Reunited

It was an odd time for me; I had somehow lost my master in swordsmanship who happened to fall off the face of the earth, but I ended up finding a replacement who could teach me various types of magics. After becoming her pupil, she up and turned into a monster, therefore it was up to me to go back into the past and see about talking to her ancestors to get her back to normal. I had come home from training in the forests with my sensei in order to spend the day with my mom and get ready for heading to the past realm the next day. Due to the fact that I had been training a lot, I woke pretty late in the day which pushed back the breakfast in bed I promised my mom. It ended up being a lunch in bed, and we were able to talk about various things before she reminded me that I smelled as if I had been running around the forests for several days. With a modest chuckle, I proceeded to clean up and head to the shower, since I might as well take out for my day off. After my shower, I move into my room with a towel about my waist in order to get ready. By the time I got my shorts on, I heard a knock at the door. I didn’t know who it was, but if it were another Jenova’s witness, I would probably have to blast them away with a gust of smoke… really, who cared about the revival of someone named Sephiroth? I call out to my mom “got it” so that she wouldn’t be bothered with getting up while walking towards the door in a pair of unbuttoned khaki cargo shorts over my boxers and the towel hanging on my shoulders. Reaching the door, I pull on it, opening it up and seeing Akera. “Oh, hey,” I greet casually as I see my old childhood friend. I step back allowing her to enter as I inquire, “long time no see, what’s up?” After my question I kind of yell to the back to my mom that Akera was here. She yells back greeting “Akera-chan” from her room, beckoning the young lady to come see her. I would already be moving towards the living room which led to my mother room, allowing the door to close itself and Akera to show herself in. Since she was as good as family I didn’t feel the need for formalities. “Her hair’s even longer now, mom!”

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I lean propped against the doorway of my mother’s room with another space for her to see Akera. She would be sitting up in her bed with her sheets covering her body. Tea would be to her side and the television would be turned down. Mrs. Asakano would pull brush back her blonde locks, displaying a kind smile as her vision comes upon Akera. “I see,” she agrees, “it does look a little longer. It’s nice to see you again, Akera. You need to come around more often… and tell that Natsuki to come around more too, or else my son will lose interest in her.” The giggles with the teasing end. After Akera’s response, if any, my mom would give the simple request of closing her door for her. “Hai hai,” would come the response as I would pull it closed so that she could rest, leaving it to being just me and Akera in the living room. “We can hang out in my room,” I say walking that way, “sorry, I still haven’t gotten dressed for the day yet.” Crossing the distance from the living room to the bed room, I would enter into my room with Akera free to follow behind as I would inquire, “you’ve really been busy at that shop, haven’t you? You saving up for something, or something like that?”

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Entering the room, it would be a rectangular space with the long ways leading from the doorway to the ‘rear’ of the room that would host the window facing the outside. White curtain blinds would cover the window, slit enough for diagonally natural light to enter into the room. The main lighting would come from a ceiling fan, light combination above with my bed pressed against the wall to the right with my open closet to the left. In front of the bed would be where a dresser would be with my television on top of it. My computer and study desk would be on the same wall as the dresser and TV, but on the opposite side of the doorway. There would be random sports trophies about the room as well as a place for my sword, my black belt and various clothing scattered about the floor. Oddly, the room would be cleaner than I normally kept it. Moving towards the closet, I lean into it, reaching about for a tee shirt to put on. The bed would be clean enough to sit on as would the desk and chair. Under the bed would be… what most guys kept under the bed. I didn’t hide things as much since I knew my mom couldn’t ‘clean’ my room due to her condition. She rarely came into it as things were. A casual bottle of lotion was on the study desk to the side of the computer with a box of napkins.

“Oh, thanks,” I say in a reaction to the room comment. I didn’t think anything of it and kind of just say thanks because that was the appropriate response. To her question, I lean up as I hold a balled up shirt to my nose to give it the test to see if it were clean or dirty… it was dirty. Tossing it back into the closet, I say, “I’ve been doing a lot of specialized training.” I duck back into my closet as I continue, “I got a new sensei who’s teaching me stuff like how to warp. I’m getting pretty good at it. I lost one of my Sensei, but he’s crazy, so I’m sure he’s okay.” Finding another shirt I lean up and twist to her as I comment, “I guess this sounds weird to someone leading a pretty normal life again?”

