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| [Graded][Arc] The Man From Neo Cortex; 3 of 4 | Poinsettia Portion | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 14 2016, 03:41 AM (1,490 Views) | |
| heiner777 | Jun 14 2016, 03:41 AM Post #1 |
"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Stripped down to his woolen undershirt and black shorts, Vento stood in an open field thick with fog and shivered, cold and terrified, as the mist that somehow seemed frozen yet vaporous at the same time crept towards him like a shadow of death. It did not take long for the haze to pool on his feet and soon bury him up to his waistline in grayish white, holding himself in preparation for the terror that was to come soon, or so he expected, as the thought of what horror waited for him beyond the fog remained a cold weight in his belly. He wanted to run, but there was no place to run to; he wanted to scream, but the defeaning silence drowned out his voice – every attempt to escape, be it literal of metaphorical, was foiled at every turn, leaving the raven-haired scholar to the mercy of whatever terror had decided to play with him at that moment. Trembling, the young man peered through the cracks in the fog for at least a sign of his assailant, but found only the whispers of the cursed dead amidst an ever-thickening blanket of grayish white that slowly turned into a menacing charcoal black. The dark spirits were closing up on him, encricling him like a pack of wolves upon a wounded deer, attracted to the leaking lifeblood that trickled down its wounds and the frantic beating of its living heart. He did not know what to do; there was no fire to save him this time, no hooded savior to swoop in and dispel the darkness. It was while he pondered on his fate did a familiar face appear before him, a discernible humanity evident in its features unlike when it had first appeared before and attacked him and Tsuna in the Lavender Woods. This time, however, the ghost appeared as he was when he was alive: a ruddy-haired youth with gaunt features masked by a full beard that covered his chin and arced over his lips. It seemed that this time he wanted something other than to drag him off to be part of his legion dead where he, despite no longer part of the living, still reigned as the undisputed king of the damned. Gradually, the fear in Vento’s heart dissipated and was replaced by uneasy amicability in the face of his former partner who could easily destroy him. “I need your help, boss,” pleaded Frederick Hylann, the previous animosity in his voice now purified. “I need you to come to Ranunculus right away; I need you.” Vento shook his head, confused. “I do not understand; first you want to kill me but now you want me to help you? How… how can I be sure this is not a trap?” “Because if I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already. Killing you off in your dreams while you sleep is trivially easy for Ghost Magic users, you know. Besides, that guy who helped you out, he somehow purified all the negative energies I had and turned me back into the way I was before,” he declared before he continued. “In any case, boss, I do not have much time. The people here, they are not what they seem to be – I killed myself hoping to keep them from taking my magic and making it into a weapon; I had to do it, I just had to. They are not people who can be trusted with!” Frederick’s revelation shocked Vento, now just realizing the dire implications of weaponizing Ghost Magic without sufficient preparation, and connected it as to one of the probable reasons why his superior wanted him to keep mum on the subject. If news leaked out that someone from Neo Cortex was involeved in the creation of such a destructive magical weapon, the organization’s ties would be put in jeopardy and its neutral alignment plunged into doubt as nations would vy for its support, bribing and blackmailing, and ultimately make a mockery of the men and women who worked solely for the advancement of magical science and arcane technology by using it as a political tool. Nevertheless, Vento wondered why the sense of urgency since Frederick already killed himself – the threat should have ended there. Seeing the doubt in his former boss’ eyes, Frederick beat Vento to the punch and answered his question without needing to be said. “Boss, they are trying to salvage magic from my body; I do not know how and I have no idea where they put it; they put up barriers here that prevent spirits from getting through or leaving – the whole town is a trap for souls. I already tried to contact Director Ross, but he ignored my request; please, Vento, you are the only one left I can turn to!” As soon as he finished his heartfelt request, the foggy world began to shift and crack, alarm evident in the other’s face. “Oh no, it is happening – you are starting to wake up. In any case boss, please, do not forget – help me out! Only you ca—” Vento woke up with such a start that he fell out of his hotel bed and landed face-first on the floor. Morning light lanced down upon the young man’s prone figure as if mocking his lethargy in the face of yet another beautiful day in Poinsettia. He grunted as he pulled himself up with his left hand, his right arm now a stump of healed flesh that was no better than a glorified lump on his body. Nevertheless, the scholar found the disability to not be of any hindrance to his work, for as long as he had a brain that can think, he can still be of use. It had already been a week since he and Tsuna finished exploring the Genie’s Lamp and the days he spent in the hotel room were now just him collating his findings of the ruins and lost technologies that made its ancient machinery work like new. He still could not believe how condescendingly easy it was to explore the ruins; they just waltzed in, expecting the worst, only to find out that the almost infinite number of traps seemed to bend to their will as if recognizing Tsuna and Vento’s worthiness. Other explorers, on the other hand, including those from Fairy Tail, desperately tried to match their casual yet brisk pace, but no one could take more than a few steps into the halls before being felled. In the end, stories of their exploits drew an even larger crowd to the Genie’s Lamp and the two became local celebrities in their own right. While Tsuna probably enjoyed her newfound fame, Vento was simply content with being able to continue his work unimpeded by unecessary complications more than he already had experienced. He even got his field researcher’s salary in the mail, along with compensation for his troubles, and even a bonus for his ‘exemplary’ achievement of completing the supposedly month-long assignment in just two days. However, Vento being Vento, he still could not forgive Tsuna for wasting his time; had she simply adhered to his words, they probably would have cleared the Genie’s Lamp in a single day, just as he had originally planned. He was one day over his expected time of completion because of her, and come to think of it, he had not punished her for her insubordination yet. In fact, speaking of Tsuna, where was she? He had been so engrossed in his work that he practically shut out any other existence other than himself for the past week. He did not know if the red-head still roomed with him, got a room for herself, or just left him out to seek out greener pastures. Well, whatever the case, he already gave her a share of the earnings as compensation for her services, as horrid and lackluster as they were. Wherever she went from thereon out was none of his business; he no longer needed her since he can finalize the assignment on his own at that point. With that thought in mind, the scholar let out a cat’s lazy yawn and headed to the bathroom for a quick trip to the toilet. Edited by heiner777, Jun 14 2016, 04:04 AM.
