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| [Graded][Arc] The Man From Neo Cortex; 3 of 4 | Poinsettia Portion | |
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| heiner777 | Jun 15 2016, 04:15 PM Post #11 |
"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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“No, we are going out right after this,” Vento replied bluntly and unabashed, unable to take more of Tsuna’s indirect sensuality one second more. “If I let you continue to dress like that, I might become a sexual deviant by growing an unhealthy habit of spraying my seed every time I as much as glance in your general direction,” he said and began to dig into his order. It was true; if he would accede to Tsuna’s request to simply let her wear what she wanted, it was only a matter of time before it was he who barged into her room in the wee hours of the morning and give her vulnerable body into a wake-up call she would never forget. He wanted to avert that as he had too much to lose should he be charged with sexual assault. As soon as he put a morsel of the silken-textured egg inside his mouth, the very flavors of nostalgia whisked him away to a time almost forgotten amidst the sea of work and deadlines that ruled the raven-haired researcher’s day. The harmonious balance of sweetness from the milk complimented the notes of spice of the baked salmon that had been mixed in with the egg; a match made in heaven if he would say so himself, and the perfect flavor to start his reverie of his first formal hometown outside of the deep woods of Fiore. Finally, something to distract me with from that stupid, sexy Tsuna, he thought to himself and gave in to his memories. A parade of lights; a myriad of smells; and a thousand and one delights and fancies made to pique the interest of a first-time patron – it truly was a sight that Vento’s eyes had almost forgotten as they took in the breath-taking scenery while he sat in one of the semi-circle tables that were dotted the ground floor of the two-story bar he had chosen to survey as his first sojourn into city life. The pristine marble floor, polished to perfection, reflected light off its surface and illuminated a portion of the handsome youth’s visage to the benefit of some ladies who were at just the right angle to see the small smirk on his lips. The rumors were right, he thought. It had all begun innocently enough. While on his usual routes going back to his apartment after another successful day of working as a provisional employee in Neo Cortex’s Clover Town branch, he caught wind of a newly renovated bar near the shopping district which, going by the rumors floating around town, was quite different from all the other taverns. That night in the strip club with his co-worked flashed through his mind as the image of those dancing harlots invaded his, but Vento thought but quickly dismissed the case. It was probably just an exaggeration or something made as a publicity stunt to garner interest for business – nothing lewd went on behind closed doors. Vento continued to walk along his normal route, but the more he strode forward, the more the news about this ‘awesome new pub’ filled his ears to the point where it was all he could think about. He could still hear the myriad of random voices gossiping of how a ‘friend of a friend of a friend’ of theirs went to the place expecting the usual only for the tavern to exceed his wildest expectations in terms of ambience, service, and quality of merchandise. The young man groaned. He knew that, in all probability, it was just an overrated evaluation from amateurs who fancy themselves bar critics; a story supported only by hearsay rather than fact. It was nothing important – he had other things to think about, Vento scolded himself mentally, but the scholar had a hard time letting the story go, it having piqued his curiosity. It was here he decided to visit if only to silence the voices that seemingly compelled him to do so. Surely once he saw that it was like all the bars he had been in, his interest would be satiated and his mind would finally give him respite. The blackness of the night had already settled into Clover’s now dark satin sky when Vento finally arrived at the clear-glass doors of the much talked about establishment. Sharply dressed in a black business suit worn over a buttoned up white polo shirt and a blood-red necktie to pull the ensemble together, the eighteen year-old Vento was already the center of attention even before he entered. The latter, however, simply overlooked the attention he received and instead focused on the name of the bar. An awkward smile formed. “Mugen…,” the word escaped with whisper-like quality. From how it was written in Oriental script, it meant ‘infinite’. Vento smirked inside – he was going to explore a bar which, ironically, had the same name as the thing he feared most. Many people do not know this, but Vento was secretly apeirophobic, meaning that he is deathly afraid of things which are infinite in nature. If this was supposed to be a practical joke from the powers that be, then they got him; and with his formal getup already pressed and ready, returning to his apartment was not something he was willing to do now that he was there after all the effort he went through to look presentable. He thought that he might as well go through with his plan so that his night would not have been a total waste. Now inside for a good while, the young man still continued to sit down with a pretty-boy smile plastered on his face. It had already been a good ten minutes since he entered but he was still in disbelief as to why he seemed to find the rustic-meets-modernist architectural style so appealing. At the very least he was now able to verify that one of the supposedly exaggerated claims were plausible, but the night was still young and he had all the time in the world to get acquainted with Mugen’s wonders. For now, a viand and a drink would suffice. “Time to check out the wares,” he said half-smugly as he sat up from his seat and walked over to the circular bar near the carved effigies of artistically-nude women. “Let me see if they can appeal to my tastes.” And that they did, in spades. Vento returned from his quick trip to the past by the time Tsuna had finished declining the man’s offer for a latte. He did not know the context of her remark which every uttered syllable of was peppered with a condescending tone, but the young man simply shrugged it off as something beyond him and took Tsuna’s example to return to his meal. His peripheral vision, however, took notice of a middle-aged man slowly walking up to them as if he had something to say; who he was and what his business with them completely unknown to the scholar who had been all too willing to be distracted from Tsuna to actually pay attention to his surroundings. Still, showing signs of slight worry, Vento informed Tsuna of the stranger who was coming. “Friend of yours?” he asked warily and awaited the man’s inevitable arrival preparing for the worst. Edited by heiner777, Jun 15 2016, 04:20 PM.