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With my back to her, I frown slightly at her mention of how she had to learn magic. It was too bad that she had to learn in that manner, but I would make sure that would never happen again. She didn’t need to learn magic or train, since I would do it for the both of us.

Finding a winner, I pull the white tee shirt over my head, brushing out my hair with my hands before shaking my head both way s and pressing out the shirt with my hands. As she asks about Natsuki, I shrug as I zip up my pants fully and tie my belt, looking down with my chin in my chest. “Probably,” I say, “she doesn’t let me know stuff like that. I’ve been a while since I saw her, but I guess that’s normal with her.” After getting it fastened, I look over to her and comment, “probably since the last time I saw you… it’s been about that long.” Walking towards her with a grin, I tease, “why, you got a cute friend?” I chuckle off my joke; I knew that the moment I started joking like that would be the moment Natsuki would appear out of nowhere to drop kick me for playing like that.

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I chuckle lightly; that was a possibility. If there was one trademark of Natsuki, it was that she did have the tendency to come out of nowhere with odd powers and guns. Still, she was hitting at a tender spot since it had been so long since I had actually seen Natsuki. It may partially be my fault, since I had been away for so long, but my mother had never once mentioned that Natsuki had come by. I pretty much had a girlfriend in name and theory, but not the actual practice. Still, that was an issue I figured I had to deal with myself. In response to her cute enough question, I place my hand on her head and oblige, “hai hai, you’re plenty cute.” The petting hand comes from her head as its thumb juts to my chest as I speak, “of course anyone would miss their super awesome older brother, it’s your own fault for not coming by enough. I don’t really like that coffee shop all that much…” The last time I was there, I got in a fight with some cop guy that I didn’t care too much for, but that was another topic all together. “But if it’s for you,” I speak, “I’ll try to come around more.” It hadn’t dawned on me that we were in my room alone with my mother’s door closed with her probably asleep. Natsuki had aggressively pulled herself out of the friend zone by informing me that I was her boyfriend, but with Akera, I knew she probably wasn’t like that. I inquire while sitting next to her on the bed, “you don’t have a boyfriend or some guy I have to beat up, do you?”

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“No bed?” I murmur as I look up a bit densely as I nod, “that’s pretty bad… you could’ve slept here if you couldn’t afford a bed.” I knew that we were pretty close in age, only she was living on her own; I figured that it might be harder for girls to do such a thing. I nod, “but no boyfriend is good. I don’t think there’s a guy out there that’s good enough for you.” I was pretty sure up to this point that she was a virgin; I knew the basic details of what happened with Nova and the train wreck that might be awaiting a guy downstairs… but time healed all wounds, right? I coax, “plus all that stuff will come in due time. Aside from what happened… have you even ever kissed a guy before?”

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I chuckle lightly at the description of her kissing a guy. Originally I had planned to mock being upset and having to find the guy, but it was too cute for her to describe the process as being gross. In my mind, I thought that was good; she needed to continue to think that boys were gross. Of course, that was the over protective nature in my thoughts. Her words catch me slightly off guard as she asks about me teaching her. With a soft smile, I chuckle, “it’s not good to joke like that. If I was a normal guy, that would give me an opening to make a move on you. All guys are trying to get in your pants, so you have to guard yourself accordingly.” Thinking on it I continue in a murmur, “we’ll probably need to get you some mace or a small knife that’s good for stabbing close range too.” While speaking, my body leans to the side and my arms rest behind my head as I lay against my pillow. Looking at her, Akera wasn’t that bad of a girl; she had grown up since my distance memories of her. From the ends of her pink skirt, I could see some plumpness in her thighs and the white shirt gave a good profile of her shape. If she were anyone other than Akera, she would be hot, in a cute way.

