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| [Graded][Arc] The Man From Neo Cortex; 3 of 4 | Poinsettia Portion | |
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| heiner777 | Jun 22 2016, 05:10 AM Post #31 |
"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Eyes narrowed as soon as Vento laid eyes on Tsuna in her new androgynous style that made her out as a beautiful effeminate man than a gorgeous redheaded goddess. The beating of his heart slowed down and normalized, no longer the wild thumping it once was when he first saw her in that stunning dress that made her look like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen thus far. He nodded in acknowledgment both at the loss of most of his libido in favor of his more sensible faculties which now allowed the scholar to once more ignore the young lady’s feminine wiles and charms, and Tsuna’s earnest efforts in picking out clothes and go to a midpoint that, while not racy, served to do the job regardless. Completely sideswiping the charming display, and even ignoring Tsuna’s offer to return his card, the raven-haired scholar raised up the plastic bag filled with their snacks and placed it in-between them as if signifying that Tsuna’s cutesy act once more held no power over him and that food had suddenly become more important than her. “Good job with the clothes-swap,” praised Vento in a monotone voice, “now it will be easier to ignore you again and I would not have to fantasize about being a farmer ploughing your fertile field every time I look at you. Now come, let us have our snack so we can have time to shop for books. Just keep my card to yourself for a while since – obviously – my hands are full, as is yours, with all those clothes with you.” With Vento’s thought processes now back to its normal mainframe thanks to Tsuna no longer muddling it up with her distracting allure, the scholar lead the way into a nearby park with an open creek that flows through the entire city and used as a fishing spot, a swimming hole, and a thoroughfare for boats as an alternative to the city’s carriage and taxi services. Here, Vento chose a particular location under the shade of a tree fronting the shoreline where both him and his companion could enjoy the tranquil scenery while taking in their belated breakfast. Vento was the first to take a seat, placing their food just beside him while he made himself comfy in the grass. Once seated, he fished out his share of the meal and drink and propped them on the ground before him, ready to dig in. Saying a small prayer with his remaining hand, and despite the obvious disability, Vento still figures out a way to eat by patiently switching between eating and drinking to facilitate an otherwise rudimentary function many had taken for granted. Now that he was without an assisting arm to prop up his hand-held meals with, he had to adapt, and did so successfully. Nevertheless, he still somewhat missed his previous functionality that allowed him to perform the tasks he used to see as trivial. Peeling back to his previous mindset before his quick reverie, the young man decided to discuss a few things with Tsuna while eating, specifically where he went to and the unexpected tidbit of information he had managed to gain by reason of his exploration to find some food. Thus, after eating his third jumbo dumpling and downing the gnashed contents with gray tea, Vento spoke up with his partner while looking at the pristine view they had before them. He wanted to take in the scenery since he knew that, soon, it might be a while before he would be able to see it again. The researcher started. “While I was out buying us some food, I heard something disturbing from some Blue Pegasus members who happened to pass by,” he said. “Do you remember those guys who played hero before? The ones who escorted us to the hospital where we had that old hag examined for injuries? Yeah, those three were attacked and one of them was kidnapped. They were supposedly strong fellows in the guild, but still, the assailants managed to beat them to near-death and drag one away to heaven knows where—” Vento paused, turning to Tsuna to add emphasis to his next statement. “—and apparently, the assailants all used what can only be described as Ghost Magic.” Once the words escaped him, he allowed the realization to sink into Tsuna’s mind since he did not want to imply anything since this was just superficial evidence in light of everything that is happening to them thus far. It was a recent string of supernatural events, but the coincidence of such occurrences were so closely knit together that one would find it hard to peg it as nothing less random and more active. Frederick was pulling them towards something, and whatever it was, the puzzle pieces were being drawn together to create a disturbing picture. He wanted Tsuna to know that since, as he can only guess, things would only get more dangerous from here on out. “Tsuna,” he continued, “I have been experiencing some paranormal things as well; Frederick is trying to contact us somehow, myself more than you. He explained things to me in my dream… but as to your participation in it, I have no idea why,” confessed the scholar. “Your headaches, your lapses of consciousness when I become too far away from you – it might have something to do with what Frederick wants me to do in Ranunculus Town. I know I have to go, but I do not know about you. Thus, if you are only a physical ‘alarm clock’ to tell me the gravity of the situation, there may be a way to sever the connection between you and me.” The impassive gaze he gave the young lady slowly let up into a more worried expression, albeit without breaking the general appearance of apathy evident on Vento’s visage. “I am telling you this because, tomorrow, I plan for the both of us to leave for Ranunculus Town. If you do not want to get involved any further, I will do everything in my power to set you free of your ‘curse’, if it could even be called that,” Vento admitted. “You do not have an obligation to accompany me anymore; nobody is going to pay you if you accept this job, except from my own pocket. By all means, you are free of any ties with me; and all you have to do is to say that you will not go – that is all.” A sigh escaped him as he continued to eat his meal and drink his tea in the silence of the revelation. Deep inside, he wished that Tsuna would just nod her head and say no. He had no idea what to expect from Ranunculus after Frederick’s terrifying warning of things to come as soon as he steps into that cursed town of fake smiles and sinister lies. If he can, he wanted to save Tsuna from that, for if anything, this was no longer for the sake of science – this was a job that involved the protection and preservation of Neo Cortex’s reputation vis-à-vis the international community. |
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| Mariko | Jun 22 2016, 07:45 AM Post #32 |
Phck.