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| Mariko | Jun 15 2016, 09:41 PM Post #12 |
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On her first bite, Tsuna was delighted with the flavors that greeted her tastebuds. The hollandaise sauce harmoniously tied the flavors of the eggs, muffin and ham together. She was cutting up another small portion when Vento asked her if soneone is 'a friend of hers'. Initially it did not make any sense, until the red-haired heiress turned to see the man who sent her the latte earlier. She shook her head, since in all honesty she had no idea who the person was. The man was way chunkier than the scholar. He wore accessories that was nothing but gold in color. His blue eyes were hidden under the amber colored glasses. He bore a musk that was reminiscent of the bamboo fields albeit stronger. "Hi!" the man greeted, placing the coffee in front of Tsuna then snatch a nearby chair to sit in between Tsuna and Vento even without asking for permission. The girl took a big sip from her smoothie, a forced lippy smile on her face. "You know I was staring at you from afar and was mesmerized by your beauty," he said in a smooth tone, "And I can't help but to draw myself next to you... I'm not regretting it. You're more gorgeous up close. By the way, I'm Ed. I'm from Shirotsume Town, you know the land of the powerful and rich." He extended his hand, waiting for the fine lady to take it. Tsuna raised her brow, gave Vento a quick glance as if telling the raven-haired scholar how this man was starting to push the wrong buttons, before addressing the man. "Arnold," she lied, "My surname is Schwarzenegger and I came from hell." The man laughed aloud that it drowned all other noises in the restaurant. "I like your sense of humor. But I did my research already, and your name is Emily." "Then Emily," and gave him a handshake, "and the man over there is V---" "I heard you don't want to take this latte? Come on, don't hurt my feelings. Accept this coffee as a sign of how I appreciate your existence in this lonely restaurant. " The last thing Tsuna wanted to hear was she was hurting someone else's feelings. She scratched her head, at a loss of what she had to do. She did not want to accept the offer, but her conscience would be nagging her if she won't even if there was something in how this guy speak that she hated with all her heart. "But it's rude if I do because I'm with---" "I don't think your armless friend would mind," he grinned, obvious from his actions that he was dismissing Vento's presence. "In fact, a pretty damsel like you needs a man who can make you feel good with his two hands." Underneath the table, he brushed his leg against Tsuna's, prompting the girl to hastily change her sitting position so as to avoid being in contact with the man, her eyes narrowed in a sudden surge of anger but was trying to pacify it. The last time she felt this someone went to the hospital with a hairpin stuck in his eye. "So you're rich?" Tsuna took another bite of the eggs benedict, the veins in her neck was showing. "I sure am, honey." "I wonder if there is an in-house shop here where you can buy... I forgot the name of the item... manners, something?" The man adjusted his seat, getting himself closer to Tsuna. She, on the other hand, pushed her seat farther and pulled her body away to the point she was almost pressed against the glass window. "I have a bad habit of stabbing people in the eye." It was a warning. Subconsciously she had her left hand which was closer to the table crawled to grab on the first metallic thing she could touch --- apparently it was a fork, still smothering in egg yolk and hollandaise sauce. "I like feisty girls, yes." He closed the distance between them to the point he was intruding her personal space. The grip she had on the fork was something similar to a dagger, and it seemed like someone would leave the restaurant with it on his eye. The only leash that stopped her to fully commit another crime was the fact that the last time she did it Vento was royally upset because he had to 'clean up her mess'. Edited by Mariko, Jun 15 2016, 09:49 PM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 16 2016, 02:17 AM Post #13 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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A chuckle almost escaped him, amused that even a money-totting reprobate was literate enough to string words together in an elementary, asinine statement that blatantly poked fun at Vento’s obvious disability as if he himself needed to be reminded that he had lost his arm to a haunting. In fact, the bulging porker of a man even fancied himself a sweet-talker with the way he flaunted his riches and boasts of his sexual prowess as if he even had such aptitude beyond gorging himself on food and drink. He would have let the scene go on since it was an entertaining show to watch, but he finally stepped in when he saw Tsuna’s hand reach for a fork – undoubtedly with the intent to repeat last week’s little stunt with that Fairy Tail member. Without as much as batting an eye to the large man’s presence, the scholar reached out and intentionally took the coffee latte that was meant for her and drank it himself. It was the third option he casually took to save Tsuna from her ‘damned if you do-damned if you don’t’ dilemma. “You know, I actually would not mind; after all, it is pig-mating season around this time of the year, so such flirtatious behavior is to be expected from swine,” he said, with intentional emphasis on certain parts, and took another sip of the hot beverage. “However, if such swine thought they could harass humans just because of that, it is where I draw the line.” Thus, after halving the drink, Vento casually put the cup of coffee down before him and began his brutal yet refined deconstruction of the unwanted third party. “In any case, I highly doubt you can please someone even with two hands, for two main reasons—” He held out his hand with the intent of raising fingers in proportion to the number of his points. “—the first is because pigs do not have hands in the first place; and second, conceding the fact that you are not a pig, it presupposes that you have the ability to stick those greasy mitts into anything other than an extra-large bag of potato chips.” Satisfied with his gesture-assisted emphases, he dropped his hand back down and continued his merciless tirade of condescending quips and cracks, all aimed to enrage or shame the interloper; whichever outcome came first. “I do not doubt the fact that you are rich – after all, if you want companionship with a face like that, you need to be. In fact, you probably pay yourself just to stroke yourself to orgasm, which I assume is mostly the case,” he jeered viciously. “Of course, I am not saying that it is hard for you to get a willing partner for bestiality. After all, for the right price, just about anyone would be willing to perform the arduous task of rubbing a needle with tweezers under a microscope.” Unrelenting in his use of scathing witticisms, mostly in relation to pigs, Vento wrapped up his roast since he did not want the poor porker to become overcooked. Like the chef he was, he wanted the perfect consistency for his dishes so that when he would consume it, the taste would go down easy and smoothly while retaining the myriad of flavors. "Anyway, since you are unable to see the situation just like your phallus when you try to look down, let me spell it out – the lady is not interested. If you need something to poke your toothpick into, pork chops go for half-price a pound at the local market at around noon,” mocked Vento. “Lastly, in the infinitesimally low chance that you managed to comprehend everything I just said, let me humor you with a children’s nursery rhyme so you can better understand it: ‘this little piggy went to market, this little piggy went home, this little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none—” Once again raising his hand, he counted off the fingers and bent them over in such a way that once most of his extended digits were folded, the only one left created quite a vulgar gesture before a similarly vulgar individual. It was not out of taste; after all, in a game of tit-for-tat, a party is entitled to the same level of callousness that the other used at least once. “I doubt that I have to tell you what this last little piggy did. Now, if you catch my drift, you best better move along since if you mess with my woman again, I will not hesitate to shove my entire fist down your throat.” Thus, the hungry wolf heartily devoured the succulent little pig. Edited by heiner777, Jun 16 2016, 02:29 AM.