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| Mariko | Jun 14 2016, 06:04 AM Post #2 |
Phck.
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When the raven-haired scholar handed the heiress her pay for the services she had rendered, Vento made it clear that from that point forward he could already work on his own, her services were no longer needed. It was quite a weight to hear those words after all that had happened between the two of them, as if she was a dispensable tool, especially when right after he uttered those words he turned his back on her and sat on the chair in front of the study desk and began writing on the once pristine white sheets of paper. For a few days she had spent with him in the same room, yet it felt like she was alone. Not even her sighs, or chuckles, or the sound of her tapping feet made the young researcher look at her. He did not even chastise her directly for the noises she made, but rather the only proof of his disapproval was the clicking of his tongue. Vento was overly engrossed with books, maps, papers and his own thoughts that it seemed he was inside a protective capsule,cradled by the arms of knowledge away from the noises of humanity. "Maybe he really needed time on his own," Tsuna thought. On the fourth day, she told him she would rent out the room beside his, so in case he would be needing her it would be easy for him to call her, like it was not a bother to get out of that chair, take a few steps out of his own room and knock on her door. She still hoped that maybe, somehow, she would cross his mind and take back the feeling he had given her the moment he handed her pay ---- she was not inessential to his existence. However, even the temporary farewell did not snatch the scholar's attention. Hence, she made her way out of the room and took the one beside his. Even in separation, the girl did not stop reaching out to him. Every day thereafter, around 4:00 AM when Tsuna thought he was still asleep, with the spare room card that she had she would casually strut inside Vento's room and tend to his mess, which was not really a lot as he seemed to be a pretty neat guy, as even the room keepers could not enter his room --- he seemed not to hear the knocks. Tsuna bore the zealousness of a devout, replacing the empty water bottles with fresh ones, stocking up that portion beside the desk with food, switching his trash bin filled with crumbled paper and food wrappings so when he was up and started working he had a place to discard unwanted things while she wait for the room keeper to empty the other bin, checking his bathroom if it was still clean and if otherwise even if she was not adept in doing so she would painstakingly clean it, and then finally leave him at around 5:30 AM, of course still asleep. Even if he would never notice everything that she was doing, Tsuna would not give up especially now that his right arm was severed when he saved her. This was the least she could do. This was the least she could do for him who risked his life for her, for him who quickly gained a place in her life because if it not for him she would not have what she owned right now. Other than that, there was a weird reason why she was stuck in this hotel... like a mystery needed to be solved. During the time she was idle and not secretly tending to Vento's needs, she had been wanting to go back to heart of the city to enjoy the fruits of her labor. However, for some reason, whenever she thought of 'leaving Vento' or 'leaving this hotel' or anything synonymous thereto, her head full of vermilion locks would ache as if her skull was being cracked open. Her eyes would become as hot as magma along with the sensation that it was being gouged out, but as soon as she would discard the idea due to horrible pain she was experiencing, it would all vanish like nothing happened. There were four instances where she tried to brave the terrible headache, dragging her feet out of the hotel but as soon as she reached the door she would passed out, and thereafter would find herself in the hotel's clinic. Once could be just by accident. Twice could be a coincidence, but four times? Something was stopping her from leaving the raven-haired headache --- scholar rather. Hence, she just settled herself wandering inside the hotel. She had already memorized the different stores and restaurants housed in the ground floor, the prices of the drinks in the lacrima-powered vending machines, the names of the personnel and their schedules. She settled herself for the scant shops within and had herself a couple of new clothes. Maybe it was for her sake. With the news of their accomplishment spreading like wildfire in Poinsettia and nearby towns, it would not be best for her to wander on her own. This day was not any different from the other days that had passed. As rays of sun graced the windows, for mornings in Poinsettia was earlier than the usual, Tsuna went out of her own room clad in a white three-fourth sleeved chiffon top ornated with black flowers, which was tucked in a knee-length A-line black skirt, matched with a nude colored medium-heeled open-toe shoes. Her red hair, which she did not think was bad after all though she was still getting used to seeing herself in the mirror with this look, was tied into a lousy yet chic bun. On her right hand was a plastic bag full of goodies. Beside her was an empty trash bin. After closing the door and picked up what she needed to pick up, she quietly walked towards Vento's room and took out the card which served as a key. After a faint 'click', the girl carefully opened the door and once she got in promptly closed it in the same manner. "Wow, he's up early? You're not really going to give me time to do my job, huh," Tsuna thought after seeing the empty yet messy bed. With haste yet caution, Tsuna went ahead and brought out his ration of meals and snacks, water, energy drinks, coffee, and candies. She then proceeded switching the trash bins and carried it to where her next stop was --- by the window. Since he was awake, maybe it would not hurt if she would fully open the curtains as at that time light could only pass through the five-inch slit between two panels. Her delicate hands held on each and was about to pull it sideways to let the blessing of the morning enter the room, but she stopped herself. "I forgot, he said he works best when it's dark," a soft smile etched on her face, and then decided to adjust the curtain panels so light would not pass through it. Tsuna sighed and took the bin full of crumpled paper and turned, ready to leave Vento alone once more. ooc: let me know if i went beyond my bounds and if i have to edit anything. Tsuna's outfit, reference Edited by Mariko, Jun 14 2016, 06:14 AM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 14 2016, 10:04 AM Post #3 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Concluding his bathroom business just in time to catch Tsuna who was just about to leave, Vento exited the bathroom expecting to be greeted by the comfortable darkness of his room, only to be greeted by a seraphic beauty as soon as he had closed the door behind him. His contact lens-less eyes widened, unaccustomed to have such a beauty before him; her fiery hair was elegantly subdued into a bun while her lithe and graceful feminine form was clad in fine clothing fit as usual attire for the fashionable ladies of the city of dreams itself, from her floral-patterned chiffon top right down to her open-toed stiletto sandals that matched her skin color. Unbeknown to him