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Tsuna placed her paper bowl down, the savory taste of her snack slowly became bland which made her unable to touch her food while hearing the revelation from Vento. For a couple of minutes nothing could be heard from her or him. While the latter continued to fill his stomach with the dumplings, the former was trying to absorb how each separate events connect in a grand design just how the researcher saw it but kept on failing to do so. However, it did not mean that she did not understand the need or his curiosity to go to Ranunculus and the glimmer of worry on his eyes which was perhaps the reason he asked for her decision. Even though he looked apathetic, her heart could feel that somehow he cared for her. The choice of words made it appear that he was persuading her to say no, maybe he wanted to spare her from all the trouble, but no one could be as bullheaded as the redhead. "Four things," she broke the silence between them. "First, if you leave me behind, how do you think I would be able to survive a day, no... an hour...." a grunt escaped her lips before she shook her head, frustrated of how much she needed to correct herself, "no, the first five minutes with you away from me? As far as I can understand it based on everything I experienced, I would be in a comatose for the whole time you're somewhere, and probably it would lead to an eternal sleep in case something bad happens to you. Did you not say that we are equal, then why deprive me of an equal chance to fight?" She never lost sight of the waters that slowly lost its appeal even if boats with colorful sails and smiling faces aboard similar to the ones in paintings move about. The once vivid hues of cerulean, green, lavender and a lot more which was supposed to be abundant within the area became pale to her eyes as she continued, "Second, you said before that the only thing you can do is to think since you do not have any other abilities to combat any magic, which is the reason why you hired me. If everything that is happening involved magecraft --- and worst, Ghost Magic, it only means you need me more than before. Should you say I am not qualified to face something huge as this because I'm not well adept, I have to lead you to my third point: did you not say I am your tool? A tool has only one job and that is to serve its master. A tool has no right to choose how it would be used or to what purpose. All it does is to follow its master's lead. Fourth..." she paused, finally her glossy azure orbs shifted from the creek to the only crimson pair within her sight, "if I get stripped off my title as your assistant... one thing still remains, and that is... well... I'm... uhm," her right hand was brought to the back of her neck, scratching it for a few seconds as she tried to weave a more appropriate wording for her thoughts without admitting anything yet. Once a statement had been concocted inside her mind, she let go of the back of her neck, "d-did you not say I am your woman? As far as I know, a woman must go with her man. So, I'm going with you." She ended with a heavy sigh, pulling her head down to look at the sweet and sour noodles. Hopefully that convinced Vento. While there was sincerity in her words, there was one thing she could not comprehend: he could have just informed her about Vert's captivity and the string of peculiar events later that day, when they had already enjoyed each other's company and were fully satisfied with the interaction and attention given by each other. He lacked timing on this one, and it drastically changed not only the atmosphere between the two of them but how the remaining of this date would go. The heiress lost her appetite realizing that there was no chance of salvaging this supposedly casual and saccharine rendezvous since after this snack their minds would probably be sidetracked with the trip tomorrow no matter what they were doing together, prompting her to just put the noodles and the bottled water back in the plastic bag which was between them. Maybe for people like them who were never going to lead normal lives due to the talents sown within their souls from birth, it was too much to ask for a normal date. Or if she already told him that she liked him, maybe he would be a little more considerate? Was changing her clothes a bad idea? If she was still in a dress, would he choose to spend time with her before revealing the predicament they had so as not to spoil the moment? So it all boiled down to looks, it seemed... not much of a difference from any other guys who coveted her. "So what time do we need to leave for Ranunculus tomorrow?" she inquired, attempting to elicit a convincing chipper tone from her throat while avoiding his gaze similar to what happened back in the fitting room. Even if there was not a direct word spoken about how disheartening things turned out that day and how her mind was unnecessarily blowing their current situation out of proportions, gloom clouded the sun that was her countenance without her consciously knowing about it. "Maybe we should be moving than... wasting time... here, since you still got books to buy and I guess some more work to do back in the hotel. Maybe we could just