ll get his shots alright!” Geto commented, swapping the Prosecco for an Icardi. “Seems both of us are feeling lovesick.”
“Just….please, don’t tell anyone." Naoya grumbled, taking the tray. “I want to wait a bit before I make things official like you and Noriko did last year.”
“Your secret’s safe with the bar.” He promised warmly.
Like that, another customer had been sent off. Geto snickered, wiping down the counter for any residual liquid or cursed energy.
While he was tempted to let it spill, he knew better than to expose a patron’s secret. Over his time running the club, one thing he had learned was that people put a lot of their faith in him when he stood behind this counter, pouring scotch or making various beverages. They told him their deepest secrets and fears. They let loose their crazy beliefs, their harrowing memories, and every last drop of their guilt.
For most of them, it was simply a matter of the curses that hung to them like flies, feeding off their fear. But, for many more, the answer remained nestled in the comfort of a kind, leisurely man they could speak to and trust their darkest secrets with.
He found those were the hardest people to see, but also the best customers. The ones with stories and troubles beyond simply the imagination. The ones who thought they were alone, drowning in a sea of troubles that simmered just enough to hurt them, but not enough to change their world.
The ones who, in many ways, suffered the way he had once suffered.
“Easy doesn’t cut.”
He’d been told that plenty of times before. With every day that passed, every curse he collected, every drink he served, and every alert of a potentially tough curse somewhere that he gave to Jujutsu Tech, Suguru learned the true meaning of those words more and more.
He couldn’t find a more comfortable and daunting truth to witness in his life. Easy didn’t cut cleanly, it didn’t make anything better, and it certainly didn’t give any satisfying results.
At one time, he considered the “easy” route for too long. He thought about it.
He had been dangerously close to actualising it.
And yet…by the shreds of his will, and the faith that so many people had for him….
He couldn’t have been so cruel.
The smell of dark chocolate and raspberries hit him before he heard the clicks and thuds, and the scraping of a stool being dragged along the floor.
“Get me a good drink, Socrates.” She demanded, slamming her chair against the counter and sitting before him. “I haven’t hired you to ogle and think.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He murmured, grabbing a fresh bottle of White Rioja and two large-bodied wine glasses.
“No need for the formalities, Suguru.” She waved, watching him intently as he worked. “I don’t expect much from you after everything you’ve done for me tonight.”
“Well then, please.” He declared, setting her glass before her. “Allow me to treat you a little more.”
“Treat to your heart’s content.” She responded, drowning her lips in the savoury, nutty drink and quenching her thirst. “I saw you talking to Naoya, so I’m curious. Any scoops on him?”
“Sorry, no can do.” He cut her off, putting the bottle away. His glass sat on the counter close by him, and a bowl of golden apple slices was to accompany the drinks. “What comes to the bar never leaves the bar.”
Noriko huffed, setting her glass down and picking up an apple slice.
“You’re no fun.” She grumbled, chewing on the edges of the fruit.
“Sorry.” He meekly apologised, drinking from his glass slowly.
“Don’t be, it’s fine.” She told him, letting her smile gaze upon him just as much as her heterochromatic eyes did. “You’ve done more than enough for me tonight, especially with the catering. I appreciate it.”
Her compliments spurred a warmth through his chest.
“Thanks.” He muttered, leaning over the counter. His glass sat beside him, the flavour hitting the back of his mouth like a sweet bark, and accentuated in its comfort by the atmosphere.
Her face drew closer, one of her hands moving over his. She played with the smooth, yet sharp-formed ring along his finger, twirling her pinky over the metal.
“In fact, I think you’ve more than earned a break.” She whispered, sipping from her glass. “Truly, with how hard you’ve worked for me, it’s only fair I treat you for every way that you’ve treated me.”
Geto’s heart skipped a beat. His face became red as wine, his hands tensed against the hardwood, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Ha…huh?”
He stared at her, blank-eyed and mouth agape.
“I mean it, dear.” She affirmed, shutting his jaw with her finger. “You’ve handled a lot of the early chaos for tonight well. I know we have a long time before the party ends, and I know that you’re good at hiding your tension.
But you can’t hide from me.”
Her golden eye glistened like the sun, shooting a dagger deep into his stunned gaze. She could get him on a hook whenever she liked, and her fingers loved to play on his strings.
“Meet me by the private cursed tool storage.” She ordered with a whisper, teasing his cheek with a kiss. “And make sure none of the non-sorcerers gets beyond the barrier.”
With that, she drank down the last of her wine. Her fingers pinched another two pieces of fruit, and her head turned.
In the blink of an eye, she had disappeared. Her scent still lingered around the bar, and her words echoed like thunder and rain in his ears.
It took him a few seconds to register her words. His body tingled with excitement, but also fear. His heart beat hard under his tongue, and his fingers trembled.
He had no qualms about the kind of thing she was suggesting. He knew EXACTLY what she was suggesting to him. He knew her well enough to know when business meant something deeper than business.
Yet, even so, the fact that she had invited him…permitted him…told him to….to meet her…
The fact that she gave him the go-ahead despite how full the academy truly was tonight…made him queasy.
Cleaning down the glasses and setting everything away for now, he ensured nobody else would need a drink. His eyes scanned across the hall like a hawk, taking double takes over the balconies, the game tables, and the bathrooms.
All clear.
All perfect.
Click!
His body moved before his mind could comprehend the thing he was rushing toward. His fingers slipped into his apron’s straps, and he hung the thing in the back hall, over one of the hard chairs.
His footsteps echoed through the building, shoes squeaking. The hardwood floors transformed into soft carpeting, and the walls went from being adorned by floral patterns to solid, cool colours of paintwork.
At some point, though he couldn't tell when, he had passed through the thin veil within the building that kept regular non-sorcerers from seeing the true side of this place. It was like a fire near dynamite, how close she kept the public to Jujutsu in a single institution.
But she managed. She managed to draw the line between the Jujutsu world and the regular one with such finesse that it seemed impossible.
Then again, she could also witness and control the very shape of your soul.
He arrived at the meeting point. A small, dark wooden door that held no significance at a time like this. Usually, due to how restricted it was, this door didn’t even open properly. None of the students ever could, or ever would, see beyond the threshold.
If you happened to be locked inside, you'd need a battering ram to get out.
It was ajar. The smell of bitter-sweet cacao simmered in the air deep within, drawing him through like bait.
Once he’d passed the entryway, he pushed the door shut behind him.
A pair of hands met his flanks, turning him towards her.
“Anyone see you coming?” She asked, pinning to the door. She let her nose run over his cheek, while his hands snapped up to her waist.
“No, Noriko.” He replied quietly.
“Good.” She commented, brushing aside a stray hair from his forehead and making him blush. “Very good.”
With that, she kissed him.
The kiss felt soft and gentle. It simmered into the moment like coffee, and made the seconds slip by into a quiet, lonely miasma. Her hands roamed across his body, settling under his arms, with her thumbs brushing his chest in circles.
At the same time, one of her legs probed his, moving closer to him. He let out a soft shudder, melting against the door and sinking into her intimacy. He couldn’t help but sink into that sweet, delicious state of being completely helpless because of her.
He loved how much she ruined him.
He loved her just as much.
The kiss ended far too fast for his liking, making him whine against her lips. His face had become flushed, and his limbs trembled against the door.
“No-Noriko…” He gasped, feeling her leg brush up against his most sensitive area.
“Ah, sugar~” She chuckled, her lips trailing down to his neck. “You know that’s not what I want to call me.”
“Mmmm…mama…” He choked, tilting his head to the side.
She hummed in approval, her leg pressing harder against him.
“Good…” She praised, drawing out the word like the pull of jam over a firm cake.
Her mouth worked its way down his neck, peppering him with heated kisses. Every single touch of her lips was deliberate and slow, aimed at being the perfect balance between soft as a feather and firm like a palm.
Speaking of palms, his hands became rougher with every second that passed. His fingers sprawled around her waist, drawing her in closer. His knuckles were turning a pale colour as he dug his nails into her back.
