Satoru was having a pleasant dream. He was the slave a
lady vampire in some dark, musty dungeon filled with rusty torture
equipment. It was just the two of them. There was only the
flickering of torches to illuminate her chalk-white skin snugly
encased in a spiked dominatrix outfit.
*blinkblink*
Satoru screamed, but it was to no avail as the succubus
drew ever closer, pursing her lips for a kiss... Then he frowned as
her lips met his, feeling much too real to be just a dream. He
blinked and stared into a very familiar face, whose lips were just
now drawing away from his. "Good morning, big brother!"
WTF?!
"Nami!" Satoru shouted in red-faced rage at his very
strange, not to mention perverted, fourteen year old sister. "I told
you never do to that ever again!"
"I know, but you looked so cute lying there that I couldn't
help myself," Nami told him with a grin as she rocked back and
forth on her heels. She was dressed in a stylized sailor fuku that
looked like a school uniform redesigned for combat. "Is it my fault
that my own dear brother is the most handsome man in the world?
You are just too irresistible."
"What are you doing in my apartment so early in the
morning anyway?" Satoru asked as his anger level dropped down
to irritation, though he still felt mildly ill. Even though she had
been chasing after him since hitting puberty, he still didn't like his
own sister staring at him with lust in her eyes.
He also didn't bother to ask how she had gotten into the
apartment building, or passed the locked door of his apartment.
This wasn't the first time she had dropped in for a surprise visit,
though he hoped that she hadn't kicked in the door like last time.
...
...
...You've been watching Utena, haven't you?
"Early shoot for my TV show today," Nami explained as
she began doing cartwheels around his room, "and a full schedule
after school too. This was the only time I'd be able to see you
today, so I thought I'd better not miss this opportunity."
Nami ended her monologue with a roll onto his bed so that
she was sitting her in her brother's lap, her short dark hair thrown
back as she stuck her chest forward. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
*Hentai Nate pops up*
HN: WOW! Hey, babe, forget about him. I'm the one fo-*Geek Nate pops up and
slams him on the head with a Rooseveltian Big Stick*
GN: ENLIGHTENMENT!
HN: ooohhh... pretty stars...
"You're missing the point, Nami," Satoru told her as he felt
his anger begin to build again. "We're more than just blood
relatives. Do I have to explain inbreeding to you?"
"Who said anything about children?" Nami asked as she
Wow... A pervert with sense...
*When did I get two pillows?* Ken thought as he groggily
*powerdrool*
Catching a flash of her reflection in the mirror across the
room, Ayame curiously padded over to it. She examined herself
carefully, then blushed deeply to see how embarrassingly small the
shirt Natsume had leant her was, exposing a hint of pristine white
panties. It should have been no surprise since Natsume was a
shorter girl, but the angel-girl was glad no one had ever seen her in
public like this.
*stares with glazed eyes*
Noting her generally disheveled state, especially her hair,
Ayame was glad that even Natsume couldn't see her at the moment.
She took off the borrowed shirt, carefully folding it before setting
on the floor beside her. Then she blushed again, catching the sight
of herself standing there in only her underwear. She was glad that
she didn't use mirrors in Heaven; her face would be red for hours
each day.
*still staring, nose starts to bleed*
Fujiko turned, blinking in surprise. She hadn't even heard
him approach, the... incredibly handsome man who was staring
back at her with kind eyes and a slight smile on his lips. She
wasn't usually the type to be effected by men, knowing that even
the good looking ones could be creeps, but this guy was like
someone straight out of shojo manga. His pale bishonen features,
topped with slightly wild black hair, were supported by a slim
athletic frame which moved with an unconscious grace and beauty.
*Satoru.*
*blink* snrk.
"You must make it look like you are the one being
wronged. For you see... it is not by chance that I am telling you
this. My friend recently confessed to me that he has possessed...
certain feelings for you for some time now, but the shadow of his
girlfriend, constantly looming over him, has kept him from
confessing them to you."
snk.
*How romantic!* Fujiko thought with hearts in her eyes as
Satoru walked to the back of the convenience store. The only way
it could be better was if she already had her motorcycle. Then after
the evil ogre woman had been defeated, they could speed away to
their very first date.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Y'know, it'd be just perfect if they actually did end up together...
'nd I notice that Satoru would prefer just what Ken's getting.
When the blue-haired woman had lunged towards her,
Fujiko had been absolutely certain she was going to die. She had
been in motorcycle accidents before that had been only a few feet
away from serious injury or even death, but she had never felt that
same certainty as she had in looking into those red eyes. Even after
surviving somehow, she knew those eyes would haunt her dreams
for a long time to come.
...
That was when Kumiko had discovered she already had
someone else to run to, someone to comfort her when her normally
cheerful outlook seemed hollow. Now she realized that too was a
lie. He was only a slave; just a puppet who did what she wanted
because he hadn't any other choice.
Wordlessly, Kumiko fled, not even noticing Ken dragging
along behind her on the end of the chain that bound them together.
....
.....
...um, wow?
It's really striking that this sets one tone, then swerves 90 degrees at the
very end... and it works. Very well.
I [like].
Be well.
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Nathan Baxter, Grand High Emperor of the Lobsters.
Author, Bubblegum^5, El Hazard: The Continuing World
(Now, if you've heard of both of these, THEN I'll be
impressed.)
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Iqaqa laziqikaqika kwaze kwaqhawaka uqhoqhoqha.
The skunk rolled down and ruptured its larynx.
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