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| Mariko | Jun 16 2016, 05:24 AM Post #14 |
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Even if enraged, it was undeniable that Tsuna still carried a hint of aplomb similar to that of the beauty queens, though she had to admit it was deteriorating in every second her lungs got filled with the same air Mr. Porky Pig was breathing. Coexisting with him in the same space was the most burdensome thing she had endured so far that day. As the chains of patience and restraint were loosing their grasp on the heiress, her hand tightened on the fork and slowly raised it, canary fluid dripping on each of its tines, while she was incessantly drifting from conscience to trance, the latter was the gate to an uncontrollable phase that was her rage mode. Deliverance came at the last minute. Before reaching the point of no return, Vento's voice redeemed the heiress' senses from the evil thoughts she was having and back to reality when he chose to verbally attack the greasy sad excuse for a human being, prompting her to put down the utensil but without losing her grip onto it. Vento drank the hot latte which was meant for Tsuna, halving it to be precise, as he gave a scintillating harangue that was smooth to the ears yet undeniably brutal. When the rich had poked fun on the scholar's disability, the raven head ridiculed his personality and his manhood. And the victim's reaction could clearly be seen in his face: he was tomato red in fury. He could not believe that someone as low as the armless man had the nerve to malign him, and he could not come up with a comeback. On the other hand, listening to the tirade made the red-haired heiress calm down a tad, almost letting out a chuckle on how finely constructed were Vento's words. The amusement however took a turn upon hearing his ender: “I doubt that I have to tell you what this last little piggy did. Now, if you catch my drift, you best better move along since if you mess with my woman again, I will not hesitate to shove my entire fist down your throat.” Did she hear him right? It was not a dream sequence or her brain playing ticks on her; Tsuna was so sure of what he had uttered as it was loud and clear: Vento just called her 'his woman'. For some reason it made her heart skip a beat, a tinge of pink glowed on her cheeks. Happiness overflowed in her vessel --- but wait, if they were just friends, why would she feel all of these? It did not matter. All she knew was his words were not only pleasant to her ears but struck her soul in a good way. Noticing the cup, the man lost the redness on his face and guffawed, "I thought you're smart, you sound one... but I was wrong. You're still stupid. Didn't your mama tell you not to accept anything from strangers?" He rose from his seat and slowly made his way towards the direction of the researcher from Neo Cortex. "I see you drank the coffee. Don't you feel... weird, somehow?" the swine clothed in business attire asked Vento, wearing a smile as if mocking him. "I'll reveal it, okay. I admit. That latte is no ordinary one and can only be bought in Ghost Lotus Street. Weak ones would fall unconscious while it conditions the body to be ... overly sensitive to stimuli, making it easier to feel the love~. Those who were not that weak would not go unconscious, though the added effect is that... they could say feelings that were deeply hidden in their consciousness. So, if they were pleased and trying to hide it, there's no way to do so when they have a sip of this coffee. Sadly, with how scrawny you appear, I think half a cup would be enough to incapacitate you." He was undermining the teen, but was dullwitted enough to announce, at least to the pair, what the hot beverage really was. Someone's brain got covered with fat that it failed to function properly. The heiress was alarmed and agitated. He stopped behind the raven-haired teen, wrapped his arm around his shoulder and had his digits sink onto the soft, vulnerable part of his collarbone as he whispered, "Even if your tongue is sharp, that can't send any woman to climax like the way that I do. I pity your soul. You are armless and in a few minutes --- womanless. Your verbal act of being her knight in shining armor would be moot. She is m---" In an instant, a scream of sheer agony echoed the restaurant. All the patrons and the servants stopped to dart their eyes towards that particular table where the three had their little 'scene'. Mothers covered their childrens' eyes. Men cursed under their breaths while the attendants of the restaurant called for a medic. The object of the attack fell on his knees begging to be saved --- the prim and dignified lady, Tsuna, just turned into the remorseless criminal that she was when she impaled his eyeball with the fork she used earlier to eat her breakfast. Crimson blood and the sauces of her meal flowed down the man's face as no one could pull the fork out of his eye due to fear and the fact that the prongs penetrated deeply into the eyeball. "I allowed you to touch me," Tsuna spoke in chilly monotone, visage bereft of any humor or expression, "but I will never ever allow you to touch my Vento." Cold stare was cast upon the man as he squirmed and cursed, screaming at Tsuna letting her know how much of a psycho she was. As if the girl cared. She sighed and then turned to the young scholar, the change of emotions was as fast as flipping the pages of a book. Her angelic face was filled with worry, even if there were specks of blood on her cheek. With grace she bent her knees when she was beside him and had her hand squeeze on Vento's arm. "Are you okay?" her voice was oozing with warmth and concern. "How are you feeling? Are you hurt?" It didn't take a while before hotel security, medics and a couple of police men arrived. This breakfast was a huge roller coaster ride. Edited by Mariko, Jun 16 2016, 05:51 AM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 16 2016, 03:45 PM Post #15 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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A slight smirk formed on the scholar’s lips when the man confirmed what he had suspected – that the drink was in some way spiked or modified to suit his ill-intent. He had pursued the complimentary drink too much that it seemed like the point of obsession, pressuring Tsuna into partaking of the ‘grace’ yet still maintaining a façade of two-faced civility masked as incessant pestering. With how weak the heiress’ constitution was, he figured that if at least his suspicions proved right, his body could handle the shock more than she would. After all, if a drugged Tsuna was laid out before him in his current state of hypersexuality, Vento might not be able to resist the temptation. It is better this way, he thought to himself. Now at least I can relax and not have to look at that idiot for a while. However, the young man’s expectations did not come to pass at all. Despite his initial hope that the drugged drink would have at least a tranquilizing effect on him