“Angh, mama…” He whined again, legs shaking.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” Noriko reassured, bringing her hands up to his neck. She tilted his head down, brushing her thumbs over the edges of his lips.
“P…..Please.” He whispered, feeling her eyes stare deep into his soul. Her right one blazed its familiarly brilliant gold, while her left one simmered scarlet, like a drop of blood. “I don’t….I don’t want to ruin anything for tonight or…or for you…”
“Suguru.” She whispered back, her lips brushing his. “Trust me, you don't need to worry. I'm okay with this.”
“Bu…But I…” He tried to protest, wanting to limit himself.
“Suguru.”
Her voice was stern, making his gaze fall directly onto her. He could feel her palms along her neck, fingers curling around the back of his head, holding him in place.
“Do you trust me?”
His lip trembled. His hands fell away from her sides, and his gaze dropped down to the floor.
Right now, alone with just her, he still struggled to trust himself.
However, when it came to her….
“Yes.”
…he trusted her with his life.
“Yes, what?” She muttered, feeling his gaze fall back onto her. She leaned up, lips coming ever closer to his.
“Yes…mama.” He murmured. The feeling of her proximity, her hold over him, and her demand for his attention stirred his stomach like a spoon in a cup of tea.
Her breaths smelt like sweet apples and that wine from earlier. Her face was so close to his, he could see each stitch line running along her skin.
“Good boy.” She muttered, her words light and tender.
With that, another kiss followed. It was lighter than the last, softer and swifter.
Barely a second after he had registered it, her lips had pressed upon his a second time.
And then a third. And then a fourth.
And slowly, with each kiss, the duration between press and release became longer and longer. The sensation of her body pushing up against his mingled with the taste of each kiss, drowning him in a slow, subtle comfort that pushed deeper in that silent ecstasy.
His body slid down the door, knees shaking. Every lick of passion grew in intensity, and every second passing made him feel more drawn to her.
Noriko curled her fingers into his shirt, tugging him by the collar to keep him up. Her hold was firm, her body moving closer against his. The small space between him feel hot, hotter than the rough work of the bar.
Finally, she broke the kiss with a smile. With a gentle release, she let go, watching him slide to the floor. Her gaze met his, seeing the desperation in his eyes.
Seeing the hunger in his eyes.
“I’ll give you a choice.” She whispered, crossing her arms. “One, I’ll enjoy what you have to offer…”
The edge of her boot brushed along his thigh. Her gaze fixed upon the sight that was firmly pushing against his pants.
“...or you get to enjoy what I have to offer.”
As she said so, she stepped closer to him, letting her skirt brush his forehead. The shudder that escaped his lips only heightened her satisfaction.
“A, or B, sugar.” She muttered, leaning down to ensure the words reached his ears. “Make your choice.”
Geto breathed slowly, face the same colour as a Bloody Mary. He felt tempted to choose either option, with both her boot by his hip and her skirt by his face, pulling his desire in various ways. Everything felt so slow, yet so fast, it was hard to decide.
“I….I choose….” He muttered, squinting his eyes while gazing up at her. His fingers trembled by his sides, and his lips hung loose. “I choose A.”
Faster than could be seen, Noriko’s body dropped onto his, her hips pressing firmly against his pelvis. The action caused him to groan as her hands found his throat.
“Oh, wait…” She murmured, her touch leaving him.
Biting her tongue and grasping her left pinky, she pulled back hard.
Snap!
CRACK!!
Biting back a whinge of agony, she did the same to her other pinky. Geto’s hands slid up to her wrist to hold it for her while she completed her self-limiting ritual.
Snap!
CRACK!!!
Having incapacitated her capacity to potentially harm him via her technique, Noriko let her hands wrap around his neck again. His face tilted up, and her lips met his in a deeper, rougher kiss.
Their moans trailed into the silence. She felt his lips eagerly part for her tongue, which didn’t hesitate for a moment to glide in beyond his jaw. She trailed her wet muscle along his inner cheek while feeling his hands dig into her hips and the curve along her waist.
He could feel it. The firmness of her pressed her against his pants, hot and heavy, wanting what lay beyond. That insatiable hunger that drove on the border of pleasurable and painful in a way that only her grasp on him could accomplish.
His thumbs found the edge of her skirt, teasing and pulling along the waistband. A firm squeeze of his throat confirmed her approval, so he pulled it down to her thighs.
With an awkward shuffling of hips and her hands gliding down to the zip of his pants, they had both managed to pull each other down to the lower undergarments. Her panties clung to her, damp, while his boxers strained against his erection.
She wasn’t done. Tapping her fingers across his pocket, she found what she was looking for with a satisfied hum.
“Listen, Suguru.” She whispered, one of her fingers warping into a sleek, sharpened blade-like instrument. Her other hand held a small, firm, olive-green pellet about the size of a marble and smelling like sunflower seeds. “You know where my room is?”
He nodded slowly in the dark.
“The far end of your private sector.” He repeated from his several “meeting” visits down that end of the facility. “The one cut off from anyone below Special Grade level.”
“Yeah, yeah, that one.” She muttered, squeezing the pellet between her finger and thumb. Her bladed finger drew a line against his briefs where his hip met his thigh, cutting deep enough to sever the fabric, but not deep enough to slice his flesh. “I have some spare underwear in your size in there.”
He remained silent, feeling her cut away at the fabric. The pellet in her hand popped and unfurled out into a stretchy mesh that softened as it turned inside out.
“You….you have that?” He curiously asked her. To which she giggled.
“Of course, silly.” She murmured, allowing her finger to return to normal.
Now free from the restraint, his cock pushed up against the small patch of fabric still covering it, the head leaking with precum. Everything dividing them was gone, her own panties having been slipped down her legs via his fingers. His length throbbed against her, feeling the warmth of her heat so close.
“What did you think? I wasn’t gonna make sure you had something to wear?” She teased, pulling the make-shift protection over his dick. It stuck to him, engulfing every last inch from base to tip. “I’m not cruel, sugar~”
He had to turn away from the blush creeping along his cheeks. Even in a situation like this, she still spun his heart on her string board.
His gaze shifted back to her at the light tap on his cheek.
“You’ve been a really good boy for me.” She praised, letting her cheek rub his. “Now fuck me like a bad one.”
“Yes, mama.” He complied, sliding his hands down.
One hand pushed her leg up, groping her by the thigh. The other tilted his cock, angling it along her glistening folds. He looked up at her for approval, which he saw plenty of in her eyes.
With that, he pushed his cock deep into her.
KRSCH!!!
The sensation was erotic. It felt powerful and deliberating all in one go. Noriko gasped into his face, her hand covering the louder moan coming from him.
This area was only restricted to a decent chunk of people staying in the institute right now.
That didn’t make it sound proof.
“Mmmmngh, you feel really good…” She mumbled, settling against him. His length throbbed in her cunt like iron. “God, I missed this so much!!!”
Slowly, she began to move atop him, riding with slow, teasing rolls of her hips. Geto pushed his hands against her waist, grasping her figure while she moved.
Skin rubbed against skin in comforting burn. Soft squelches filled the air, coupled with their collective groans and gasps. Everything hurt so bad in this small, dark room. It felt cramped and stuffy. It felt hard to breathe because the only thing in the air was the smell of cacao, apples, and gin.
Yet he loved it.
Yet she loved it.
“Fuck!” He groaned, cock sliding in and out of her in that delicious rhythm. “I’m….I’m so close, mama….agh, fuck.”
“I know, sweetheart.” She responded, her body shaking from every thrust he gave her. “I know.”
Up and down, she went. Up and down, up and down.
In and out, he thrusted his cock.
His nails clawed at her skin, scratching her so hard they made her blood leak down his fingers.
But she didn’t care. Her hands wrapped around his throat, tightly grasping him like he was a lifeline.
“Trust me, just hold out a little longer, sugar.” She murmured, hearing him gasp for air. “Just a little bit longer.”
Up and down, in and out. Up, out, down, in. Over and over.
Excorisze, absorb. Again and again.