due to his blurred vision, the angelic being who stood before him was none other than Tsuna herself. It took a while for Vento’s senses to return to their near-normal working conditions, but his fast-beating heart took longer to stabilize as he began to restrain himself and his sudden male urges, but was slowly failing to do so. From what his horrible eyesight could discern, it was the woman who brought him those snacks and cleaned up his room every single day for the past week, as evidenced by the freshly stocked rations and drinks, as well as the plastic filled with his garbage that she carried on her person. It was a wonder why such a dignified woman such as her would lower herself down to perform menial tasks for someone like him, and more importantly, the reason as to why such a woman was inside his room when he did not ask for any of the hotel’s services since he could clean up after himself and buy his own food from the in-house convenience store downstairs. Nevertheless, her presence was alien to him and he had no idea how to react, especially considering that while she was dressed to impress, he, on the other hand, was no more presentable than a disheveled hoodlum after the conclusion of a particularly vicious fight with a rival gang. Despite the utter confusion that Vento’s head experienced with the appearance of someone other than himself inside his room, his body was more than honest to show how he really felt at the exact moment his blurry eyes locked on to the figure he could only assume was a nymph from his dreams. As a result, Vento’s alcohol lamp burned wildly from the outside stimuli that overloaded his sensors with thousands of scripts of data a second; his jumbo pipette left mostly untouched for all his life proudly displayed behind its cloth covering and ready to dispense its stored liquid into a suitable test tube. However, defying its intended use as a consequence of being extracted by the presence of a foreign object in an otherwise sanitized experimental workplace, Vento subconsciously pressed the plunger and released the contents of his pipette’s holding chamber to instead spray out onto the fabric that covered its form, his face contorted into a driveling expression of sinful delight before, realizing his shame, caused the raven-haired scholar’s face to turn beet red out of extreme embarrassment in light of his terrible gaffe; an error made more apparent by the fact that his instrument, being pristine and well taken care of, still looked like it was ready to be used for more than one application of the scientific method. In haste, Vento stormed back inside the bathroom and locked himself in, his breaths ragged with genuine confusion from what had just transpired outside. His mind ran at one hundred miles a minute, his face a complex mix of rage, humiliation, and shock at how much the mere sight of a neat and properly-dressed woman had an effect on him. His knees trembled with every step as he struggled to crawl into the bathtub and turn on the cold water to douse the flames of his burner which had almost become an out of control blaze. The immorality of the sensations hit him like a sledgehammer as drops of cold water became pin-pricks that sunk into his skin in a desperate attempt to reel in the monster that had always been contained through rigorous discipline and ritualistic self-denial in favor of more erudite pursuits. It was like he was living out the heated passions of a male protagonist from one of his romance novels, but this time, he did not intend for it. There was just something in the sight of a beautiful woman all cleaned up and in stylish and proper attire that just turns Vento into a gibbering pile of mush. Usually he could control those urges when he reads his novels by stopping just before his yearning turn out into full-blown desire, but in this case, the character was not just words and phrases given form in his mind – she was the real deal, and she surpassed anything he had ever dreamed of, and quite possibly, could dream of. As the water continued to run, Vento’s urges again resurfaced just with the simple thought of the gorgeous woman still waiting outside. Once more, the scholar made the same mistake as before; his drenched visage twisted in unwanted ecstasy. If this was punishment from the heavens, they certainly knew where to strike as Vento, unable to comprehend the feelings he was experiencing, began to cry while his body contorted into a fetal position. Edited by heiner777, Jun 14 2016, 10:06 AM.
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| Mariko | Jun 14 2016, 12:06 PM Post #4 |
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Phck.
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With the pile of garbage within a container in one hand, the young lady turned to finally make her exit only to find the master of the room standing before her. In the dimness of the room she could see the crimson eyes that was distinctly his fixated at her image. Despite the scarcity of light to clearly see anything, Tsuna was able to figure out that 'high and mighty' Vento Aureo, who was known for his demeanor of elegance, precision and perfection, was in a rather scruffy attire, the opposite of the image he was exuding outside the comforts of this room. However, she did not mind. To be honest, she did not mind anything at that moment because her head was struggling to find the right words to say, if not an alibi. If only fear or the need for alibi had not overcame her head first, she would had have the opportunity to enjoy the rawness of the picture before her. Now that she was caught red-handed, young lady was expecting the raven-haired scholar to utter his annoyance with this trespass she had been doing these past few days. She was expecting something similar to 'You're really an idiot,' or 'What a pain you are'. Tsuna gulped, not knowing how to explain everything but preparing for the rage that was to come. Seconds turned into minutes, but she heard nothing. There was only silence between the two of them. It was unknown to the red-haired heiress that an internal turmoil was being experienced by the researcher. She was unaware of the confusion brought by her decision to revert to her usual and original persona, at least in her choice of clothing. She had no idea that the prim and proper look, which she had been sporting for the past three days and was only noticed at that moment, had caused the fires of desire to ablaze. All the heiress was seeing from her position was Vento shifting his expression from shock to undeniable pleasure then to embarrassment that turned the hues on his visage to red. Before the girl could ask a question, Vento suddenly went back into the confines of the bathroom, a loud 'click' to announce that the door was locked resonated the whole room. "Is he constipated?" Tsuna asked herself. "Darn it Tsuna, you should have brought some medicines." Worry was evident on her face as she strode towards the door. When the young lady was about to knock, the sound of the shower caught her ears. "Oh, he's taking a shower." Making the said conclusion she withdrew the action and went by the built-in oaken closet to get him some fresh towel. Then, she hung it by the door knob of the bathroom. "It wouldn't be appropriate if I would stay here and he comes out naked, right?" but exactly after those thoughts, mental images of the unclothed Vento flashed her mind --- his matte hair tamed due to its dampness, the beads of water glistening on his pale skin, his lean body that exhibited