do this some other time, or maybe... never again... I guess," her voice decreased in volume at the last part of her statement. A forced smile was on her face hoping it was enough of a lie to convince him that it was alright that this day was irredeemable. Edited by Mariko, Jun 22 2016, 12:47 PM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 22 2016, 08:01 PM Post #33 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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When Tsuna vehemently rebutted his reasoning with her own justifications to stay by his side, it came as a surprise to Vento since he never thought that the redhead would harbor such strong sentiments, especially since he did say that he was going to try his best to sever their connection before he left should she not agree to come. After all, she did not have any plausible reason to accompany him and neither would there be much pecuniary benefit to be had. Even so, despite his own express and implied protestations, Vento could not help but concede to her points. Despite his acceptance of her sentiments to go with him to Ranunculus, he did, however, wonder as to why she suddenly lost the spark though since he just wanted to unload the heavy topics now so they can completely enjoy their day and let it end on a high note. After all, even a technical misanthrope like Vento knew what it means to spoil the fun with bad news. As such, the scholar turned his head to the maiden who practically just killed the festive mood with her attempt to be responsible and mature, pondering of whatever it was that he could have said that would have made her lose her appetite despite practically being in one of the best picnic spots in the city. Vento raised an eyebrow, somewhat confused. “What are you talking about? The time we leave for Ranunculus would be for you to decide. All I said was that I plan for us to leave for Ranunculus Town tomorrow, but I never said anything about the time. For all I care, we can leave at ’11:59:59 PM’ tomorrow night since the town is just a short jump away with Teleportation Magic,” he clarified as he stuffed another dumpling into his mouth with a satisfied hum, savoring the steamed shrimp and pork it held inside before washing it all down with a gulp of gray tea before continuing. “You even said it yourself, right? That we are both equal? That counts with decision-making too; although I reserve the right to veto should it seem like a bad idea,” he said. With concern somewhat evident in his new expression, Vento further inquired, “Is everything okay with you, Tsuna?” Another question came. “Would you have rather heard of the bad news last after the day is over?” asked the teen. “I know you were emotional so I wanted to spare you a glum end to the day since I doubt you would have wanted to hear grim news like that after enjoying yourself. With your sour reaction, I guess you are the kind of person who wants to get the bad news last. Well, at least now I know what to put up first the next time I feed you tidbits of information.” Taking in the last piece of the jumbo dumplings into his mouth, the scholar let out a small, satisfied sigh, content with the meal being a proper substitute for their ruined breakfast at the Traveler’s Inn. With his gastronomic cravings sated for the time being, he now looked upon his partner’s own needs since she stopped enjoying herself when it was she who decidedly suggested that they go out in the first place. It was probably yet another one of the heiress’ infamous mood swings. Thankfully, by this time, he knew how to handle them much better not only because he had been exposed to it numerous times within the past week alone, but also, they did not have any pressing matter to attend to that would justify the exercise of necessarily stringent methods of control. Women, why do they always have to be such a pain? “Hey,” he hollered, attempting to knock some of her old spark back into the redhead who so obviously masked her discontent under a façade of fake smiles and forced amity. He should know; a fun-loving air-head like Tsuna, who practically beamed sunshine during their little shopping spree, would not call their down-time as ‘wasting time’ without trying to hide her displeasure under feigned stoicism masked by exuberance. “Tsuna, while I admire your desire to go to Ranunculus post-haste, even rest and relaxation are important to the success of any endeavor,” Vento explained. “Anything in excess is bad, be it work or play; except in my case since either one makes no difference with me. With you, however, you deserve a break – that is partly why we are here in the first place. So here is the deal – after we go to the bookstore and have our lunch, whatever we do from thereon out until we leave for Ranunculus would be your call; in other words, your way, your rules. How about it? Sound good?” He continued. “I asked for your opinion since, as an equal, I wanted to hear your side. Now that you said that you want to go despite everything, there is nothing left to do but to enjoy the day. After all, this is not just about me, but also, about you – as my equal, my tool, my woman-for-the-day, and as a partner.” Edited by heiner777, Jun 22 2016, 08:13 PM.