“You’re doing so good for me, Suguru.”
Again and again. Like the hands of a clock, like the swing of a pendulum.
Skin on skin. Softer on the outside, wetter, hotter, and tighter deeper within.
“You’re such a good boy, Suguru.”
Hands like vices around his throat. Hands like braces, holding him up.
He gasped for breath. He ached for a release, for the right to finish. The rough texture of the makeshift condom only amplified his need.
He looked at her with desperate eyes.
The stare of power, excitement, and pleasure he witnessed in her eyes only made his heart and dick throb more.
“Pl….Please…” He begged while she choked the life out of him. “Please ma…ma…”
“Just hold out, dear.” Noriko softly muttered, groaning as she rode him faster. “A little bit longer…..hngh, mama really needs this. You…You can do this…”
It felt like fire in here. The smell of dark chocolate from her, gin and curses from him, and apples from both of them filled the cramped space. The sound of moans, gasps, and sex filled the cramped space.
It was getting so hard not to scream. He had the mercy of her hands choking the life out of him. Meanwhile, she had nothing but her teeth against her tongue to stop her from screaming.
“Ma….Ma….Mama….” He barely gasped, feeling the edges of his vision darken. His grip against her body tightened, close to breaking her. “Pl….Please….mama…”
The mixture of smells made him feel sick in the best way possible. He could feel every inch of her body against him, hot and firm like fire.
He looked at her with pleading eyes.
“Please….” He begged.
Noriko’s breath continued to wash over his face as she drilled her body on his cock. Her heart beat fast, the temptation to hold him off a little more written in her eyes.
But…
“Please….mama….”
…ignoring him in this situation would have been as easy as a single ant killing a flock of crows.
Not.
“Please….”
Before he blacked out, she tightened her grip and nodded vigorously before his eyes. Her body moved faster atop his, her libido heightening with estacy. Time was running out, so he could have his whims satisfied today.
Her approval was all he needed.
Suguru’s throat let out a deep sound, like a mixture between a broken moan and a sob. He felt her mouth engulf his nose, and her hips settle against him as he came.
SPURGE!!! SPLURGE!!!
Splatter!!!
Fluid flowed down her legs and sprawled out along his. Her tongue shot between his lips, tasting his mouth a second time and silencing his dangerous noise. Her hands let go of his throat as his eyes rolled back into his skull. His wrists tensed as he let go of her. His head fell back hard against the door, heavy as a brick.
The intensity in those blissful seconds couldn’t have been matched, even if the world split apart and hell rose from the cursed abyss. The pleasure and ecstasy exceeded everything else in existence.
Right now….Right now, he was feeling helpless.
Just as fast as it started, it ended. A hundred trillion years of bliss became seconds of quiet after the storm.
Her palm caught his head, while her arms kept him up. The door behind his back acted like a support structure, giving him something to lean against.
Reality crawled back in. The smell of raspberries and dark chocolate hit him first, like a slow, receding wave. The scarlet and gold gleam of her eyes came next, shimmering like spotlights set upon him. The feeling of her body, heaving against him, seeped in next as touch registered.
He felt broken. Twisted, snapped, and wrecked like a train.
Now, the cracks in the concrete filled up with love.
“Suguru?” Her voice murmured, sounding distant. The steam of her RCT rose from under his palms against her, filling the air like a momentary bright smoke.“Can you hear me?”
His face tilted, nuzzling against her fingers. He blinked in slow, eased blinks as he looked up at her. His lilac eyes shimmered brilliantly like jewels.
“Suguru?” She whispered once again, brushing her thumb over his pulse point.
“Mmmm….mama…” He blurted weakly, the word rolling off his tongue like syrup.
She sighed in satisfaction.
“Good.” She commented, her other hand firmly grasping his shoulder. “Good boy.”
He blushed lightly at the praise. Her fingers were trailing along the shape of his jaw, pushing him up to see him properly.
“Ma…mama.” He whispered, voice softer than a bird’s feather in the darkness.
“What is it, Suguru?” She asked, pulling him closer. His chin rested against her collar, and her nose brushed his forehead.
Despite the fatigue, his arms came around her waist and pulled her closer. She let out a gasp at the sudden hug, his face slipping from her palm and landing on her shoulder.
Even when he was so weak, he was still strong enough to hold his world.
“Tha…Thank you, mama.” He mumbled weakly, breathing in her scent. “Thank you for…for all of this.”
It took a few more seconds for the surprise of his actions to wear off. Her heart beat fast in her chest. Her arms were raised, unprepared for his embrace.
Once she’d gotten over the shock, she settled against him comfortably once more. Her hands slipped over his shoulders, wrapping around his neck with her hands brushing the skin behind his ears.
“You’re welcome, Suguru.” She muttered. She had gotten better at the more romantic side of these sorts of things thanks to him. “You deserve all of it.”
Her hands cupped his cheeks, pulling his face up to hers to look at him.
“Who’s perfect sweetheart are you?” She asked gently, looking down upon him with a warm smile.
Her nose slipped over his. The comfort of her care made his eyes shut.
“Yours, mama.” He replied.
“Who’s strong and brilliant sorcerer are you, sugar?” She asked, breathing slowly against his lips.
This game of hers, improvised with unspoken rules, touched the very core of his heart every single time. It urged him to speak, to breathe, to be whatever he wanted or needed to be.
“Yours, mama.” He repeated obediently.
“Mmhmm, good boy.” She giggled, her cheeks flushed with redness.
Her lips rubbed along his. Her thumbs pressed circles against his cheeks.
“Can you make it to my room for what you need?” She asked, hips still shuddering from the intensity of their coupling.
He nodded soundlessly against her.
“Do you want me to help you?” Noriko asked.
He shook his head soundlessly against her.
A soft smile crossed her lips.
She lifted herself off of him, drawing her skirt up with her thumbs. Once she had fitted herself, she hooked her arms under his and pulled him up.
With her help, he was able to get his pants back on, slipping the now swollen contraceptive from his cock. His back was pressed against the wall, and his face was still slightly flushed.
SNAP!!!
CRACK!!!
Her pinky readjusted. All of her fingers wrapped around the thing, pouring energy into the flesh.
From her lips, she muttered those two familiar words.
“Idle Transfiguration.”
WOOSH!!!
The thing shrivelled to the size of a marble, with all of the fluid within being boiled away into the walls. Her body leaned against his as she turned the Transfiguration puppet into nothing but ash and smoke.
“Are you alright?” He asked, bringing his arms around her waist. His fingers touch up where he had dug in. Where blood still streaked down her flesh.sh, and where claw marks could still be seen in the faintest discolourations.
“Yeah.” She murmured. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and her eyes glinted like flint stones in the darkness. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Discarding the ashes into a dark corner of the small space, she turned on her heel to face him. Her arms moved under his as she leaned up, meeting his lips.
It felt soft and silent. She tasted tart and bitter, but in a delectable way. He couldn't get enough of her.
The kiss broke as his arms moved around her waist, his thumbs resting along her spine. The only thing he could make out were the soft glints of her eyes and the shine of the stitches that made her look like a patchwork doll running along her cheek.
“You're…..You're make-up's rubbed off.” He whispered with a hint of warning.
She brought her hand to her face, feeling over the skin. A huff escaped her lips as she pouted against his shoulder. She hated the kinds of looks people gave her about the stitches that gave her the appearance of a patchwork doll.
“This is all your fault.” She spat accusingly but playfully, scratching her finger over his chest. “Now I can't head back out.”
“But you can stay a little longer.” He teased back, smiling gleefully. His arms tightened around her. “So it's a good thing.”
“Idiot, you always see good in a stupid thing like this.” Noriko hissed, standing on her tippy toes to reach him.
A bright white laser cut through the tiles of the roof, leaving char marks across the surface.
No, it couldn’t be. She had heard wrong.
Pencil MUST have heard wrong.
With fear and desire both residing in her heart, she took a step forward. She was going to run.
She-
“Pence Pence.”.
Her body could not move. Her mouth hung open and agape. Her eyes widened like black holes.