like the pig-man boasted of, even the scholar himself had taken his own body for granted. He expected to be knocked out cold in a few seconds, or began blurting out secrets and sentiments long kept inside; however, it seemed that even the effects of the drink took an unexpected turn and the most it was able to do to him was put the young man in a state of a waking dream-like stupor, his sensibilities slowly eroding while all vicissitudes pointed to a near-complete breakdown of self-control, yet not enough to unleash the inner beast of depravity that still slumbered within despite the weakened chains. His head began to dance in the clouds, common sense fluttering away like birds on a spring morning, as Vento’s thoughts now floated around and about, leaving the young man in a seemingly perpetual daze. The subsequent events that transpired before him played out as one grand play of blurs and colors as his head bobbed and popped in and out of a wonderland that hosted thoughts on a wide scale of irrationality from the least to the most. He laughed at all the illogical things that happened, mostly because he was too messed up by the slipped narcotics yet too functional due to his high amounts of endurance comparable to that of a professional athlete that even the minimal effects of the drug were bogged down even further from a veritable truth serum to just smoking one packet-full of high-quality hashish. As things came to a dramatic and climatic end, the raven-haired researcher rode upon the winds of fancy in a world totally not of his own making as it ran contradictory to his monochrome view of things. Rainbows and dragons made out of licorice and taffy spread across the sky while talking calculators and pigs that sweat hollandaise sauce rolled around the floor while attended by talking clouds that tried to wrap it up in fruit roll-ups. Various other people from costumed strippers and other pigs dressed as police officers joined in the fray, all to Vento’s drugged-up delight. It was at this point that one of the strange characters in his psychedelic vision came up to him, a character from his favorite novel, A Solitude That Asks Nothing In Return and started squeezing his arm, worry apparent in her voice as if losing her reader would be tantamount to losing the main character in her life. It was a silly idea to start with; it was out of character for her since she was practically cold to everyone else other than the main character himself. It was weird, even if it was a dream – she should not be like that. Well, he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Back in the confines of reality, Vento had a sleepy expression etched on his face when he looked around his immediate area as if he were in a realm beyond their own. It was obvious that he was way beyond his normal state of mind, yet even so, it seemed like he had enough sensibilities to be able to address Tsuna when she asked of his state. It was not exactly in the way he liked though, but in the end, his real actions conveyed generally the same sentiments as the one he thought he was doing inside his head. Vento thanked the imaginary character from expressing her concern by extending his hands and caressing her face. He smiled at her as she leaned in some more and hanging on to the hope that he would act in the same way her male co-lead would act as she awaited the words of her beloved to come out of his proxy’s mouth. “Thank you for the concern, but a pretty noblewoman like you should smile more often than she frowns. Now show me that exhilarating, sun-kissed smile.” The truth of the matter was far more different, however. With a yank reminiscent of a child pulling down with too much strength, Vento grabbed hold of the back of Tsuna’s neck and raised his own face to form into a sloppy ‘kiss’ with the redhead. His lips sloshed messily across her own like a restaurant fish freshly caught out of its tank splayed around on a cherry-colored chopping block. Grunts escaped his lips as he did this, the words garbled in-action which, roughly translated, sounded to mean: ‘Take off your clothes, pretty woman… now sex… kiss me.’ It is a wonder how much drugs can affect the fluidity of events in one’s state of mind. |
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| Mariko | Jun 16 2016, 11:46 PM Post #16 |
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To watch the young scholar being too groggy to save himself added weight onto the fine lady's chest. Guilt was gnawing every fiber of her existence realizing that Vento had placed himself in a disadvantageous position and was suffering the effects of the modified latte for her sake --- but not feeling any guilt as to the barbarous act she did against the porker. She had overlooked the possibility that perhaps he was doing this for his own sake, to distract him from the arousal triggered by her current heroine physique. She had knitted his prior words and actions together and to her mind the only thing that made sense why all was said and done was because he cared for her... because she was 'his woman'. She had dismissed the idea that he liked her when they had a misunderstanding in Genie's Lamp, but the idea was resurfacing once again. And even in this state, Vento made sure that the whole world would remember how possessive he was, and that what belonged to Vento was his alone, marking Tsuna in front of everybody whose attention was fixated at them ---- or at least that was what Tsuna thought. In full view of the public, with his refined movements similar to that of a drunken man, Vento pulled Tsuna by the back of her neck and gave her one nasty kiss, one that felt like he smothered her whole face with the fluids from his mouth. The heiress accepted it but with her lips fully pursed and a grimace due to the manner he had done it. Her hands on his shoulder, she tapped it repeatedly like someone in a wrestling bout would do in submission as he muttered words she failed to comprehend except for a slurred "pretty woman", "sex" and "me", as she was too grossed out to figure out the whole meaning of everything he was mumbling. Moreover, she was bottling everything up for Vento's sake. Breaking it after a few seconds, she slightly pulled her head away from him. "Oh come on Vento, I can't 'sex' you here," she said using the almost identical structure of language he used to express his desire even if by doing so she had butchered grammar, "and y-you don't kiss that way before," she complained as if she was his girlfriend who had all the right to whine and point out what was wrong. Within the span of a week their lips have been drawn together too many times than what people who were co-workers and friends normally had ---- heck, co-workers and friends would not even do that ---- that she had somewhat memorized details such as his breathing, the softness of his lips, the way they trembled when in fear, and a lot more. "Obviously, you're not okay." The officers in uniform behind her looked at one another, before one of them spoke, "Uhm Miss, even if you're the