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| Mariko | Jun 23 2016, 06:25 AM Post #34 |
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Vento quickly sensed Tsuna's deprecating mood, which was not really hard to notice in the first place. As expected, the teen easily figured out that the gloom was attributable to the earlier out-of-time revelation and expressed his concern, slowly figuring out that the heiress preferred to hear such news at the end of the day. Even if she did not need to answer his query since he had already figured out the answer, the girl opted to convey her thoughts verbally so as to help both of them: for Vento, so as he would not second-guess or be led to another conclusion later on, and for Tsuna, so as she could release what was on her chest to avoid dragging the man into more headaches caused by the bottled-up emotional load. "Of course I do!" exclaimed the girl, referring to her preference of having the good things first before hearing the unfortunate ones. "How would you even enjoy the rest of the day if you know you'll be in the gates of hell or something similar to it tomorrow? It's not that easy to just set it aside for a few hours and do other task without the thought of it haunting you!" Slowly, the frustration turned into agitation while she ranted, "Tell me the day isn't ruined yet when first, I just want to have some good breakfast with you but then a pig in heat ruined it, you got drugged and everyone thinks his death was my fault. Then a simple clothes shopping turned into a hoo ha involving supernatural things, and right after that, we haven't even started to do anything together something like that news comes up when you could have just waited until we get to do something. Ah!" With knitted brows to express her exasperation, the redhead pulled her legs together to hug it, propping her chin on her knees while watching the serenity of the creek. In her eyes, the paleness of the surroundings disappeared in favor of having the colors subjected to high saturation as influenced by her irritation. Viewed in this perspective, the picnic spot was still not the best-looking one. The redhead clung tightly onto the idea that contravened everyone's belief that the best should be saved for last. Despite her mood swings that could trigger to run short an ordinary person's fuse, the levelheaded researcher should be commended for trying to contain the situation and redeem the festive air between the two of them by first making sure that the girl knew he admired how determined and the immediency she expressed to accompany him to Ranunculus Town, then make her understand that despite the turn of events sounded like there was an urgency, taking this day-off was best for the two of them, especially for the woman, which led to him offering a deal: whatever they would be doing after lunch until they leave for Ranunculus would be anything the cross dresser wanted to do. Pulling her chin off her knees, she made small stomping motions before crossing her legs with her feet underneath her buttocks, arms crossed in front of her chest and a pout on her lips. Princess Tsuna was starting to throw a tantrum. "Do you really think that'll save the day?" her question was in a higher pitch, "even if you buy me white roses before we go to an archery range, then touch the orange clouds while watching the sparks fly on top the tallest building in Poinsettia, then in the evening just get laid after dinner and finally the next morning surprise me with something heartwarming and unexpected, it can't really change how horrible things turn out! Argh! It doesn't help that I can't tell you I like you so much just yet that trying not to say hurts my head! Aaargh! Why is this day so wrong?! Is it so hard to give a girl a decent date?! Aaaargh! I just want Vento and a date, a date, a date, A DATE!" she was teary eyed. Catching her breath, the girl moved through her buttocks so that her back would be facing Vento with a loud 'hmp!', arms still crossed. Ugh, really... Tsuna... you already said what you wanted to do... and a lot more. Edited by Mariko, Jun 23 2016, 06:30 AM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 24 2016, 06:49 AM Post #35 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Without as much mental debate as with any task given before him to perform, the young researcher rose from his seated position and stretched himself while basking in the morning sun. His visage was as stern and stone-faced as ever, although the picturesque surroundings made him look like a marble statue with one arm left unfinished. “So that is it? Nothing else?” he reiterated, puzzled at the simplicity of Tsuna’s requests that – in Vento’s perspective – were as simple as the simple-minded simpleton that the heiress was to him. There was no intellectual pursuit, no greater objective to be had, and certainly no betterment to be obtained – a pointless series of acts in the eyes of a young man who saw everything that did not involve mental exertions and deep thought as ‘pointless’. A grunt escaped Vento’s lips, the young man now starting to regret his decision to give Tsuna free reign over their entire agenda for two days. It merely involved buying flowers, shooting projectiles at targets, sightseeing at the highest point in Poinsettia, having dinner, engage in carnal congress after that, and finally do something ‘thoughtful’ and ‘heartwarming’. She even made a point that she only wanted a date and him, throwing a tantrum like a child in the face of what seemed to be an insurmountable obstacle that prevented them from enjoying their day in a normal manner. Vento was utterly confused regarding the importance of having a ‘normal date’, whatever that was, since his pocket books and novels only spoke of such things in fantastical tales that clearly had no basis in reality considering the volatile nature of the human psyche, among other factors. So it is about trying to make the most unbelievable experience as possible, is it? To