The voice….The cheery warmth….The casual, amicable flow of words off the tip of a tongue…
With the same struggle that you’d find if you tried to grind blocks of cement into a powder by hand, Pencil creaked her head back to catch a glimpse.
“Long time no see.”.
Vermillion sulphur head, coarse and rough. Light aspen wood, with little dark specks lining her body. A face full of fun, friendliness and absolute fearlessness.
“A fake?” She wondered, stone still in her tracks.
“A dream?” She guessed, lip quivering.
Hazel eyes, warmer than a campfire. Hazel eyes, brighter than stars. Eyes with a little cobalt glint within them, like crystals.
“No, it-It really is.” She realised, gasping. A flood of emotion ran through her, filling her mind, her lungs, her stomach, her bones and…
And her heart.
“It’s really her!”.
Pencil’s mouth widened into an open-mouthed smile. She couldn’t say a word, but she had so much she wanted to say.
“I missed you.”.
“Oh my lead, I thought I lost you.”.
“Is that really you?”.
“I love yo-”.
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"When chaos itself finds solace in something broken and tries to weave it back together, for the sake of the heart and the soul.".
Di's laser finally stopped, but her mechanical eye shone immensely bright. Her limbs stopped shaking so much and she found her breaths easier as she sat on a patch of burnt ground. Her fist pushed some nearby debris away with ease, expelling more of her built-up stress.
Violet kicked away some of the debris and snapped the metal rod in two. His teeth began nibbling on one end as he sat next to her, catching his breath. The metal tasted alright, but really it could use some more flavouring.
Then again, normally people don't eat literal pieces of a broken train, so he couldn't really complain about flavour.
Speaking of the train, they could see the wreckage and ruin of the carts and track. Trees had fallen backward and scrap metal littered the place. Some of it carried black scorch marks while other pieces had been bent, dented or otherwise broken. Wood from the tracks and fabric from the seats lay in messy pieces strewn about. A few broken tracks were even in the midst of fuelling dying fires that were small and dim.
"Dang." Tabi muttered as he bit off a sizable chunk, chewing slowly with loud crunches. His eyes scanned the wreckage and he could see charred bits and burnt flesh from one point of the debris.
That had been where Albert had been involuntarily kamikazed. The fact was that The Director may have been on their trail more than realised something would go wrong. More than likely, almost every one of the guards was probably armed with some kind of explosive. However, it was pretty unlikely that all of them knew about this "upgrade" to their suits.
"There goes my chances of getting some info on this fucker." He groaned while taking another bite out of the rod, dejection and morbid unhappiness in his tone. Couldn't he ever do a damn thing right?
His eyes scanned over to the cart beside where Albert's last resting place was to take his mind off the harrowing thoughts. And under the cart he witnessed…
Blood.
So. Much. Blood.
Heaps of it pouring out from under the wreck of a cart. The cart that he had put all those guards and researchers in, knocked out.
Honestly, now there wasn't even a point in knocking them out if they had all just died like that. He scoffed, annoyed he'd spent so much effort making sure not to kill them. Really, he knew he had been wasting his efforts, because they'd somehow find a way to can it themselves.
These bugs always found a way to die easily.
And he…hated that.
He hated how easily they could just…die. Just…stop existing in the state they were in. If they didn't enjoy a thing about their lives, they could just die. They could always have that option.
Not him though. Never him.
"Not really.".
Violet blinked and turned his head.
"What?" He asked, unsure of what she even meant.
"We still have some access to the info." Di stated, picking up one of the metal sheets he had dropped. Her mechanical eye began making soft whirring noises and humming as the blue light coming out began adjusting in shape and size. The glow grew brighter but not much hotter. Her hand reached up to the eye, turning the side of it like a dial.
Finally, after some fiddling and humming, she had gotten it to flash brightly on the sheet. The blue glow did overwash the images and text displayed like a projector screen but they could still see it.
"I managed to scan as much as I could." She stated. Her light grew brighter since the glare from the setting sun made it hard to see and her fingers turned the mech-eye to see clearer. "From the looks of things, they should be at the final dig site, Location Kyma.".
His eyes followed as she clicked her mech-eye, displaying a map. Her finger drew a red circle around the location. A small place a good distance from a rocky temple of sorts on the edge of jungle and flat plains. The region seemed to be quite far and unlikely, aside from that temple structure marked.
"So, you're saying they're there?" Violet asked, eyes glinting as he observed her finger tap another spot a good bit away. The point was just on the edge of the tracks. Those same tracks that now sat beside them as wreckage and rubble.
Yet, he also seemed to notice her eyes twitch at a photo on one of the other pages, along with scrambled-looking diary writing. The image seemed to show a smaller, younger version of her. Lacking that mechanical eye and with her arms seeming skinnier. Moreover, she seemed to hold the hand of someone older, whose face was missing from the photo but who wore a lab coat of sorts. Like the one she had worn.
As soon as she noticed him seeing that, her eye gleamed with azure light, erasing that page from the ones they could see. His eyes glanced over to a name but even that was erased, as if he was not meant to see it.
"That's nothing." She murmured before her laser ended. She slumped against the piles of debris, exhausted from the overuse of the mech-eye and from the amount of energy she had expelled.
Both sat amidst the ruined wrecks, seeing the sunset with glare. The night's cold wouldn't be pleasant, but Violet could make it through such conditions. After all, getting a little chilly couldn't kill him. Nothing could. He could stake it out and keep going till he reached that location where Soul hopefully was.
"But she won't be able to.".
The voices. So long since he'd heard them again. He groaned slightly, already accustomed to being annoyed at them.
But…
"She's vulnerable right now.".
Her body slumped against the heaps of scrap and the light that her mechanical eye emitted was barely anything. Almost as faint as could be, and with no heat. Just coldness.
"Leave her.".
He blinked slowly.
"She hurt you.".
"Leave her.".
Violet couldn't do that.
"Abandon her.".
"Save Soul".
"Make them suffer.".
Barely hours ago he would've accepted such thoughts and been gone by now. Hell, if she could hear his thoughts she'd actively agree with them. She had to die. If she didn't want that, she never said nor cared.
Because she didn't believe what she wanted mattered.
She didn't matter.
Whoosh!!!
Di blinked at the sudden feel of warmth. A pile of the scrap in front of her had been lit up with intense azure violet flames that gave warmth against the usual shivering cold that the twilight brought.
"H..Huh?".
She rubbed her eyes in confusion. Violet's hand was alight with intense heat and his fingers grabbed another piece of rubble, making it melt in his grasp before he tossed it into the flames.
"W..Why?" She asked in confusion. The fire was warm and the gesture was kind but she didn't understand such… kindness. "Don't you…have to go save that kid of yours? You know where he is.".
"Yeah." Violet responded, eyes looking out in the direction where that final dig site was. Where Soul was.
He had to go there. Right now, he should be able to make it there if he just ran at full speed. It wouldn't take much and they'd never see him come. Part of him wanted to do that.
"So, why are you still here?".
His eyes seared as bright as the flames with an immense coldness. Violet's legs and hips felt an odd weakness and he couldn't move. He couldn't think easily and he couldn't fathom things in any way. His fingers dug into the dirt, but even that action seemed to take great effort. Not anything physical, that was barely an issue.
But in some way, it was…hard.
"I don't know." He responded softly. His body felt relatively empty and hollow. The light from his eyes was cold. His fingers felt cold.
He was cold.
"Say, that guy on the train he…he said the password is your "true name" or something." He began, while the flames spluttered and split like droves on the pile of scrap before them. He grabbed one of the broken tracks and tossed it into the infernal nest. "And that…he didn't know what that was.".
The skies were dark, with stars glistening and shining like performers on a stage. Other than the crackle of flames there was not a single sound to be heard for miles except for the occasional breath.
"If you're gonna die…can I at least know that name?".
It was like dropping a pin to ask such a question. Her mechanical eye was dim and emitted not a spark of light. Her arms hung still by her sides and she made not one sound, not even with breaths.