one who stabbed this guy..." his thick index finger pointed at Ed who was being secured in a stretcher, "I highly suggest that you file charges against that guy, who's obviously harassing you to a point," he then pointed at Vento. "No, he's also a victim here, please understand," she hastily shifted her attention to them while her hands were still on his shoulder, "he's not in his proper self because of that pi --- guy in stretcher." Turning back to Vento, she placed her palms on each side of his face, gently pressing them against his cheek in an attempt to make him understand that he had to look straight at her and comprehend everything she would say. With overflowing concern in her silvery tone, she spoke, "Vento, I'll just talk to the policemen, okay? Just here. I'm not going to leave you. All you have to do is sit there, okay? Wait for me, do not go anywhere else. Just stay there." She stood up and faced the men in blue, her full back and rear a fourth of an arm's length away from the drugged-up field reseacher. Tsuna was not used to problems like these. She was trembling and in fear, yet as there was no one to rely on, especially it was a bad idea to rely on Vento when he himself could be incarcerated, she tried to harness these emotions to put up a fake drama; distressed and teary eyed she was to earn the compassion and sympathy of the police men. That was what actresses do, and that was what she, as an actress, should do. She narrated what happened from start to finish, occasionally bursting into hearbreaking tears and then finally using Vento's condition to prove that she only did what she thought was right to defend herself and her companion. The men in uniform wanted to take the heiress to the station in the city, but she refused because it would mean she would be constrained to leave Vento behind. The hotel security backed up Tsuna's refusal, recounting the times she had passed out when leaving the premises, claiming she was 'cursed'. This, however, fell on deaf ears. In the middle of the confusion, another man in a fine suit who had the same body built as Vento albeit in his sitting position he looked taller, was quietly observing everyone from his own spot which was behind Vento and Tsuna's table. He had witnessed everything and was moved by Tsuna's tears, aside from the fact that he, too, was smitten with the girl's beauty. He approached the group and introduced himself as a lawyer, which greatly pleased Tsuna. He volunteered to help the girl in her little problem. After a series of talks, bargaining, exchange of numbers, fake tears and swapping of papers, Tsuna was allowed to tend to Vento while the stranger tried to 'fix' the issue. Agreeing that they would just communicate with each other through any lacrima-powered communication device available to them, the girl sighed in relief and once again gave her undivided attention to the scholar. "Guess we can't shop for clothes today," she thought as she assisted Vento to stand up. "I'm going to take you to your room now, Vento. Please cooperate as much as you can. I can't drag you a lot unlike the last time now that I'm in a skirt." After paying for their tab, with what afforded to her by her strength, Tsuna took Vento out of the restaurant. Edited by Mariko, Jun 17 2016, 12:07 AM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 17 2016, 03:49 AM Post #17 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Not in the obscurity of midnight, but in the searching light of day, did the supernatural influence that had plagued Vento the night before assert itself, this time with what could only be described as a surreptitious yet fierce vengeance. Neither revealed by a vision, nor announced by a voice, it nevertheless reached mortal knowledge through the sense which is least easily self-deceived: the sense that feels, and with it, the cold hand of death reached out to claim another victim right before the eyes of those who bathed in the light – a reminder, as they were told in childhood – that if no good deed goes unrewarded, so, too, would no evil act remain unpunished. Such is the way of things in a world ruled by forces beyond the comprehension of man; as one such force would soon make the seemingly empty moral lesson into a savage reality to all those involved. As the foul animal that was the Shirotsume Town big-shot was to be loaded into a waiting ambulance, his pig of a body convulsed as the injured man painfully grasped his throat as if choking on something. His remaining eye bulged wide with pure terror and gut-wrenching agony evident in them should one look behind the broken pair of shades he had worn before the attack. He pleaded for mercy from an unknown attacker, yet it seemed that even his pained words were not heeded in the same manner as he snidely disregarded Tsuna’s refusals and mocked Vento’s existence. “I…mmm SORrY… for WhAT I DID…—!!!,” he mumbled, saliva and tears smothering his sweaty face just as the medics hastily lowered the stretcher and proceeded to give first aid to the man. The police officers who stood by to accompany the ambulance and its patient to get his testimony from the hospital post-treatment were also there, clearly seeing the sudden and violent change in the state of the man. “PlEaaazee… foRGIhb… mEh… fur tRyINg… to KEEL and… raep… the bratzzzz… (Please forgive me for trying to kill and rape the brats) —!!!” He churned out once more before his agony, almost mercifully, ended along with his life, much to the shock of those in attendance. The medical team did what they could to revive the man, but the hands of death had the firmer hold on the poor Shirotsume Town resident. After all, be it rich or poor; normal or disabled, the silent touch of death regards all in equal terms. “He is dead…” one of the attending medics uttered in a voice chilled by the event. “Cause of death… myocardial infarction (heart attack)…,” another one followed up. Neither the authorities nor the paramedics could believe what they saw, which in what seemed to be just a crime of passion that mercifully resulted in no casualties, the end result turned into a mysterious death caused by an unexplained heart attack. What was more, the culprit-turned-victim likewise muttered off a confession before passing away in such a painful and horrible manner – a dying declaration made moments before death, admissible as evidence and tantamount to proof of guilt to a crime the dead man had committed. Slowly one of the policemen turned around to face the general direction of where Vento and Tsuna were before, the account of Tsuna being ‘cursed’ starting to sound extremely real when before he had considered it as hearsay. The man swallowed his throat afraid to delve deeper into the matter at hand since all evidence now point to the dead man’s undisputable guilt. Even so, the haunting manner by which the matter ended was certainly beyond his years of police training could comprehend. Nevertheless, his job was done; he, and visibly his partner, would be more than happy to let sleeping dogs lie out of fear that