the lightly chiseled masculature which was a total eye candy, and that part which should only be left to the imagination. Then, in his nakedness he would be spoiling her the same way he spoiled her that night under the shadows back in Lavender Forest. Feeling the increase in temperature around her --- or was it just her --- Tsuna blushed upon realizing the lewdness of her thoughts, slapping her cheeks to regain her senses. "Stop that Tsuna. You're just proving that Vento's assumption that blondes have high sexual drive is correct. Wait I'm not blonde anymore." She waited for a couple of minutes before finally deciding to just leave a note for him. Picking up a pen and a clean sheet of paper, Tsuna began writing in cursive. Her penmanship resembled to a work of art. There was an obvious control and precision in every stroke, yet it did not look that way but instead it flowed seamlessly like silk. The loops were even and perfect. Everything that was capped were on same height, and everything in lower case was on the same height. The spaces in between words appeared to be precisely measured. It was as elegant as her current form... the elegance that could not deny her stature in the society... the elegance that had brought back a huge amount of her confidence that was once lost when she assumed her brother's identity. Dear Vento, You haven't left your room since the night you've arrived, and it troubles me. There is a newly opened restaurant downstairs. It opens at 5AM. Please have breakfast with me. I'll be waiting in my room. If you have forgotten where, it is just beside yours, to the right. She invited him for breakfast, and would apologize for trespassing once they were having their meal. Thereafter, Tsuna left. Edited by Mariko, Jun 14 2016, 12:28 PM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 14 2016, 04:22 PM Post #5 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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After almost an hour inside the bathroom tending to his dazed psyche, the raven-haired field researcher finally emerged from the bathroom after having taken a bath straight after he had cried himself to satisfaction, his fear of his own primal emotions bubbling up to destroy the way of life he had meticulously built staved off, at least for the moment. He squeezed his wet clothes of their soppiness and hung them out to dry before walking out into his room in full nakedness. Just as he closed the door behind him, after he finished drying himself off with a conveniently-placed towel, he noticed a small note directed to him – probably from Tsuna, as he correctly assumed since the note had no name to attribute to its author – that expressed worry for him and her desire to have breakfast with him downstairs. Vento snorted, crumpled the paper, and threw it into the now-empty trash bin, seeing the needlessly chic cursive handwriting that was so flawless that it seemed to have been done on a printing press as evidence of an insight into the identity of the blurry angel inside his room. He should have known it was her since she was the only one stupid enough to do such needlessly thoughtful acts without being asked. The problem, however, was that in that realization, it also came with the bitter admission of the one dangerous thought he had nurtured and locked away in the back of his mind and thought – hoped – he had never be forced to consider— —that Tsuna Kushinada, the jilted heiress of the Kushinada household, was stunningly beautiful; and was even more so when she cleaned up nicely. The mere thought of affirming it to himself sent a cringe throughout his whole body, unable to even consider that idiot of an assistant to even be on par with those classy, intelligent, and stylish female leads which the male protagonists in his books fall for and woo. Tsuna did not have a degree in theoretical physics nor was she a brilliant police detective hounding a culprit in a series of elaborate serial murders orchestrated by a religious cult. Neither was she a femme fatale who worked for an international criminal organization as a hired thief and she definitely did not even qualify as the protagonist’s doting and skilled secretary who harbored a secret affection towards her boss. Shaking the thoughts from his head, the scholar retreated back into the comforting darkness of his room once more, illuminated solely by the study lamp that shone like a beacon of light in a world of darkness, and lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling to ponder his thoughts. It was simply absurd – the mere thought of looking at Tsuna as more than just a convenient tool was illogical; sure she looked good – great, actually – and that when he allowed himself to explore her body as a lover would he experienced roughly the same sensation he would from reading his romance novels, in the end, he could not see someone like her be attracted to someone like him. In fact, if there was one thing he would admit, it was that he did not even have enough experience with women in real life to spot the subtle hints of affection and he would be stupid to assume without any kind of solid proof on the matter. That was not the scientific way. She is just being nice, he thought to himself. Even if it was her who entered my room just so she can tend to my needs day after day, it did not mean anything. An imbecile with a martyrdom complex like her is just feeling indebted because she thinks that she is responsible for the loss of my arm. You are an idiot to even think of it, so just do yourself a favor and stop. As he did with the beautifully-written note, the young man junked such baseless musings and checked on the lacrima-powered alarm clock he had by his bedside which told him that it was already ‘5:20 AM’ in the morning. Sorting out his own confusing and unwanted feelings inside the bathroom and taking a bath afterwards took longer than he expected. Well, whatever the case, he figured that he might as well go down and have a proper breakfast for once as the research papers were already nearing completing anyway. Tagging along with Tsuna was just a formality since it was she who invited him out in the first place. Besides, treating her to breakfast was the least he could do to repay her for her out-of-contract services, as unnecessary as they may be in his eyes. A knock rapped on Tsuna’s room to indicate that he accepted the offer and was now awaiting the red-head outside of her rented room. He wore his usual style, albeit with a more casual look in the form of a slightly form-fitting red shirt with a laughing light bulb caricature with a ‘Bright Idea’ speech bubble on top of it printed on the front and blue jeans that complimented his tatami flip-flops, helping Vento exude the ‘chill guy’ look as he had no reason to dress in his usual semi-smart-casual ensemble as the two of them were just eating downstairs before each retreated back to their own plans for the day. Besides, if anything, the young man seldom wore his casual attire more than his work attire. “Sorry for being late,” he apologized through the door. “If you want, I can go on ahead and reserve a table for us.” He waited for a reply from the other side of the door. Should he not hear any, he would go down to the hotel lobby, ask for the newly-opened restaurant she had mentioned in her note, and go there himself while he waited for her. In fact, with him being late and all, all reason pointed that maybe it was she who had gone on ahead of him. Edited by heiner777, Jun 14 2016, 04:35 PM.