fool the mind into experiencing the fantastical than what is real? What rubbish – those stories only exist in books and novels, he thought. If this is a challenge because she thinks that I am incapable of applying knowledge to such trivial acts to make them story-like, then she has another thing coming. Do not underestimate me, your stupid girl. Determined to prove what he thought was Tsuna trying to mock his ability to ply his trade into something less practical than the advancement of magical technology and arcane sciences, Vento stormed off while demanding his red-haired partner to follow suit as quickly as she could so they can maximize the time left. You mock my abilities, you imbecile?! Hah! Not only will I meet your expectations, I will also exceed them. Prepare yourself, fool – I will give you an experience you shan’t forget so easily! The midday sun held a wide smile as Tsuna and Vento went about their day in accordance to the former’s wishes, albeit with a small twist. They visited the bookstore first, Poinsettia’s largest repository of knowledge fit for mass consumption due to the wide variety of titles and genres from art to zoology just waiting to be read. However, upon getting there, Vento was horrified to know that there was an abundant stock on fashion and lifestyle magazines on display which sold like hotcakes. It made Vento worry for the scholastic ability of the city’s youth if their interests revolved around such trivial subjects. Nevertheless, he got what he came for – a book on Lost Magic as well as a handbook on basic hazardous lacrima handling. He discreetly got two more books, one of which is a small pocket guidebook on sexual positions designed to best stimulate one’s partner. Second on the list was lunch, and with that, the scholar took Tsuna to a traditional Oriental restaurant situated at the top of a hill right next to a shrine where they dined on famed dishes served on hot rocks, wooden blocks, and sterilized palm tree leaves. While not the best of the best food of the day, it offered the best value-for-money considering the wonderful cuisine along with a beautiful panoramic view of the city underneath the afternoon sun. Once finished with their meals, he guided his date to the next stop in their travel itinerary. The Huntsman’s Copse was a fine establishment well-known in the city that catered to sportsmen in the field of both archery and shooting. It offered classes on techniques on being a proper bowman or gunman, all the while letting one practice shooting with the many holographic targets that pop up in the shooting range to simulate a realistic hunting expedition. This was where a majority of the time was unintentionally spent, primarily since an extremely frustrated Vento just would not stop until he could hit at least one target. He started off with the bow and followed an instructor’s tips to the letter, his form the very picture of a professional archer’s stance. However, try as he might – even to the bafflement of the instructor himself – all of the young man’s shot steered clear as if it considered making a hit by the scholar’s hand was an unspoken taboo between target and projectile. A total of three hundred rifle rounds and one hundred arrow bolts were fired, and miraculously, none of which managed to hit even the nearest target at twenty five meters. It was an astronomical failure and one that was recorded in the establishment’s Hall of Fame as the ‘Worst Shot-Hit Ratio Ever Recorded’ with a perfect zero percent hit rate – worse than a blind man with a blindfold on. That degree of failure took an absurd degree of skill, or rather, lack thereof. Dismayed with his absolutely dismal performance at the range, Vento doubled his efforts by booking a one-night room and dinner reservation at the sky-top restaurant called the Unicorn’s Horn, the eponymous restaurant located at the very top of the thirty-story landmark which served as both an indoor mall, amusement park, and five-star hotel. After all, if both of them were going to have their first times having sex, it might as well be in a place that was as unforgettable as the event they plan on doing later that night. Time passed on and eventually, Tsuna’s third-to-the-last request was honored at the same time as her fourth one – to touch the orange clouds at one of the highest places in Poinsettia while having a sumptuous dinner where the two enjoyed the finest in Poinsettia’s cuisine as they dined on pasta, pastries, and cold-cut meats, along with a bottle of Dolcetto wine. No expense was spared for that one special night, for in all of the years Vento had worked, this was the very first time he had splurged to splendidly on himself and on another. His salary as a field researcher was finally put to use after almost two years of hardly being spent, and the establishments of Poinsettia were all too willing to give in to whatever desire Vento and Tsuna wished in exchange. It is at this point in the day, at the end of their meal, do we encounter Vento once more; his casual attire replaced by a dashing almost all-black number with a white long-sleeved undershirt and a red tie, still clean and crisp as the day he had bought at the mall just hours before. His countenance bore the gentle fatigue of their day-long celebration that bordered on hedonistic pleasure-seeking, but at the same time, held restraint he thought best to unleash in their private bedroom where he and Tsuna would finally do the deed. His lips were curled into a smirk, the wine finally fulfilling its purpose of emboldening the scholar for what comes next. He was just waiting for his date to finish enjoying her dinner before the two of them would retreat into their private world away from the glittering lights to partake of their nocturnal passions. “So, how is it?” Vento inquired with a tone of condescension, “Still think that I ruined the day for you?” |
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| Mariko | Jun 24 2016, 11:21 AM Post #36 |