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I chuckle lightly as she speaks about her time in PE paying little mind to the gesture as she pokes me in the stomach. I wondered if a gun would truly be better; if she couldn’t wield a knife her aim was probably so bad that it was backwards. At first I didn’t mind her laying on me since I wouldn’t think much of playing with a child or my kid sister, but in the middle of her playfulness, I feel her breast again my chest. It sends a sensation through my body that I wasn’t fully ready for, and on top of that, I found my hand had come to rest on her waist just at the top of her ass. I mentally scold my mind for the few seconds where it actually ‘goes there’ in its thoughts, but I’m not able to distract myself quickly enough before a bulge pushes softly against the portion of her leg that was between mine. It couldn’t be helped; it had been a while since Natsuki had been around and H games, magazines and the videos could only go so far. I wince lightly, almost as if she had rolled on me the wrong way, pushing off a slight moment of pleasure as pain. Attempting to play it off, I continue, “he should have kept his hands to himself… if you’re not careful you’re going to hurt me, you can crawl on me like when we were kids, you know.“

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The nipples through the shirt do not go unnoticed; I see them protruding out, which didn’t help the case of my hardening any. It was as if it were waking up and sleepily asking me if it were time to go. If I were to have a back and forth discourse with my member, I would be attempting to wave it away, telling it to shoo without it listening to me. Looking at the situation, I saw that she was lying on my pillow, in my bed with me and it seemed like there was a hint of flirting in her gaze. My face had been tainted by a partial blush as I look over her. The fact that I wanted to take back my statement was proof enough that I wanted her to be climbing on me. “Um…” I manage to get out, “it’s okay, I was just teasing…” Looking down, I notice the bulge at full staff with the cotton and khaki unable to hold it back. Quickly I lift up into a sitting position, with my side to her attempting to pull the covers as casually as possible over the length as I attempt to think of something to talk about. My mind went blank as my member continues to unconsciously ask me why I wanted to talk about anything. “Um… so…” I take a stab in the air for her to pick up a topic or something like that. Internally I tell myself, ‘get a hold of yourself Seiki!’

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“A nose bleed?” I chuckle nervously, “from what? Don’t be silly…” My voice was in denial to the tease since I figured she must obviously be joking. I look at the napkins that were tossed down, thinking it as yet another tease, and then my gaze lifts up to the lotion bottle. Nervously, my voice is mousey as I remark, “you’re… 100 years too early to… make my nose bleed…?” An eyebrow perks and I have a moment with myself. In the realm of my mind, I stand in front of myself in an open field shaking myself making the poignant argument, ‘what are you doing?! Take her now!’ I return to myself as I swiftly stand up and walk towards the open door as I simply squeak out, “TEA.” She was a guest, anyways. It was normal manners to bring out tea when a guest was present… even if she were like family… and also like a cute chick readily available in my bed room. Right? Though, with me running away like this, it almost seemed to me that this was turning into a game of cat and mouse, only I didn’t know if the cat really wanted to eat the mouse or just play with it.

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Making it out of my room and to the kitchen, I take a moment to compose myself. I find myself in front of the sink; I rest my hands on the counter while looking down at nothing in particular. I give myself enough time to take a deep breath as I murmur to myself, “it’s all good. There’s nothing to be freaked out about. You’re over thinking things and even if you weren’t… it’s not a bad thing…” I look up and bring my hands to the side of my face as I slap it slightly and nod, “right. Much better.” I proceed through the routine of preparing two cups on a tray, heating water and making tea. I bring what I make with me on the tray as I go back and into my room, noticing that she managed to clean up my bed a little bit. “Yo,” I return in my normal confident and cheerful tone. I sit the tea down on the table. As she speaks, I turn to her to give her my attention. I knew it was never good when a girl stated that she needed to talk. Listening to her almost brings me back to the mindset of just a few moments ago. I really wasn’t ready for when she told me I could kiss her. Things started to click in place to where even someone as dense as myself could get it. I thought along the line that she was okay with it, so it was fine. I hadn’t been imaging things; there was actually some chemistry there. I didn’t know what I should do; if I didn’t kiss her, she might feel rejected and if I did… I didn’t know what it could possibly lead into. I didn’t want to become like the men I warned her about. Without much thought, I came to the realization that I was already holding her. I found my hand holding onto her shoulders with her pulled towards me with my gaze down and into her eyes. It was like my body moved on autopilot while my brain was trying to access the situation. My body slowly moves towards hers as my head tilts and my eyes close in preparation to kiss her. Just before kissing her, I pause as if having caught myself for some reason; I hesitated there for that moment and almost pulled back.