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| Mariko | Jun 14 2016, 06:39 PM Post #6 |
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While the room Tsuna occupied had the same interiors and furnitures as Vento's, there was a couple of striking differences between the two --- first, instead of a study, the boudoir had a vanity table with a huge round mirror. And second, when his remained in darkness despite the presence of the sun, hers allowed light to pass through freely as the curtain panels were on each side of the opened glass window. It was easier to move around since the view was not obstructed by a dark overcast. The breeze from the outside had the drapery make subtle waves before caressing the woman's soft skin. The red head was sitting in front of the ivory-painted dressing table where a number of lotions, perfumes and other vanities were lined up after having her hands cleaned, looking at the mirror trying to accustom herself with the new hues of her orbs and locks. There was not a single day after that incident that she did not do this. The striking similarity she had with her brother was somehow gone, and it was bitter-sweet for her: now whenever she looked at the mirror the man whom she grew up with could never be seen, as if fate had its way to severe her ties with him. However, at least now it would be quite a task for anyone from the mage guild who attacked them that night to recognize her unless everyone would know her real name. She did not need to wear the binders. She did not have to wear the oversized shirts. It can be quite a redemption, but in the same time a bitter farewell... which if she would be overly sentimental, was hard to accept. "At least you're still pretty," Tsuna smiled at the mirror, the words that escaped her lips were meant as a joke to lighten up her mood which was made gloomy by the realization of the implications of her change in appearance. Thereafter, she picked up a fancy peach spray bottle. Taking off its transparent cap, the girl misted herself with the precious perfume that opened up with the scent of blackcurrant and pear until it subtly transitions to orange blossom, irish and jasmine until after sometime finally revealing the base notes of praline, patchouli and vanilla. She inhaled as much as she can until her head had gotten filled with its mesmerizing fragrance. "Aaah~ I have to admit I do miss being rich and spoiled, at least I get a piece of it for the mean time." Her stint with Vento was the highest-paying one so far. She had to thank him because she was able to spoil herself a little after all the hardwork these past few months and the life-threatening stunts the two of them did a week ago. At the thought of the exploration of the Genie's Lamp with the scholar, Tsuna was suddenly reminded how the man acted in front of her just earlier. She was not convinced it was constipation that made him change his facial expressions that quickly and retreat to the bathroom even if he just emerged out of it. In fact, when was the last time other than earlier that he let his emotions show on his visage? Well, yeah fear when that Ghost Magic user invaded the silence of the night in Lavender Forest... but looking back those times were scarce. Something must be up. The lady propped her chin on her palm while thinking, but as usual her head could not give her answers. Assessing situations was her weakness, even if she could assess her own feelings quite well, though not all the time. "I just hope he isn't upset. I hope he accepts the invitation." The girl in the mirror showed her how she looked like upon suddenly thinking of the raven-haired scholar: smile faded, lips being chewed as brows were knitted due to worry. "Seriously Tsuna, it's been a week and a day or two, and you haven't figured out why you worry so much of him. Was it really friendship, or because he did things similar to what Daiki would do, or because you owe him your life? Or... something else?" At that instance a memory from last night resurfaced from her depths of her mind. She was buying snacks and drinks for Vento in the in-house convenience store and happened to have a light chat with the night-shift cashier, a woman about six years older than her with emerald green eyes and sporting a pixie-cut pecan-colored hair. The cashier mentioned she had noticed that Tsuna would nightly buy a lot of items when she seemed to be alone, there the young heiress told her what she had been doing. "Seems like you like him," the cashier said while hitting the keys of the cash register. Tsuna replied with a raised brow, "That's quite judgmental of you. If you only know how for five minutes he's thoughtful and sweet and then the next five and beyond he wanted to send my whole existence to outer space... it's confusing but that makes him ... him. Unique." "See how you describe him! You wouldn't go this far if you don't." "Ah we're just friends. Don't friends do that to each other?" "Not really. Well, personally I would just raise my middle finger and yell, 'if you guys wanna die in hunger I'm giving no fucks.'" After a blur, another recollection sprouted out of her brain, this time of the horror in Lavender Forest. With her eyes closed back then and lips moving to please each other to counter the fear being sown to their heads by the specter of Vento's previous assistant, it talked to her and his opening words were 'How is it, being serviced by the guy you like, little princess~?' "Wow, am I really this dumb? The ghost knew better than me. All I know is he's special and that. Fancying him? Uhm..." Sure he was a totally gorgeous young man especially in his smart casual attire, intelligent beyond words, and composed... but because of the qualities he had that was never hers, it would be impossible for someone like him to be attracted with someone like her. Even if she did like him, society demanded that women should not be the first to make 'the move' as it was believed to be a major turn off. If she was indeed into him, it would definitely fall under those tragic one-sided love stories. "Too much thinking for this morning," Tsuna sighed and stood from her seat. From the mirror she checked if her ensemble was still appealing to the eyes and the answer she got was a resounding YES. Thereafter, she heard someone knocking at the door. “Sorry for being late. If you want, I can go on ahead and reserve a table for us.” "I'm coming," the lady took her black leather clutchbag which sat on the bed that housed her new handheld communications lacrima was, along with her wallet and a few other important items. She promptly opened the door, the scent of the perfume she had sprayed onto herself would greet the man 'good morning'. "Finally you stormed out of your prison," Tsuna said with a warm smile as she step out and closed the door. Seeing how he sported in a casual attire which was composed