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At the tallest man-made point in Poinsettia which housed one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city, or rather in the whole of Fiore, called Unicorn's Horn, a pair of equally stunning individuals shared the best spot in the restaurant, which featured an unobstructed view of the city as well as the picturesque orange-lavender sunset sky. Tsuna sported in a red long dress from Hot Culture, while her hair was styled in soft waves which completed the simple yet chic and timeless look. On the other hand, Vento wore a formal ensemble, which made the teen researcher a headturner, and prompted for the lady's chest to ache in glee whenever her eyes would catch a glimpse of him. She could not look straight at him or else she would flush as red as her dress. Hence, during the entire meal she would either look at the table, focus on the ambience, or wherever she could not see Vento, while trying her best to act normally and not like a kōhai madly obsessing over her senpai. Apart from the conscious aversion, it could be noticed that there was not a single hint of exhaustion that could be seen on the visage of the young red-haired heiress. In fact, the glow that was lost during their conversation in the picnic spot returned, and it was much brighter than before. “So, how is it? Still think that I ruined the day for you?” her raven-haired date inquired with a smirk on his lips. The lady took her third sip of her first glass of wine that night before answering his question, albeit still not drawing her eyes upon him. She was limiting her wine intake knowing how weakly she could handle them, which could be quite evident at this moment: she just had three sips and her cheeks were already pink. "Hmm.... Since you made me laugh so hard at Huntsman's Copse, I can say the day is good enough," the young lady giggled while recalling how Vento ended up being in the Hall of Fame as the 'Worst Shot-Hit Ratio Ever Recorded'. It was a lot of fun, or maybe only for Tsuna who was amused at how the scholar miserably missed every target but was too persistent to keep on trying. On the contrary, Tsuna ended up in the Hall of Fame as the one opposite of Vento. All the 210 arrows she fired hit the bull's eye, as if the arrows were of metal and the target was a magnet, while out of 50 rifle rounds fired, all but three missed and that was during the first ten minutes of the session when she was still learning the hoops. However that should be expected since the girl had been into these kind of stuffs, especially archery, since her childhood. Before the young man could retaliate and make her pay for everything they ate, the redhead revealed it was just a joke, "I kid. Though, seriously, it's splendid." She turned her head to enjoy the view while she continued, letting her thoughts be heard without a care whether Vento liked it or not, "I had dates before but they are never like this. Yeah, been to elite members-only clubs, dined to classy restaurants, traveled to several places, had fine food and spirits, but it felt detached... it was more of a business meeting than a really personal date, constantly talking about figures, shares in stocks, sales, business proposals, yada - yada... it made me think maybe men only liked me for money." She paused, a small pout on her lips along with a hint of gloom on her eyes. After a few seconds, as if pulling herself out of the muck that was all inside her head, she turned to the ravenhead and smiled, none of the earlier negative emotions could be discerned. She looked at him for some time without speaking, Tsuna started to get lost in his presence. The pink hues on her cheeks turned red as she felt her heart beating faster once again. Hopelessly entranced indeed, but the lady needed to speak, or else he might ask why she was just looking at him. The girl fought the force and shook her head, then shifting the focus of her azure orbs on her plate, "You, on the other hand, did all of these because you want me to be happy. At least, even if you're callous at times, you seem to care about me whether I am my surname or not. Even if a lot of times you weren't that much of a gentleman, you made me feel that I deserved to be spoiled not because of an approval of a business proposal in return, but just... because I am your woman... well... even for just today... even if it sucks that it's just for today... At least whatever happens tomorrow in Ranunculus, I can die happily since I already experienced how to have a normal date." Yes, this was a normal date... except for her second to the last request. Initially she was just curious if he would really take that seriously, and now knowing that he had booked a night for them in a posh hotel Tsuna had no choice but to go ahead and enjoy it. Besides, there was too much sexual tension between the two of them since day one, maybe it was just time to let it all out. "Thank you, Vento," she said before taking another small bite of the last of her ziti. "Also I forgot to tell you, you look drop-dead gorgeous tonight." Then another sip of the dry Dolcetto wine. ----- Spoiler: click to toggle