the peaceful canine might turn out to be something beyond what their feeble human minds could take. In almost the same manner as that morning, Vento awoke with a start, but this time his head throbbed with pain. He felt like he had went into five rounds of boxing against a mule, but otherwise, he was back to normal; the effects of the laced coffee from before flushed out of his system by his superior endurance and recovery speed. He looked around and saw no one inside his room; but if his hunch was correct, it was probably Tsuna who brought him back into his quarters after dealing with the fiasco downstairs. The scholar turned around for the time – ‘8:58AM’ it said; it was still morning. That is right… I said I would go with Tsuna to buy some clothes… At that thought, his heart beat faster, surprising the usually stoic scholar. He did not understand what it was for, but whatever sensation that was it only grew the more he thought about Tsuna, her smiling face, and the warmth of her hands. He could not understand where the feelings came from, but if he had to guess, it might be something called ‘happiness’. Yes – Vento had firm reason to believe that every time he thought of Tsuna, he felt ‘happy’. Still, he did not seem to have the insatiable desire to smile every time he did, but nevertheless, he wanted to see her; as if should he prolong their separation for as much as a second more, he would start ripping through the walls of his hotel room out of frustration. He did not know why, he just did. I am ‘happy’ because of Tsuna…? The thought was not quite logical since there really was no reason; it just was. Thus, intrigued by his feeling of ‘happiness’, he instantly got off his bed, readied himself to go out, and stormed out of his room and stood in front of the redhead’s door. Just as before, he knocked several times to catch its occupant’s attention, unable to discard the anxiety he felt as he imagined the coming of the one who made him feel that way. “Hey Tsuna, open up; I thought we were going out to buy you some clothes?” he called over the barrier between them. “If you are inside, hurry up; I have no idea why, but I really, really, really want us to go out today.” Edited by heiner777, Jun 17 2016, 04:19 AM.
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| Mariko | Jun 17 2016, 05:46 AM Post #18 |
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Phck.
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"That's a lot of really," a dulcet voice could be heard from the other end of the hall. If Vento would turn his head to its direction, Tsuna would beam a smile brighter than any celestial object as she started to approach the scholar who seemed to be ecstatic to see her. For the record, that was for the first time this week. She had no idea if it was for real, caused by the coffee, or he was pulling a practical joke on her, but either way she would just ride the waves. Besides, it wasn't like the girl disliked what she had witnessed, in fact it was a refreshing sight. It further bolstered her hypothesis that he, indeed, liked her. Much to her glee. Her gait was slow, but the A-line skirt made it interesting as if her waist and below was a gracefully swinging bell. Butterflies were frenzied inside her stomach in every passing moment that the gap between them closed. Her heart was hammering the walls of her chest, which she had never felt before except when she was terrified beyond words --- but even so, this was different from that time she met her reaper. It was painful yet pleasant. The tapping of her heels resounding as usual, like they were heralds or chamberlains announcing the arrival of the queen in all her stunning glory before the King's royal court. The tapping of the heels stopped once she was in front of the scholar, azure eyes met with his crimson ones. Once again, face to face. "I'm glad seeing you like that," she said, masking the weird emotions she was feeling within her, before her expression transitioned to that of a worry, "but are you really alright? Don't you feel bad at all? Or dizzy? Delusional? Are you not going to tell me again to 'sex you' in the restaurant?" And with that she chuckled, on the last part of her series of questions she deliberately mixed his butchered English with hers. "If you insist, let us go then but... only if you can manage to take me out of this hotel without me passing out." Why was Tsuna not in her room in the first place? Earlier, the maiden had a real difficulty guiding the young man to his room. For one, the elevator where they were in suddenly got packed that they were pushed all the way back, to the point that Tsuna was pressed against Vento's body, there was not even a hair-thin space in between. With his head continuously bopping and popping during the whole ride, there were a lot of times their heads would smack each other's, if not his breath would brush her ears prompting her to shudder. If only he wasn't giggling too much, or attempting to smother her cheeks with his saliva.... Once out of the elevator, he would not behave well. She had no idea what or who he was seeing but the giggles turned into bellows, disrupting the silence within the whole floor. At least he wasn't trying to throw up, unlike their first night when she already wanted to push him down the stairs. However, the 'good thing' during his intoxication and now was that Vento would follow her command. This time, even if Tsuna pleaded him to stop laughing or blabbering nonsense he wouldn't. The walk that seemed like forever finally ended when Tsuna, exhausted with his weight and the headache she had endured that morning, threw his body on the bed where he bounced. The very moment his back hit the soft cushions, he went silent. Afraid that she had killed him, Tsuna hastily checked his vital signs --- and was relieved. He just passed out. Thinking he would be fine on his own, Tsuna left him alone in his room to rest. After taking off the splatter of blood on her face, and thanked the heavens that her precious clothes were free from the crimson fluid which was definitely a task to remove, the heiress got a call from the kind lawyer, asking her to meet him back in the lobby. Upon reaching the said area, the red head was informed that she did not have to worry of anything. Aside from she was indeed clear from any charges because the girl acted in defense of strangers, the man from Shirotsume Town made an admission right before his death. Yes, the man was dead, and everyone was puzzled because it was so sudden. Tsuna feigned an expression of shock, but at the back of her head she was laughing. "Serves you right for laying your hands on Vento." Hearing herself she widened her eyes and mentally gave herself a thwack in the head. "What were you thinking? Someone died because of you, and you're happy it happened? Why? Is this your sense of justice?" She got no answers. Sadly, the lack of answers never bothered her. After some more talks and Tsuna insisting that he take her money for his efforts, which the man took only a small