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Her arms about my neck keep me from moving back, and soon my moment of hesitation is negated as I feel her lips on mine. This was something that I never would have thought to have happened; but realistically enough it was going on right now. The hands that had been holding her shoulders readjust as they slide down her body and wrap about her frame as she presses her body against mine. After the tug on my lip, my head tilts and I allow the kiss to deepen. Something within me craved the continuation of the kiss as I would not break it by this point. Officially ‘making out’ in my room, my right hand would lower and come to cover one of her ass cheeks as I felt it beneath her skirt. The other hand would rise up, sliding up her torso to her chest. My actions would prove responsive to hers as I would seem to share similar feelings as the ones I assumed she was having.

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There was a tapping sound in the background, which luckily enough, only I could hear; that was if I were paying attention to it. I allowed the kiss to linger as long as it could possibly last until she broke the kiss. Looking down at her, still in a heated mood, her words are almost voiceless to my ears. As any normal male, I would say anything and agree to anything so long as it concluded with my happy ending. I didn’t even have to know what the question was, the default answers were: ‘yes,’ ‘sure,’ ‘anything you say,’ and in extreme instances, ‘I love you.’ I would mindlessly utter whichever words it took in order to get her bent over my bed with her skirt lifted up. As a guy, I could worry about all the emotional stuff later and deal with those consequences them.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap….

Exhaling after the deep kiss, my lips begin to move immediately following ‘…no regrets’ but then my face goes deathly pale. My expression was one of horror as my mouth was hung, eye wide with my gaze past her, looking behind her. As previously mentioned my sword was in the room with us. What was not previously mentioned was that the spirit manifestation of my sword was an abusive and evil woman whom tortured me randomly for no reason (view based on Seiki’s dense/male translation) when in the presence of females whom I want to get it on with. As such, the slender, long white-haired swordswoman in European traditional clothing of green and silver, stands in her spiritual form with her arms crossed, red glowing orbs for eyes, with her hair flowing in the ominous and murderous aura that wafted about her frame. Due to the fact that her ‘sentience’ form was only strong enough for me to visually see, she would be virtually invisible to all others as her fist would skillfully pass through Akera, striking me in the face and thrusting me back and threw my room door, rolling to a stop somewhere in the living room.

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“Ugh…” I reel after being punched… in the face. ‘Fucking sword,’ is in my thoughts as I attempt to realize why I had been yet assaulted again. It seemed to only happen when I was getting friendly with another female. After this time, even someone as dense as I would wonder, ‘is my sword jealous of my relationships?’ Looking beyond Akera, I see Goronova fold her arms and look to the side with a ‘hmph’ before vanishing, the spirit reconnecting with the sword. Looking to Akera, I am late in realizing that there had been some type of misunderstanding. ‘Ah crap,’ spikes in my mind, ‘how do I explain something like this?’ I attempt, “huh? Run? No…” I look up and blink as I interpret, “understand?... eh? Misunderstan…ding?...” She moves to the door, and I was still slightly dazed and at a loss for words. Too slow on stopping her with no clue how to respond, I finally get out “I’m sorry!” too late. She had already left, and on top of that, the words didn’t really explain anything. “Crap,” I murmur after I am left alone on the floor of the living room, “Shit…” I sigh, bringing my hand to my head, rubbing it lightly in frustration; I was still horny. “Mou!” I tissy as I lay flat and kick my feet. I knew I would definitely have to explain myself to Akera clearly and soon. Still, I needed to figure out what I would be explaining and how.

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Exit RP.