of a red shirt with an amusing caricature, jeans, and tatami footwear, Tsuna felt she was overdressed as she was still donning the same outfit she had when the girl sneaked in Vento's room. "Let's go?" Without waiting for any answer, the woman walked the hallways poised. Her hips gracefully swayed in her every step, the skirt was making her movements more pleasant to the eyes. Her heels echoed demanding to be noticed and exuding a sense of power that hid the frailty of her mind. To those who met her as the girl who assumed her brother's personality, it would be quite a shock as this seemed to be a different Tsuna... but in reality, this was really Tsuna, the heiress of the Kushinada business empire: dressed to kill yet had a heart of a child. And still prone to lying. Every early morning risers that lounged by the halls and then to the ground level of the hotel would look at her: men with admiration, women with envy. "Good morning, Ms. Mead." "Stunning as usual, Ms. Mead." "You look brighter than the sun, Ms. Mead." "Have a pleasant day ahead of you, Ms. Mead." "Let's hang out sometime, Ms. Mead." "Good morning Ms. ---- oooh, so you have him with you already. Good morning, Ms. Mead!" Everyone seemed to know Tsuna, but in a false name which she used during her stay in the hotel: Emily Mead. And to all of these greetings, the woman only gave a smile. Soon the two would reach the restaurant which was located three 'stores' away from the buffet one where Tsuna and Vento had their first feast. Edited by Mariko, Jun 14 2016, 07:14 PM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 15 2016, 02:00 AM Post #7 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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If a cleaned-up, dress-wearing Tsuna looked stunning to Vento when he had not put on his contact lenses yet, the sight of Tsuna with them on absolutely left the raven-haired researcher speechless. His body reacted to the stimulus with more intensity than before, the clarity of the sight only amplifying the raw and prurient sensations he felt rush to every fiber of his being, threatening to overload them as they had before. It was for that reason why the scholar had to resort to drastic measures to rein in his desires. The tightness of his blue jeans was not only for style, but it primarily served to hide another early riser from view; a relatively painful measure since it forced a proud being to kneel, but it was worth it if only to hide the shameful evidence of his arousal from anyone else, especially Tsuna’s. Nevertheless, the situation forced Vento to change his walking habit to alleviate a small amount of pain from his subjugation as from his usual straight-back militaristic gait, it was now that of a lazy slouch that hunched over with his remaining hand in his pocket while he walked several steps behind the elegant beauty Tsuna had become. Being led around by Tsuna in this way was certainly a new experience for the young man, but he ultimately did not mind since he had the best view in the house of her immaculate form while she walked. The lady’s stride seemed overly sensual as if mocking him to take her then and there, while the perfume she wore, mixed with her sweet natural scent, was an irresistible aroma of pure lust that appealed to Vento’s baser animal instincts. He averted his gaze quite a few times to try and stave off his rising libido, but he just could not help but become helplessly fixated upon Tsuna. As they continued walking to the restaurant where they were supposed to have breakfast in, Vento could see eyes filled with longing, jealousy, and even shame from the myriad of the other hotel guests and bystanders when the two of them passed by. It was no surprise that it was because of Tsuna’s presence that such stares were given; her present form not only required attention, it demanded it, and nobody – not even Vento – dared to rebel against that edict. In light of that, for the first time in a very long while, the young man felt shame for his choice of clothing, and was only compounded by his recent disability. He pondered upon whether or not he even deserved to walk behind such a beautiful young woman, let alone be in the same room as her. After enduring that short walk that seemed to last forever due to his newfound uneasiness to be with Tsuna – at least while she was actually wearing something decent and presentable – the raven-haired researcher found himself sitting inside a rustic-style restaurant with the ambience of a simple countryside ‘mom n’ pop’ diners like the ones he frequents back in Clover Town. In extension, it reminded him of his second home, a 3SLDK apartment which his master bought for him as his primary living quarters. While it was much smaller compared to their tree-home, he did not understand why he was given such an unnecessarily large living space when he would just be living alone. Eventually, such concerns became moot since he became a field researcher and spent most of his time travelling from one place to another. Come to think of it, he had never really used that space more than once or twice a month before being shipped off to somewhere. Thoughts of nostalgia were set aside when Tsuna herself was directed to seat directly in front of him, his senses becoming almost superhumanly sensitive to the inevitable passing of a veritable goddess and grace his sight in a place where he could not obviate from the fact which he tried so hard to suppress since the evidence to the contrary was literally an arm’s-length away. He thought his normal approach would be easy and he could ignore it as easily as he looked past it when she wore her usual casual attire. However, when she was dressed as like one of the heroines he admired from his myriad collection of stories, there was just no way he could resist her allure without going to relative extremes to do so. He did not bother to notice Tsuna when she would pass by; the smell of her honey-scent was already his first indication that she was there. Vento bit his lip and clenched his fists, like a child trying to hide his infatuation towards his childhood crush. The scholar knew that his actions, by his standards, were uncoordinated and sloppy; and yet since he had no idea how to deal with this, he was at a loss. He did not have any goal to distract him from Tsuna’s graceful and dignified beauty; it was just him and her, eating breakfast outside of work like two co-workers out on a date. No, who was he fooling, it was a date; and Tsuna – whether she knew it or not – had him by the balls because of her sudden and unexpected transformation from a good-looking tomboy to a princess in all sense of the word. Edited by heiner777, Jun 15 2016, 02:13 AM.
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| Mariko | Jun 15 2016, 04:55 AM Post #8 |
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Phck.