percentage so she would not 'make him feel guilty with that beautiful pout', the two bade farewell. "By the way, I still don't believe you are cursed," the lawyer said, "even if because of his death, everyone here believes you really are." "I'm starting to doubt myself as well." "Don't be. It is improbable that a lady with such allure and elegance could have some... supernatural elements or spirits guarding you." "I've seen a mesmerizing lake before that is filled with zombies. It isn't impossible." Their parting led to her initial plan of her going back to her room to at least take a nap... which would never happen since upon reaching the floor where her room was, from afar she already saw the raven-haired scholar demanding her to get out of her room. Was she really cursed? All she knew was she could not leave the hotel for some reason, and the only reason she could think of was Vento... that a force did not want her to do what she did back in Genie's Lamp. But if that was just it, why would someone die on her? What did they want? Edited by Mariko, Jun 17 2016, 06:00 AM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 17 2016, 05:23 PM Post #19 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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The moment Vento turned to face the source of the honeyed words that graced his ears he was once more stunned by Tsuna’s beauty, magnified by the wide beam of utter delight that adorned her seraphic visage. Her smile was magic, especially when she stood face-to-face with him; eyes connected and mesmerized by the sight of a lady whose allure should have been only possible in his dreams, yet manifested in the flesh through some unknown power. He tried to keep up with her off-the-cuff candor, but his legs felt like stone and his body felt stiffer than his own hidden appendage. Vento was smitten with her presence and he could only find himself hypnotized by her the longer he stared at her entirety, despite what his nearly stone-faced expression told her. Unconsciously, the scholar slowly reached out his left hand and touched the redhead’s face, gently feeling every curve of her visage with almost religious reverence as if to affirm its existence. Eventually, his thumb slid across her face and stayed on the edge of her right lip for a second before slowly tracing the bottom-right portion of her cherry aperture. “I still cannot believe that someone as beautiful like you is actually Tsuna,” he said sweetly, yet with a clear hint of disbelief and unease. “You may be an overly-emotional idiot most of the time, but when you decide to clean up, it is like you are a completely different person. You are just so gorgeous that I cannot help but stare at you.” For a good minute or two, the young man simply stood there and marveled at the fact that he was standing in the presence of practically a real-life manifestation of one of his novels’ heroines. He savored every precious second as he knew that it would have to end sooner or later, especially since he had to go back to finishing his report on the Genie’s Lamp so he can spend the rest of the time doing independent research on the ruins themselves. Once he had his fill of Tsuna’s radiant beauty, he forced himself to renege his hold and turn a blind eye to the young lady and passed by her, albeit just enough so that they would be back-to-back, with Vento facing the direction going downstairs. “Stop lollygagging and come on; and I do not even know what you mean by managing to take you out of the hotel without passing out,” admitted Vento since he was practically in cloud nine when admissions of Tsuna’s weird condition and of the ‘curse’ were being told to dissuade the police officers. “Even so, whatever that means… if I intend to make you pass out, I would rather do it on a soft bed and not in front of the hotel,” he teased in a slightly lighter formal tone that at least admitted a modicum of jest, if only just a small amount. With that, Vento gently took Tsuna’s hand without looking back and guided her along with the intent of taking her outside and unknowingly break the ‘curse’ everyone seemed to think that the heiress somehow possesses. With Tsuna in tow, Vento walked through the lobby of the hotel with a strange sense of awe as his eyes noticed everything he had failed to do so before. The bluish glass roof of the main lobby’s jutting atrium shimmered in the morning sun, casting god-rays of geometric patterns in the air as angular shadows danced across white marble walls, giving the three-star hotel a sense of grandeur that seemed more than what its Quality Stars gave it out to be. The air smelled clean and sterile, a silent accomplishment to the maintenance personnel and other unsung heroes of the Traveler’s Inn who always made the atmosphere pleasant. In fact, just because he was with Tsuna alone, things he normally relegated to the back of his mind surfaced with renewed fervor and filled his mind with wonderment that he thought he could only get from reading books. As the two moved through the room, everyone went about their separate businesses and left everyone to their own devices. It was not only when some noticed Tsuna and Vento move briskly through the area did some of the people fall silent enough for their footsteps to partially echo through the resonant space while others simply looked at the sudden death of action an oddity but still continued, albeit awkwardly, with their business. It was to be expected, however, with news of the incident still fresh on the minds of the staff and those hotel patrons who saw the entire thing happen before their very eyes. Now their curiosity had been piqued again, for this time, it seemed that the object of their fixation is once again in the process of trying to get out of the hotel. Disregarding the sentiments of those who were inside, Vento stormed through the sea of silent observers and let Tsuna’s hand go just before the exit if only to make a point. It was obvious that it was they who were being watched, but he had no idea why; was it because of his disability? Did they think that he was not good enough for her because she was as perfect as can be when he had his own taken away, albeit at his willing expense? The assumptions were annoying, especially in light of Vento’s state of heightened awareness, and that was what letting go of the redhead’s hand symbolized as he, alone, walked through the doors of the hotel without as much as a grunt of pain or a feeling of nausea. Once he was through the portals of the structure and now basked in the glorious sun on the streets of Poinsettia, he turned back and extended his hand towards a waiting Tsuna, a look of determination filling his crimson eyes with a glint of rebellion as if he had something to prove. “Take my hand, Tsuna; nothing is going to happen,” he said, the words, while simple, held more meaning if only to emphasize one thing: ‘he was not forcing her into anything; everything since the beginning was done at her own volition’. Edited by heiner777, Jun 17 2016, 06:06 PM.