Edited by Mariko, Jun 24 2016, 12:20 PM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 25 2016, 04:01 AM Post #37 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Vento suppressed a sigh of chagrin when he was reminded by Tsuna of his horrible performance at the Huntsman’s Copse which, as rightfully immortalized by a few pictures and a printed certificate, held him as the one who possessed the dubious honor of having the worst aim in the history of the business. Even Vento did not know what had happened since his stance, breathing, and even the follow-through to his acts in holding the low-caliber practice rifle were by-the-book. Regardless, not a single one of his shots made their mark, even when he used the low-recoil bow-gun for his arrow shots. In contrast, Tsuna, likewise garnered an award, but hers was the best shot-to-hit ratio ever recorded from a non-professional shooter. Tsuna went on to describe how this was the first time she had a ‘normal date’ and explained why the young woman was so intent of having one in the first place. All her recent life, she enlightened, men would often treat her to expensive outings and other fanciful experiences all the while talking about matters related to their family business. It made her feel like they were just there for the money, and Vento surprisingly agreed – it meant that such people were inefficient and lacked the proper social graces of men of their status as they did not know when one job stopped and another one began. As people he admired their work ethic; as workers, he could only label them as inefficient. “I guess they were too busy thinking of their money to think of having you all to themselves,” teased Vento, his eyes silently adoring Tsuna’s incredible attractiveness with her stylish red dress jealously hugging every curve of her pristine, milky body. He looked forward to slowly taking off her clothes later as a child would anxiously wait for the day he could unwrap his birthday present. While Vento never had one before, he figured that the gift he would receive later on would more than make up for nineteen years without one. Even so, despite his own carnal longing, the youth was likewise fair, and afforded Tsuna the opportunity to back out, if she was not ready for it. “In any case,” he continued, “I will be going on ahead to the room to prepare for your arrival. I do not want to force you to do anything you are not prepared to do, so if you come in before the clock strikes midnight, that means that you are willing to give yourself to me, a stranger you just met and got to know in only a week’s time, and we will have each other to ourselves until morning. Any length of time after that, you will no longer be my woman and vice versa – no hard feelings,” said Vento before standing up from his seat and walking away. “In any case, this was an interesting experience, getting to know you like this. I have obtained some useful data about female interaction which I will be sure to make use of in the future. Thank you for the wonderful evening.” Vento arrived at the room and opened the lights, the illumination flooding in from every corner of the honeymoon suite. Vento stood at the doorway admiring the interior design of their accommodations for the night which could not be any more luxurious in his eyes; a collision of centuries lay out in front of him. Oriental carpets lined the floor while colorful tapestries and paintings adorned the walls, windows, and sliding door that lead to the balcony. Despite this, the room bristled with the latest in lacrima-powered devices from a timeline different than the furnishings. It was Old World luxury meets New World convenience overlooking the Poinsettia nightscape from a vantage point only few have ever seen it from – Vento could not help but marvel at the genius who designed everything to fit into everything else. Despite his astonishment at the room itself, Vento wasted no time in pulling out the white roses and white rose petals he had purchased in secret from the flower vendor at the ground floor as he began spreading the petals all over the room, with the bouquet of white roses placed on top of the bed. Once done, the scholar took off his clothes and underwear and laid them neatly onto the coffee table on the right side of the room which led into the large Jacuzzi-bathroom, the stark nakedness of his pale skin complimenting the white of the roses that were all around the room. To add a finishing touch to create the perfect ambiance, Vento lowered the intensity of the lighting into a soft glow that accentuated the brightness of the flowers before he, finally, positioned himself at the balcony, hiding in the shadows, and waiting to surprise Tsuna once she came in— —if she would come in before midnight. 10:30AM, he thought, now to just wait and see what happens next. |
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| Mariko | Jun 25 2016, 06:54 AM Post #38 |
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Phck.
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Words were like daggers that cut through her flesh, leaving not a single inch unharmed and not bleeding. Vento's words reinforced the fact that today's daydream would not last, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was the truth both of them had to face, the truth the heiress of the Kushinada household dared not to hear but was told of it anyway. Realities, like his words and his ice-cold stance, were always harsh. "Right," the lady in red with her azure eyes lowered bitterly replied as the young man rose from his seat. Once Vento had moved away from the table Tsuna started biting the inside of her cheek to the point she could taste her own blood which only prompted her to reach out for her wine glass with her shaking hand, clenching onto its bowl tightly before drawing the rim onto her lips, emptying it of its contents. While keeping her best to hold back her tears so her visage would not be filled with horrendous mascara lines, a woman in her late 20's wearing an elegant navy blue cocktail dress with her blonde hair in a stylish top bun moved from her seat to join the redhead, taking the place where Vento had his meal. A glass of sauvignon blanc on her hand, the mildly tanned woman peered through the heiress' eyes before attempting to strike a conversation. "I saw your man leave," the blonde said, "let me guess, a lover's quarrel?" "It isn't a lover's quarrel," Tsuna replied promptly, "we're not even lovers. Why do you care?" "Oh I got curious since I just saw everything, worried that you're like me, left by vicious ill-hearted men. By the way, I got stood up by my date," The fine lady sipped on her glass. "You're not lovers huh? Then why the long face?" It seemed like misery indeed loves company. Tsuna narrated what she and her raven-haired date had discussed before he left, further