But her left eye, her red, biological one, seemed to gleam. It gleamed like a blood moon, with an odd warmth. Its glow eclipsed the light of the flames as a single streak of something came from it.
Drip.
Her hand quickly moved up, stopping any more coming out. A drop of red liquid mixed with the tear,
She felt a hand move her hand off. The fingers were cold and the palm pressed over her eye. She shuddered, feeling the intense coldness coming from that palm. The…the emptiness. It was soft and cool and there wasn't even a shred of heaviness of weight on the hand.
It was nice.
"I had a name." She admitted, letting the hand stay on her face. Even as the trickle of blood tried to seep out, it wasn't given a chance. Her skin and the muscle of her eye itself weren't as tense and she found herself relaxing. Her heartbeats slowed and her stress went down.
"But….I don't deserve that name.".
"Says who?" Violet asked in surprise and annoyance. After all, who the hell could possibly deny someone their name?
"The Director. He's….He knew my papa." She responded as the hand left her face. She turned her face away and though her eye gleamed, it didn't leak. It didn't feel like there was pressure in her eye or that detestable feeling akin to bugs under her skin. "And when Papa… disappeared he…was all I had left.".
The fires crackled more as Violet grabbed another piece of the rubble. A long bar of metal covered in some shreds of fabric. His fingers bent the bar, making a creak echo through the area before tossing it into the base of the flames. His whole hand touched those licking sparks.
"My name is Di because that's all I can be. Di-ssociative. Di-strustfull. Di-ssfaithfull. Di-sgraceful, Di-sgusting and Di-ssalusioned.
Really the only good thing that could ever happen is if I were to Di-e.".
Violet felt an odd feeling from hearing such words from her. It was like a lump in his neck, to hear her badmouth such name of herself. To view herself so low and so horribly as if she didn't wish to exist. To discard an old name she knew because for all she knew and for all anyone would ever say, she was that. She would always be that, no matter what she tried.
"Just…like…me?".
"Well, what was your true name?" He asked her quietly.
"Leave her.".
"Go save Soul.".
"She's clearly said who she is, so why search for more?".
For once, he found the voices were not his main focus.
For once, he didn't let himself sink into the harrowing depths of his thoughts. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn't flee reality.
He wanted to listen.
"My true name is…was…Gabriella." She replied with shame, as if the name was a slur. Her lips curled in a frown and she gripped the dirt so tight there were claw marks. "It's a silly childish name. At best, it's an old name that's not me anymore and at worst, I don't deserve that name.
Di is all I am and all I can ever be.".
Her finger scratched across the dirt in messy patterns as she spat the second name. Neither name left her mouth with any good passion. The first was spoken like a lost trinket and the other was said like she was spitting out bad food.
"I don't think that.".
She blinked as her gaze fell upon the flames. Taking a risk, her fingers moved closer to the heat.
But…it didn't burn?
"Gabriella…".
She flinched at that name, with her arms held up in defence. The very action seemed to make him feel a certain way.
Almost….sympathetic?
Could that even be possible for him?
"Di…" He said in a softer tone.
Her arms lowered as she avoided his eyes. Her hand brushed through the centre of the fire and though it was hot, it surprisingly didn't burn.
"I've put the intensity as low as possible." He explained while putting another piece of wood from the broken tracks into the middle of the inferno.
Though a soft sting did ring out through her skin, these flames weren't burning her. They felt warm and relieving and no amount of doubt or disdain could override the odd sensation she felt. Like deflating a balloon that had been full of hot air for so long by poking a small hole and letting it escape slowly as if it were water.
"But," He began, eyes glimmering lilac like the flames as he looked at her. "I don't think either name is horrible. Gabriella sounds like….a pretty name. A name of…someone strong.".
Her mechanical eye seemed to hum slightly as she listened, perplexed and stunned by the words. Her lips quivered but her throat was dry and she couldn't say a word.
"And your other name, Di it….It doesn't sound like a lot of nice things to you. But…it could make Di-e.
And…die is a nice word to me.".
The compliment was strange. Not trying to avoid the reality of how ominous such a name could be but…still see a good thing about that. Still seeing….the best about the worst.
"There's words that could begin with Di that are nice. Di–gnity. Di-lightful. Di-scover.
Di is….a cool name. It might mean some bad things like "Die" but…
I'd like to die. So…I like your name.
Di.".
She sat there in silence, ears ringing with his weird ramble. Violet's words echoed through her mind like gears in a clock and she felt oddly…happy.
He didn't try to change her mind about the nature of her name, no. He didn't try to look on the bright side in those instances. She was disgusting and disgraceful and whatever the fuck else she had said. Hell, she honestly saw no other possibility for something good to come out of her life other than if she were to just "Die".
He welcomed that last word like a gift.
He didn't see death as some harrowing end.
He didn't see her name as something wrong.
He called her several "Di" names, even if some of those words didn't begin with "Di" necessarily. He gave her something good without the need to seal or crack the worst things she thought.
"Seriously, from what I've seen…" Violet said, putting a hand on her shoulder. He gave a weak smile, the purplish glow of his pupils cool and soft. "I'd say, you're strong.".
Dead. Dead. Die.
One of his fingers jabbed her neck. She felt light-headed and her body grew weak as his other arm moved over her head, slowing her slumping fall. The words "You're strong" echoed through her skull, along with those words.
"So…" He began, turning his attention to the other end of the train. The small red door at the end of this compartment was ajar and she stood in front of the door to the next compartment over, brushing off the fabric made to fake bruises and such. She also used her mechanical eye's laser to remove the blood stains over her face and arms. "…I made sure not to kill any of them.".
Whoosh!!!
In just a split second Violet had gone across the entire compartment, standing right in front of her. His eyes peered down into her red and blue ones as the air became cold and tense. A soft breeze blew by from the rush of his flash step, like reality was just catching up to such speed. When his mouth moved, the words came out slower than how much he talked.
"Got my info from that database of yours?".
Di took a good breath, her ears still ringing. Her thumb wiped some of the blood off her forehead, making sure not to push into the gash up there as she looked coldly back at him.
"We still need to wait for the computer to turn on. It'll be about five minutes." She responded calmly. Behind her, the large screen could be seen loading as the power processors made quite the racket under the large circular desk.
Violet groaned as he turned away. Of course, in a world like this, their equipment would be clanky as hell and take a while to boot up. Seriously, what kind of backwards bullshit place could he have ever ended up in here? Mechanical cybernetics for people yet slow clanky computing programs? They had unique specialities in some parts of their populace for crying out loud.
Though to be fair, he doubted much of the rest of the world really knew about all these details. He wouldn't even be surprised if the knowledge that humans, like Di, could be imbued with cybernetic enhancements.
His leg kicked one of the doors, sending it flying off. He smiled as he stepped closer to the edge, seeing the trees pass by in the hundreds. The track line meant that none of them were close enough to brush against the train unless a direct corner was traversed. From what she had said, there were no corners on the train's set root.
Looking at the top of the door frame, he thought for a moment. His hand grabbed one of the seats, easily ripping it out of the pathetic grey fixing that held it in place to the floor. His other hand did the same to another seat as he let the materials warp around his arms into two long poles. Both of which were slammed into the floor, the bottom ends coming back up through new holes as hooking points.
SLAM!!!
With a leap, he was fully outside the train with only his arm gripping harshly into the side of the frame. With all the winds rushing it felt like a million knives were cleaving into his skin, but they didn't care.
Bang!!! Bang!!!
Both his boots had pierced through the top of the door frame, letting him hang upside down. His fingers grazed the poles under him, making them shoot up and wrap tightly around his arms. He was held in place and it was rather painful.
"Hey doesn't….Doesn't that hurt?" Di asked as she looked up at him. Her arm gripped one of the seats as she looked at the trees and forests whizz by.
"Yeah." Tabi responded nonchalantly, sending out a small flicker of his purple flame that barely made it past the track line. His abilities still weren't at their original capacity. Those needles and tranquillising shots must still be having an effect. "That's kinda the point.".
"The point?".