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| Mariko | Jun 18 2016, 12:51 AM Post #20 |
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Phck.
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If this was a game, Tsuna could say that Vento, despite the revelation beforehand that he had no outstanding experience when it comes to interaction with girls, knew how to play his cards well. Either his prior claim was a bluff, or he was born a master of toying hearts. He knew how to handle an unsure heart by taunting it to label their complex association with the clues he was sending her, but for her to regret having the thought in mind later due to more confusing gestures, only for the cycle to repeat. For a minute she thought that the depths of his feelings for her would finally be revealed, as his thumb traced the bottom of her cherry lips as if he was tempted to set it to that lone place where it should belong ---- between his lips, as her heart went wilder inside its cage made of flesh, bones and muscles. There was a sense that finally she could also be at ease knowing what they really were apart from him being her employer and her being his salaryperson; she herself would have a clue where in her small circle of relationships would Vento fall under, but then it would all be shattered as doubt gnawed her brain whenever it would show her the stoicism ever present on his visage. Her heart sank deeper when he let go of her and walked pass the woman with his usual arctic mien ---- only to flirted in the end, unceremoniously take her hand and walk together down the marbled paths as if Vento and Tsuna were a thing. Amidst the sea of quiet spectators, Tsuna clutched the scholar's hand tightly. She did not care what they think. Who would give a damn if you, a big joke to the academic field, were holding the hand of and being guided by the most intelligent man in that hotel ... or in whole Poinsettia... or even more, in whole Fiore? It was a pleasant feeling --- no... actually, more than that; it was just indescribable as the girl had not felt this way before. True, a couple of men had held her hand before during socialite parties and press releases, but Vento's was far more different. She knew he was only holding her hand, but it felt like he was also holding her neck as a lump seemed to block its narrow passageway while her heart was jumping up and down not only to push the said lump out but also in glee --- and everything was not even close to how to describe what she was really feeling. Everything was not even bad at all! Happiness was taking over her whole entity, totally forgetting about supposed curse everyone thought she had when all of the sudden the confidence had crumbled down just by a single act: the raven-haired field researcher let go of her. All the build up earlier flushed down the drain. Tsuna lagged down, watching Vento marched ahead of her, mindlessly heading his way to the portal that separated the grandiose hotel and the outside world. "What, why? Why did he let go? What's going on? Is he leaving? Would he leave me behind? I don't understand. Earlier he was just ---" Vento was driving her crazy. Soon the maiden stopped before the passageway to the real world. That part of existence unguarded by personnels, and teeming with pigs worse than the man from Shirotsume Town. That world that she tried to reach this week but painfully failed. That side where Vento was. People around her watched. The hotel attendants who had witnessed first hand her suffering for four times dropped whatever they were doing. "Call the medic, quickly," Tsuna could clearly hear one of the receptionists say. Her azure orbs pierced through Vento's. There was not a single word spoken, but with the way her eyes cast on him one would be blind if he could not to see the sentiment she was telling him: 'I am scared'. “Take my hand, Tsuna; nothing is going to happen.” It all made sense --- or so what Tsuna thought. He did not toy her. He just further drove the point how much she was to him --- or so what her unneccesary overanalysis made her see. He was willing to let go of her hand for a moment if needed to secure her. Sometimes, the support one needed is not the one who would walk beside or behind you where you could see what they were doing, or could vaguely hear what they were saying, but those in front of you who would let you see clearly you were not on your own and would be willing to pull you out of the darkness and uncertainty --- even if that support only had one hand... in which case, proving the sincerity of the help being given, as that person was only giving EVERYTHING he had. And thinking of these, Tsuna felt she was a little intelligent. It seemed like hanging out with Vento really had its perks. The maiden took a deep breath. She extended her arm, and gently laid her palm on top of his, before folding her fingers to clasp his own. Tsuna held her head high, fully confident that if ever she pass out Vento would be there to break her fall. Slowly, she walked through the beacon holding her breath, hoping for the worst. Tap. Tap. Tap. Her heels took over the silence of the hotel. Then there was light. The sun kissed her fair skin. The breeze embraced the child who, because of her one-armed angel, proved the world she was more than just a pretty face. She was not a curse. Or was she? "Thank you~," the sweet heartwarming smile similar to that of the heroines was on her face once more. Since Vento had led her out, wouldn't it be nice if he would also lead her to their first stop? After all, it was Vento who insisted for them to go out... so, this was a date, right? He should have somewhere in mind. Edited by Mariko, Jun 18 2016, 01:09 AM.
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