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Tsuna was chipper than all of the days this past week combined which was fairly noticeable with how her visage glowed. She managed to lure Vento out of his man cave and now they would be eating breakfast together. It had been a while since they shared a meal, and she would be committing another sin if the fair maiden would deny that she missed those times when they were shamelessly dining with each other in a posh restaurant, even when the first time they did it was an utter headache. Actually, she kind of missed him... maybe. During the times he was in seclusion the girl was looking for his arctic mien. Every night at least once she would dream of him chastising her and telling her how much of an imbecile she was, or he would be patting her head while chanting 'good girl' like she was his favorite pet. But Tsuna had to admit, it was all the weird things. She did not care if in the eyes of a normal person no one in their right mind would miss such demeaning traits, and that would instantly qualify her as 'not normal'. With the natural light that made the whole ambience cozier, Tsuna could finally clearly see Vento who was seated in front of her while she was sitting like a queen regnant in her own little spot. His raven hair cascaded over his vermillion orbs, only to be given a dramatic effect by the soft light. Tsuna looked past his disability, as to her eyes the sight of him having no right arm did not mar his charming image, but only made him a more interesting 'subject'. However, there was something she could not shrug off and that was how his current actions were screaming uneasiness. The composure he once wore was gone, and from a glance it seemed that something was bothering the scholar. "Are you okay? You seem to be uneasy," Tsuna asked, brows knitted once more, as a waiter handed them their menu. Tsuna still assumed that the scholar was suffering from constipation, hence the continuation of her utterance, "Do you want me to buy you some medicines later?" The heiress would wait for his answer before flipping through the pages of the thick book made up of PVC plastics. It took her time to choose what to eat, as she kept on shifting her attention from the list to the man in front of her. The waiter found it adorable though that he tried his best to hide a smile. After giving their respective food orders, the girl attempted to weave the right words inside her head hoping that she would not offend Vento. She had no idea if for the scholar the trespass similar to what she did would be a big deal. After what seemed to be an eternity of silence, the girl gave a soft smile and started to speak, "I... I apologize for sneaking in your room, and for doing that these past few days. Yeah, I was the one bringing you food and drinks, and I'm... the one emptying your trash bin every day. Sometimes I would clean the bathroom even if I'm not... really... good at that. We had maids before who would do those kind of jobs so... I'm not really sure if I did it right!" she chuckled, and then went back to a serious tone, "I was just worried... you are so engrossed with your work I'm scared you'd be neglecting your needs. I know, you're going to tell me I'm an idiot for doing all those work beyond our contract but... it can't be helped." Right after she paused, the first of their orders were served, which was their drinks. Tsuna was given a tall glass of cherry berry smoothie, as she preferred something cold to start her day. She would prefer juices and smoothies over coffee and tea, but it did not mean she would not or could not take the latter at any other time of the day. Then as if the seals were ripped off, Tsuna started to bombard him with questions as she could not control her mouth. "How are you? How's your work? Is it going to be through soon? Were you sleeping soundly at night? Why don't you take a break even just for today, or half of the day today? You know you can really count on me if something's bothering you because... uhm well... we are..." ... except for the last word. She wasn't sure where to put him in her circle. "... friends." Saying that word sent a huge boulder that crushed her chest, but it could not be seen as she ended her series of queries with a warm alluring beam. Edited by Mariko, Jun 15 2016, 05:10 AM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 15 2016, 09:10 AM Post #9 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Vento seethed inside, drawing upon all his book-learned methods of self-discipline to remain outwardly calm in the presence of the hungering beast that craved the red-haired heiress' supple flesh. It seemed like every time he as much as thought of her this time, a chain of control that contained the rabid, animalistic urges he locked deep within himself broke while even more corroded with alarming frequency. Steadily he was marching off into uncharted territories and he was scared of what he might do once his sense of self snapped and Vento – no longer able to confine his pent up longing – would fall upon Tsuna like a predator would to its prey. The arrival of another person did not help to restrain the scholar’s diminishing resolve, and if anything, it seemed that he actually found their little ‘interplay’ amusing as if he was reliving his own youth through them. Tsuna’s incessant glances likewise worsened his erratic state as her azure eyes that displayed concern were twisted by Vento’s jumbled mind as lusty gazes while her inquiries interpreted as more of a means to tease him than an actual expression of just how much she was concerned for the young man who dined with her. Unable to think clearly, the researcher simply ordered the first viands he laid eyes upon – scrambled eggs with baked salmon flakes and onions, with a tall glass of mango juice on the side – and hastily returned the menu to the attendant. Thereafter, he resumed his uphill battle against his own base desires, which admittedly, he was slowly losing to. He tried to keep up a civil façade, but in truth, he could not count how many times he had already violated Tsuna in his mind; hard, fast, over and over again, even when she screamed for mercy that would not come in the face of the ferocity of carnal passion. It was the first time Vento had actually come to appreciate Tsuna’s feminine form in all its glory since he had met her, the other times he had more important thoughts or did so only as a means to protect himself from the frightening reality of being assaulted by a phantom whose terror was beyond comprehension. Now free of any distractions that would otherwise impair his assessment, he saw the nearly divine proportions of the ravishing young lady before her – clearly a breed above most other women and of obviously high-class pedigree. Even the time she spent living in the streets did not have any effect on her at all; it was a miracle she was not forced upon by any miscreant with less than charitable intentions. Again, Vento was snapped back to reality with her voice after a long period of silence. This time she apologized for invading his privacy instead of positing one question after the other, even going so far as admitting that it was she who blessed his dark room with radiance earlier that morning. She thereafter explained of how worried she was about him because of how concentrated he was on finishing his research, vehemently pushing the fact of him berating her for her deeds as if assured of its happening when, in truth, doing such was the farthest thing from his mind as of the moment. Finally, she finished off by saying how her deeds ‘cannot be helped’, although by such context, Vento had no idea how to take it since his unfocused mindset interpreted everything as being laced with innuendoes viewed in a lascivious light. When their orders arrived, the young man found a small bit of solace from his prurient thoughts in his glass of mango