"At some point, if you live long enough, there's not much that excites you or catches your attention. Pain is one of those few things that stays constant." He explained, letting his hand hang limply outside of the cart. The winds whipped it harshly with pressure as he smiled, letting the appendage get slapped and slammed by the air, the dust and passing flying branches that were shot up from the tracks. "Other shit like emotions or…Or ordinary narcotics or something like that don't give that familiar grounding kick.".
He could smell smoke as he glanced down. In one of Di's hands, she held a lighter, with a bright blue, immensely hot flame. In the other, near her lips was a bundled-up white paper roll with a greenish-orange filling. Under her clasped fingers was a packet of several white rolls of similar size, though their shapes varied. Furthermore, each one had a red cap on the end.
"Is that your cope?" He inquired, seeing the smoke rise from the glowing end as she put the bundled-up roll to her lips. A slight cough escaped her throat alongside shaky breaths and she scratched the underside of her chin.
"Is not very good, but it helps." She said, eyes slightly watering from the sensation. "I would maintain control of myself, but a dead perro mustn't worry for if her meal is laced with chocolate.".
Violet frowned at the remark. From what she had gathered through listening to the conversations of workers around him, perro must be some form of derogatory statement used around here. And to hear her compare herself to that wasn't at all expected. If he was right and that word meant some form of a canine animal, then would this be considered her waiving the idea of a poison on the eclipse of death?
Was she really that open to die?
"You know, I could leave you be. You've been working on that "Director" guy's orders, so I really don't have good reason to kill you…" He proposed, letting one of his arms hang low toward her in order to try one of those bundles.
"Don't." She said, passing a roll up to him. He was surprised at her affirmation and the absolute determination in that word as his fingers felt along the paper. Running along the soft and messy creases as well as the hardened seal.
"I chose to hurt so many in that testing room. I let myself get carried away so many times that if God were to watch, I'd have already been dammed to eternal hellfire. What I did to you was a taste of the shit I've put so many before through, and I don't deserve any goodness or life." She spat bitterly and disdainfully. Her mechanical eye let out a soft hum as she stared at one of the seats. The light out of her eye reassembled that of a blue torch and the torch flickered with every movement her pupil made as the fabric on the seat she stared at began to smoke.
"After all the shit I've done to you and to so many others, the best I deserve is to die.".
Now Violet found himself especially curious. Throughout all his time ever interacting with mortal beings for extended periods, almost none stuck to such harrowing and pessimistic ideals for very long. Even the ones that would wish to die or be made obsolete would gain some spark of hope on the brink of death. Some desire to keep going. Some fear of actually facing that mortality and the truth that it could and very much would come.
But this one was a rare case.
He hadn't known many like her. The desire to die wasn't a surface-level fad that he could quite easily hate, given how those ones teetered on the line he would never get to cross. Nor was it some lofty half-baked truth that the deepest parts of some beings he had encountered weren't in the slightest of alignment with.
This was a truly set goal. A final post she resigned to. An inevitability she accepted and truly embraced. As inevitable as it was that Tabi Violet could not die, Di wished only to die.
"Are you sure?" He asked as he opened his mouth and lifted the slip. His tongue split along the middle and wrapped on the end, letting soft lilac flames traverse onto the material as he took a deep puff. He had to admit, the feeling of this narcotic was pleasant, but his body had grown used to much more lethal things.
"I am." She responded, letting heavy dark green smoke escape her lips. The whirring of the processors, coupled with the sound of winds whipping Violet's arm and face from the outside filled the empty compartment. The smoke clouds seemed to cover much of her face, with her biological and mechanical eyes each glimmering with their respective glows. The intermingling of the red and blue made a soft shimmer of purple overshadow her face.
Family sparring MIGHT be an understatement when you rip the planet apart
As dirt, grass, and rocks whirled across the vast expanse of land, intense dust clouds billowed upwards, towering over the mountains in the aftermath of the impacts. The ground trembled as streaks of yellow lightning swept through an entire forest, obliterating miles of trees that stretched all the way to the horizon.
Each streak surged forward, engaging in a relentless clash with a single foe, who effortlessly outpaced and dodged every attack hurled their way.
"Wow, you've gotten a little more flashy there kid." Violet joked, countering a punch with a backhand, alongside a simple punch of their own that sent the lightning-coveted boy flying.
They followed up by dashing so fast that dust kicked up into the skies and struck his stomach with a punch that sent him flying faster. "But you're still so damn WEAK!!!".
Their fist again launched as Soul barely dodged the strike aimed at his face, and grasped their arm. He smirked, as sparks transferred from his arm into theirs, paralysing all the muscle in their upper body again.
He swung his leg up, connecting a kick that sent them flying, while also transferred as much charge into his boot as possible to keep them paralysed. He kicked the ground to launch up, sending debris flying, as he grasped them by the wrist.
With as much strength as he could, he swung them over his head and into said debris, causing her face to collide with the rocks. He followed up with a kick down into their chest.
Both he and Tabi plummeted to the floor, marking over a mile of space into an electrified crater. Their body rebounded from the ground at the force as they barely parried the next punch, sending her flying again.
"Maybe I am flashier. But CAN YOU EVEN SEE ME!!?" Soul screamed, blitzing across the ground at lightning speeds, as Violet launched into the sky to regain composure and a smile spread on his lips.
Soul was mere bursts of lightning and an explosive trail, and it was impossible to catch sight of him. The boy was improving and had adapted to their previous fights.
He launched downward at where the lightning was trailing over in circles most, so fast it would seem he teleported, as his fingers struck into the skull of the kid, stopping his blitz.
SLAM!!!
They followed up with a simple kick that only sent him flying up a little, as he countered with a full send punch. And even though Soul had thrown his punch sooner, it was their fist that hit first. A perfect counter and follow up on their move, to counter his counter, before he even considered countering, sending him flying back far.
"I will say, you're tanking way more, kid!!!" Violet praised, standing amidst the great clouds of dust. The sun shone brightly on the torched grasses and large plateau as the boy grit his teeth and dug his fingers into the ground.
"Dammit. Need......more....."he mumbled, as his eyes sparkled and flared and his body jolted up in a yellow flame, as blinding as the sun.
The ground was white hot with plasma, and the air was thicker for hundreds of miles out, making Violet's body feel a dangerous tingle, and her lips curled in a surprised smile.
"POWER!!!"
Full Flow Static!!!
"You got yourself a power boost!?" Violet cackled, almost excited to see what this further amped Soul could do. Their eyes locked, and she couldn't see his facial expression as the winds stopped blowing.
Not because there was no wind, but because they had all been caught in the static charges in the air itself, as they blinked. Soul was gone.
"Damn, I guess you HAVE been improv-".
They never got a chance to finish that statement. Soul had been miles away, and in just one blink, he was behind them, fingers digging into the back of her skull and slamming her into the ground.
"Heaven's drag...." Soul muttered, grasping at their skull as he dashed forward. A blur in the horizon as the ground beneath him deepened from his blitzing speed, and he dragged Violet along with.
After barely a second, he had reached around to the point where he had started running and continued onward again. And again. And again. Making laps on this line around the small planet so many times, he had reached up to his neck in the grass.
And then he stopped. Violet continued on, and he knew they would circle back round as his fist glowed like a star. His eyes were aflame as he threw a fist forward, not to punch, but to grab them.
With a heave and a wave of crackles, he was holding their face against the direction of their velocity, his lips wide grinned as he heard the cracking skull and saw white blood stream out of the face and burn.
"And....".
Soul lifted her face as over 100 miles of earth from his neck level down was sent sky high from the uplift force. All debris scattered through the sky, with thunder crackling between each piece.
A mass storm formed, the size of continents. It so much electrical power that not a gram of dirt or rock could fall, like they were all tethered to the skies.
Like time itself stood still. All happening, just as he brought Violet's face down into the centre of the static, with the storm above sending beams of electrified energy right into the epicentre.
The leaves smouldered when his body made contact with them.
Leafy...
Picking one of the smoother, rounder ones up, he let his mind wander for the first time in ages.