juice as he allowed the sweet taste of the fruit to come into his mouth and delight his taste buds due to the frenzy of other small flavors the juice had mixed in rather than it being just a pure mango shake. Everything seemed to be going well until, once again, Tsuna broke the silence between them and inquired of him and his progress, as well as stating that he could count on her because they were ‘friends’. Friends – the word itself failed to describe their complex relationship with definite certainty. Tsuna was no more than a tool for him – a beautiful and gorgeous tool, whom he valued solely for her saving graces, but still a tool nonetheless. At the same time, he had to admit that there were instances where he really did care about the woman’s well-being, such as when he became enraged and highly disappointed in her when she instead used her wish that could have allowed her to fix her life for his sake. In any case, it was much too early to decide and label their association since they have not nearly known each other as much to be able to say with definite certainty. Nevertheless, if she had the gall to say that he could count on her if something was bothering him, he would have to put that statement under the microscope to see if his hypothesis would remain as such or would become a solid theory. “There is nothing ‘friendly’ about what I think of you right now…,” he started with an uncomfortable sigh, hissing in annoyance at just how smooth that statement came out. He mentally smacked himself on the head for his callous reply, but decided to just stick with the tone to save face. He continued with slight agitation in his tone as it became more confrontational. “You want to know what is bothering me, fine. Look at you – you are the most beautiful thing here in this room and I cannot keep my eyes off of you. Ever since this morning when I first saw you, I ‘spilled my juice’ twice and my head has been in knots and tangles, unable to think straight ever since,” he said. “When you were wearing casual clothes, it was fine; I could ignore it. Now that you look like that, it is impossible to overlook the fact that you are stunningly gorgeous – and I hate it. Looking at you now confuses me so much and I hate it.” Grit teeth gnashed in frustration and a single fist closed up in anger, unable to understand what he was even saying right now. It took a while before he spoke again, angry yet blushing over the next piece of information he decided to share. “And you know what else?” he asked in rhetoric, “Large amounts of blood have been constantly rushing to the wrong head over and over again, so much that it feels like my friend Jimmy Johnson is doing sit-ups despite it being already painful. You know how that feels, huh? Every time I look at you, the dang boy-scout tries to pitch a tent in my pants, gets injured, but tries again anyway. Let me tell you, IT DOES NOT FEEL PLEASANT AT ALL.” Fuming in restrained anger yet feeling relieved of his tension, Vento sighed in contentment and took a large sip of his beverage as a reward for his candid honesty. “Dang, it feels good to get that off my chest.” Edited by heiner777, Jun 15 2016, 09:18 AM.
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| Mariko | Jun 15 2016, 12:02 PM Post #10 |
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Phck.
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“There is nothing ‘friendly’ about what I think of you right now…” Tsuna parted her full coral lips from the straw of her smoothie, surprise spilling on her glossy azure orbs as they were fixated on the every movement of his lips. Vento revealed that what bothered him was the heiress herself. He proclaimed his issues with agitation, but it was also subconsciously laced with praises and adoration to her physique which she thought he would never hear from him. Her current appearance had caused his titan-strong mental faculties to go on a haywire, and to top it all of his body was reacting to her presence in a way that it reminded Vento that he was still a man with urges, and apparently, uncontrollable. Tsuna's mouth fell ajar. She had no idea that the simple fashion reversion would have this much impact on the field researcher. She did not mean to cause him these troubles, she merely wanted to re-experience being herself after spending months acting like a tomboy. Along with the shock, the girl felt a little embarrassed especially when her head started to draw images based on the raven haired scholar's description of his struggle... further realizing that all this time he wasn't constipated but was just managing the rebellion within him. Once she had fully absorbed the overload of information Vento squeezed in her brain the heiress pulled her head down a bit and sipped on her drink once more, a soft blush visible on the apples of her cheek. "Uhm," the girl tried her best not to giggle, but it was not to ridicule him but rather she found the relief to end his statement... amusing. "I'm sorry if I cause you this much inconvenience. Back in the mansion one of my walk-in closets was full of clothes that were even finer than these and... I just kind of missed it since I have been looking like a boy for some time. So when you gave me my pay I ended up buying clothes ... like these, among other things," Tsuna explained while the assigned server for them finally arrived with their orders: for him, scrambled eggs with baked salmon flakes and onions and for her, eggs benedict and a relatively small serving of arugula and fennel salad in lemon vinaigrette. "The problem is," she continued, "even if I want to wear the 'usual casual' attire you're telling me so you can function properly, sadly I cannot. We lost my jacket back in the woods, my white shirt was heavily stained with blood and is far from being salvaged, and my pants had nasty rips. The same outfit in the in-house clothing stores don't seem to have sizes for smaller frames like I have. If you're going to tell me why I won't just go back to the city to buy one before showing up in front of you..." the girl paused for a moment, trying to figure out if he would dismiss the claim he was about to hear as it was absurd... "I can't. For some weird reason, whenever I think of leaving you behind in this hotel I get massive headache and my eyes burn like hell until the idea vanishes my head. I passed out four times in front of the hotel when I tried to ignore the pain, so I just give up. Sometimes I want to think a certain force prevents me from running away like what happened in Genie's Lamp." The heiress sighed, "maybe I could freely go out of this place if you'll accompany me to the city... that or let me savor my moment while you enjoy the view as your friend Jimmy Johnson keeps on doing some more sit ups. He can even do zumba if he wants." As soon as she finished, the servant placed a cup of hot latte on their table. The young lady raised her brow and cocked her head, "This isn't ours." He said it was being given by a man five tables away from them. When the maiden tried to locate it, she found a middle-aged man in a business suit with a pompadour hairstyle smiling and waving at her. The red head bit the insides of her cheek as she turn once more to the attendant with a forced smile, "Please return it to him. Express my gratitude but I cannot accept it as I can pay for my own coffee, and even if I can't," she looked at Vento before continuing, "I am accompanied by a dashing gentleman who can do that for me." She withdrew her gaze from the raven-haired scholar. "Besides, it's quite rude if I accept that. I'm with someone this morning." The man acceded to the fair lady's request. Once he was away Tsuna muttered in dismay, "Men..." and then started to eat her meal. None of them knew that he who was turned down was now making his way to their table. Edited by Mariko, Jun 15 2016, 12:26 PM.
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