Her.
Leafy.
She was still out there. He knew it.
He’d been with her when the storm hit. He was with her when all their cabins and built-up progress on Dreamier Island got knocked down by the storm. He knew she was out there because he knew she was strong.
He had to be. He was there. He’d find her.
“You weren’t there.” The small, nagging voice in the back of his head nagged. He groaned, palming his neck as he tried to shut those thoughts out.
He was there. He was there. He was always there for Leafy because she was his friend.
Firey was there.
“Thanks for recovering me…”.
He was there. He was there.
Firey shoved a handful of leaves into his face to shut his mental clockwork out. NO, BFDIA was a different time. That was a time when he was stupid, when he didn’t know any better.
He cared. He did, he really did.
He was there. He was there.
“…stranger.”.
He was there.
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He/Him Purple, She/Her Green. Pretty old thing from my Wattpad
ple walked along, eating another piece of steak. He'd been through multiple fortresses, searching for nether warts for a cake. He drank a healing potion, doing away some of his burns and bruises from fighting blazes and wither skeletons. He had decided to walk due to his elytra being on low durability. As he walked, there seemed to be a relative quietness. In the far distance, he could hear Piglin communities talking amongst each other in a series of grunts and oinks. There was the sound of creatures screaming in pain as they fell into lava and subsequently burned, sizzling to ash. The lava, though hundreds of blocks beneath him, made the whole Nether feel scorching hot.
As he trudged slowly, he could see a figure, sitting at the ledge above the lava lake. He couldn't see them clearly due to the ash from burning creatures down below. yet, he knew who it was without needing to ask. As he sat down beside her, he could see the great expanse that was the lava lake. A blazing orange with red netherack lining the edges. A red haze hung over, making the striders that roamed far seem to vanish. She ate a golden carrot, gazing off into seeming nothingness.
They both sensed each others presence. Green sighed, the Nether's heat intense yet relaxing. She enjoyed it here. The quiet. The nothingness. The heat. It made her feel she was alone yet with something. Someone. Close to her.
"Where're the others?" Purple asked, his voice heavy from how tired he felt. He was glad to meet her out here.
"Red and Orange are together on a date. I didn't wanna bother them." she replied softly, dropping the wood like stem of her carrot into the lava below.
"And Blue and Yellow?"
She smiled softly, almost chuckling before saying "You know how those two are. Flirting with each other, insulting each other. Probably f###ing each other.". Her lips curled as she held her breath, trying not to laugh. "I don't wanna get between them. Besides, it's strangely nice being here without them. So quiet yet comforting. I know it's basically Minecraft's equivalent of hell but compared to being in the computer all day its…..nice. The only real problem is the heat.".
"I prefer the End. It's got everything you talked about. And it's cool.".
They both sat there in silence, comforted by each other's presence. Green placed one of her hands down, right next to Purple's. She seemed to be sweating but brushed it off as the lava lake causing that.
To break the tension, she inquired "Have you been to the End since…..?". He put his right arm down, grabbing a bottle before chugging down the red liquid.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he replied "Yeah. A few times. The baby dragon that hatched out of the Egg has grown quite a bit. Being in the end is like being in a swimming pool with no water, with your own thoughts. It feels good. Like having a run after sitting down all day.".
"You'd know how it feels to go on a run." she snarkly replied, chuckling a bit more. He chuckled with her, finding her joke funny. She always could find a way to make her laugh. As could he for her. Their hands moved (though neither realised) closer, touching each other.
Then again, there was silence. It was drawn out, filled with the occasional scream of a ghast or the agonized shrieks of a Piglin falling into lava. Her hand slipped under his as she grabbed a honey bottle from her pocket and began slowly drinking, here heart pumping harder. She bit her lip, her head spinning.
"Green?" Purple inquired.
"Hmm?".
"Have you ever….loved someone before?".
She squeezed his hand as he he realised that both their hands were locked together. His heart was in his throat, he mind spinning as he wondered why he'd ask her such a personnel question. Yet, after a few seconds of tension, she responded.
"I….I have. I love someone. He's funny. He's talented. He's smart. He's good looking and kind and sweet and has an amazing voice. But…..I don't think he likes me back.".
The words came out of her mouth quickly, like water spilling out of a cup. Yet, her words felt genuine to Purple. He squeezed her hand, giving her reassurance without needing to utter a sound. She closed her eyes, holding back tears as they sat together. In the distance, a fortress seemed to have battle occurring on it's roof. A rouge blaze fireball whirled in their direction. Purple used his free hand to grab Green by her chin, pulling her out of the way and close into a kiss.
In the distance, the battle on the fortress roof seemed to explode as fireworks of all different colours illuminated the darkness of hell. Green was taken aback by the sudden kiss yet made no attempt to push him away. A sensation of joy and relief overcame her as she felt a heavy weight lift off her mind. She squeezed his hand, her other arm resting on his shoulder as they parted, foreheads pressed against each others.
"I loved from the first day I knew you. I won't lose you. I promise." he whispered, his throat raspy and his brain buzzing. He felt a happiness he hadn't felt in what seemed to have been an eternity. It was though a void in his heart had been filled, one which had been etching away at him, clawing through him. Green used her spare hand to pull him closer into another kiss which he had no hesitation to.
Snow piled on the island, coveting what had once been bright grasses in a sheet of cold white. The sun barely glinted beyond the thick clouds and its light, while illuminating, was bleak and dim. Flakes and flutters of snow shimmered as it fell and the air was filled with chills.
All of it made it more confusing for them as to why anyone seemed happy.
They rubbed their eyes, staring at the different objects on the island, seeing them laugh and play in the snow. There was OJ who naturally was mad over the pile-up outside his and Paper's hotel doors, and using a shovel to try to clear away some of the snow. A reaction like that: Agitation, annoyance and frustration were pretty much expected at a time like this.
But then there were others, like Yin Yang, Mic and Taco, who were throwing balls of snow at each other. From the way they packed the snowballs along with how cold it was, they must surely hurt, right? Even though Yin's pale lilac scarf and Yang's gloves with shark fangs, those hits mustn't be pleasant, right? Even through Mic's winter hat, she'd surely feel those hits scuffing up her speaker, no?
So why were they doing it?
There was Lightbulb sitting on a large wooden sled, with a twig in her mouth. In front of her was Paintbrush, pulling the thing up a small hill of snow by dragging a long red rope. Once they'd reached the top, they moved next to her and pushed off the ground, causing both the zoom downward at terrifying speeds. Lightbulb screamed, but her hands waved and her mouth was open in a smile. Paintbrush's arms were around her, keeping her from being thrown off but they had a soft smile of their own as they flinched on the ride down.
Why were they doing it?
Cherries, Apple and Marshmallow were busy building some kind of snow creature with pebbles for eyes. Marshmallow was holding the head up with one arm and keeping Apple from licking an icicle with her other one. The trio laughed as the red fruit put her icicle into the side of the neck, making it look like it had a third arm. The air was chilly and touching the snow must surely make their hands cold and stiff. Especially Apple, since she had been touching bare ice.
So why did they do it?
"Is something wrong, Bot?" A geeky voice asked as they felt a hand on their shoulder. Looking up, they saw her warm smile and friendly eyes through those scarlet-rimmed spectacles of hers, giving her a happy and energetic look.
"Uhh...I...I don't get it." They responded, eyes scanning the scenes around them. Despite not having to worry about the cold since their body hadn't been equipped with the proper thermal mechanisms, they wore the most out of everyone here it seemed, what with their red scarf and hat, along with their dark blue gloves and boots. "Why is everyone so happy?".
"Well, because it's Christmas." She replied, her face warm and cheery. Her hand scooped up some of the snow, shaping it into a ball. "It's a time of celebration and cheer in winter, and it's a lot of fun.".
She passed the small, rather smooth made ball to them. Its surface was nice to the touch, and the thing felt pretty light in their hands, while also being somewhat weighted at the same time. Their head tilted up at her in confusion.
"Christmas?".
Test Tube chuckled at the confusion, given this was their first. "Yeah. Well, technically it's more Christmas Eve and Christmas proper is tomorrow but....it is a time of joy.".
"Test Tube!!! Lightbulb!!" Fan's voice called out from one of Hotel Hoot's upper floors. His head poked out the window, glasses smudged with a bit of batter as he held an empty tray in his free hand. "I need your guys's help up here!!!".
Lightbulb immediately shot up from the sled, happily skipping along in excitement. Right as Paintbrush pushed it and watched the thing tumble down the hill, crashing in the snow.
"L...LIGHTBULB!!!?" They yelled in irritation. She looked back, a little guilty as she helped pull the thing out of the snow.
"Sorry, Painty." She sweetly apologized, causing them to smile. They couldn't stay mad for long and honestly, the two of them seemed rather cute together. "Wanna come help with Fan?".
"No. I hear him enough, don't wanna stand in a kitchen with him." They muttered, eyes gazing up at the kitchen window. Smoke rolled out of it, and they wouldn't wanna be in the midst of that or Fan's ramblings.
"Alright, see ya!!".
She skipped off into the Hotel, still holding a twig in her mouth. Test Tube ruffled their woollen hat and gave them a reassuring smile before she too headed in after the cheery-faced bright light.
Bot approached Paintbrush as they wiped the snow off the wooden seat, wanting to figure out more about this whole "Christmas" thing.
"Oh, hi Bot." They happily waved, propping the sled up beside where they stood. Though the metal bars did sink into the snow a little, the whole thing more or less stayed up fine. "You wanna try it?".
"I don't know." They hesitantly said, tilting their head at the thing. "It looks a bit...Uhhh...".
"It's safe, I can guarantee." Paintbrush reassured, knocking a fist on the wood. "Lightbulb's the isn't the most durable tool in the shed, yet she's always fine.".
"Ooh, is Lightbulb's Tobagon available?" A happy warbling voice said as Goo trudged toward the pair, his body covered in a body-tight plastic bag with only his face exposed.
"Yep. It's up for a ride." They replied, beckoning to the large seat. "Hey Bot, if you're concerned, you could always go with Goo.".
"Oh my gosh, BOT!!!" He squealed in delight, stretching his body wrapping around their metal in a hug. They giggled as they wrapped their arms around him, returning the gesture. "We can go together!!!".
They looked at Goo as she warbled, happily stretching and moving as he clambered on the sled. They looked at Paintbrush, who merely shrugged their shoulders and opened their arm to the sled in offer. They looked at the hotel where the doors kept swinging as people moved in and out, with smiles and cheer.
"Sure, why not? I wanna see what's so good about it." They decided, legs springing them up onto the seat. Goo's squidgy body moved around them, with the plastic bag crinkling on the wood. Both could feel the incline from Paintbrush pulling the sled up one of the snow hills and Goo excitedly murmured as they grunted, pulling the heavy thing up.
Looking toward the horizon, Bot could see the sunset was pretty close. Fewer people were coming out of the Hotel than going in and the skies were painted red, making it look like an upside-down bowl of tomato soup, with the clouds looking like wisps of smoke. The sunlight itself seemed to pierce through the clouds like a torch through some fabric.
"All right you too, but this is the last one. Then I gotta put this thing back." Paintbrush heaved as they finally stopped. The pair were on a small hilltop and the descent wasn't too shallow. They considered getting off, having second thoughts about this whole thing, but wanted to stay to try. Especially given that there wouldn't be another opportunity.
"Aww." Goo sighed. His body wriggled around into the shape of a hand as his eyes met Bot's. Both gave each other a grin. "Well if this is the final Tobago down then...".
"Let's make this one..." Bot also began as Paintbrush pushed the sled. Their mind already wanted to get off, but it was too late.
"CHEER FACTORY!!!".
Woosh!!!
The sled sped fast, with winds whipping their face and the surroundings passing by with swiftness. Goo grasped the small rope at the end that they hadn't seen and steered, something Bot didn't know was possible on this thing.
The duo whizzed past Apple and Marshmallow's snow figure. The speed caused Apple to stumble, misplacing a carrot into the body of the figure and falling flat on her back.
"SORRY!!!" Goo apologized as Bot grabbed one-half the rope, steering them away from Taco, right as she was about to nail Microphone from behind with a huge snowball. The thing was so big she had to hold it with both hands and the shock of them passing by made her drop it, right as Yang got her with their own snowball.
"Look out!!!" Bot yelled, pulling the rope up as they hit a bump of snow. Both they and Goo were sent flying and they acted fast.
Their mechanical legs sprang downward, embedding deep into the snow. Their arm barely grasped Goo, his body springing from the stretch before he moved up onto their head. His body rippled from the shock and both gasped heavily while looking down. The sled itself had been launched hard enough to go flying, with quite some air time, before it landed in the snow far ahead with a sliding thud.
"Oh my canvas. Are you two alright?" Paintbrush worriedly panted as they finally caught up to the pair, a small shovel in their hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I think Bot is a bit stuck here." Goo replied, body still rippling and wobbling like a Jelly. "Can you move Bot?".
They slowly blinked, shifting their legs a bit. No movement.
"No. No, I can't." They responded, still processing what had just happened and dropping in height down to Paintbrush's eye level.
WHIZZ!!!
While Paintbrush was busy wedging snow out from around them, they looked at the horizon. The sun was almost fully set, making the skies look rather dark. The snowfall was increasing as their legs were finally unstuck and they clambered out of the snow, shrinking their height back down to what it normally was.
"You alright Bot?".
Bot merely nodded without a sound, holding the tall brush's hand while they walked toward the hotel. Goo wasn't here, so it was pretty apparent he'd gotten down, but they honestly couldn't think about that right now.
What they were thinking about as both of them trudged was what had happened. What they had felt and seen. Their mind whirred with thought about this whole "Festivities" thing that everyone seemed so excited about and it still didn't make much sense to them. Sure, snowball fights did look like fun and riding the sled was exciting, but it seemed like normal fun stuff. At best, it looked like the stuff they'd do in challenges back on ii.
The food might be a reason for such cheer and joy. After all, from where they were walking, the hotel kitchen windows flooded the air with different smells and a variety of smoke. So many people seemed really excited to eat the food. Hell, from what others had said, Lightbulb stuck firmly to her "job" as the taste tester and wouldn't let anyone else take that role from her.
But even then, everyone liked good food. That was something which they thought was always obvious.
So what was up really with this whole "Christmas" thing?
Best thing I've ever written, and only 14 people have even seen it
"Our project has been difficult, and the search quite costly. Energy-wise, we'd expect to clear out half the area we already have by now in the time span of... a year?.
But, all thanks to a nice battery of power we have to run our equipment....".
He smiled as lightning seemed to soar over his head. It was a streamlined bolt that missed him by inches, and following it was the sound of something being slammed into hard metal. The Director waved a hand, motioning for the camera to be turned.
And there he was. Metal rods under his arms and neck. A large copper brace spanned his chest and back, with small pronged claws reaching up into a poly fibre muzzle mask. His eyes were red and sore and his body was weak, forced to stand in front of a huge black tank coming out of which were wires connected to every machine within sight.
"...we can expect to cross the country in a week.".
Soul.
Violet sat straighter in horror and an odd sense of....disgust. Their hands gripped their knees as they watched, feeling irked and alarmed.
"You sure have an amazing kid under your wing, Tabi." The Director chuckled, stepping before the camera view. His smile was wide as the way he spoke rang alarm bells through Violet's ears.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
You aren't sure how much time passed.
For all you know, it could've been so long, the previous system had already left the radar’s map- you are obviously in deep space already. You are incredibly grateful for your ability to tell if you are under artificial gravity well, as you had not been aboard the ship before you went to sleep, and you are rather sure you are moving somewhere against your will or knowledge.
The place you are in currently is, after all, a cell.
THANK YOU @chipper-smol FOR HOSTING THE ARTBANG AND THAK YOU @spacetimegoddess FOR DOING THE ARTY HONOURS. RAAAHHH