revealing how painful it was to hear what he said and the reason for such pain. The other lady seemed to understand, nodding every now and then while enjoying every drop of her smokey drink. "Then don't show up." "I did that before in another circumstance, it didn't go well. I said that's what I want, so maybe even if it would hurt tomorrow, I think I just need to go." The lady sighed, "children nowadays can't really wait, huh? We keep on saying haste makes waste but your generation doesn't believe it. You want everything in an instant. You don't enjoy the sweetness of anticipation and waiting. You run with all your might and never care if you crash onto something. You are all bullheaded. You have heads of steel, yet your hearts are as fragile as crystals. Just a tap and your hearts crumble," her long fingers moved in a way as if making waves as she spoke of the frailty of girls' hearts. The red head rolled her eyes as she poured wine on her glass, the second for that night, while shaking due to the words that harassed her and the alcohol she already had taken. "I don't think there is anything I can do for you since you seem to have decided, but let me tell you something based on experience: if you do it, there is a high chance that you'll get more attached to him, and it wouldn't be good for you especially if he could just easily say you're not his woman anymore after pleasing himself. If you think that giving yourself up will make him like you, then you're wrong. You're taking a common but dreadfully painful path. Anyway, good luck, girl. May your orgasms worth every confusion and pain you'll feel the next day." Finally the nosy stranger picked up her own glass and moved back to her own table, leaving the young heiress as she watched her in silence. It seemed that the blonde was unimpressed with Tsuna's decision; perhaps she knew better, but at least she had given the heiress something to ponder on. It was up to her if she would take this common path the 'modern' people take. And indeed Tsuna debated with her head using her arguments against the woman's. ... which would probably not solve anything since the girl wasn't adept in any task which involved thinking. Feeling a little dizzy, Tsuna stood in front of the door for a good ten minutes, but never dared to make a sound. Since after the talk, she had pondered on the unsolicited advice and the the voices inside her head of different tones and pitches, all belonging to her. She had already freshened up physically, none of what they took for dinner could be traced from her scent or her looks, but her mind was still plagued with unresolved thoughts. It wasn't the sexual union that night that bothered her; she might be unexperienced but she thought that all those colored magazines in Daiki's personal stash she used to secretly snoop on were enough to give her an idea what she should do. What bothered her though was everything Vento said that would happen later, along with what the blonde stranger said that conflicted in her 'wants'. It was a few minutes to midnight. She had to do something. ... which she might regret later. It did not matter if people warned her. She was stubborn, and would continue to be one. "You asked for this. Just savor the moment. Live for the moment. Tomorrow will be a different story, so just enjoy what will happen tonight, okay? Pretend that he would stay forever even if he won't, it isn't like you weren't living in a big daydream even before. If you fall harder than you have now after tonight, then fall, even if no one will catch you --- that's life. At least even for a few hours you felt how it is to be his woman, and for a few hours he was yours. So much for making memories...." An exasperated sigh escaped her lips before making an action, this time slowly opening the door. A few steps past it before it gently closed and Tsuna, found her way deeper inside the honeymoon suite. Her eyes glistened at the romantic ambience that greeted the lady, chasing away all the worries and inhibitions she had. White rose petals were scattered around, as if the oriental carpets were not enough to cushion the feet of the goddess in procession. A bouquet of white roses was on top of the bed, her favorite of all flowers, which the lady in red gently picked up and cradled. For some reason, of all the white roses she had received her entire life, these were the most beautiful ones. The soft dim lights added an interesting touch to the scattered petals and the paintings on the walls. It also emphasized the existence of the only red in the ocean of whites, a color that stood out demanding attention the same way her incomparable charm craved for a certain man's affection. 11:58 PM. There was no turning back.... if only Vento was around. Edited by Mariko, Jun 25 2016, 09:22 AM.
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| heiner777 | Jun 25 2016, 07:59 PM Post #39 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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A damp-haired Adonis with a missing right arm stepped out from his marble throne inside the Jacuzzi-bathroom having just finished a quick hot shower after waiting outside the cold balcony for more than an hour in anticipation of Tsuna’s arrival. Admittedly it was not his best idea to commit to a surprise entrance since the chilled air almost turned him whiter than he already was. Steamy and fresh off from drying himself off with a towel, Vento returned to the sight of a Venus in a hot-red gown that clothed the red-haired goddess who was wreathed in flame. He felt wildly drawn to her once more, his loins emboldened by the mere sight of Tsuna in all her loveliness. This time, however, the true extent of his longing was no longer covered by any flimsy piece of cloth – he knew what he was getting into and he knew that he wanted her. To think that earlier that day, he had cried himself to orgasm twice from utter confusion towards his own feelings towards Tsuna, but as the day progressed, he slowly admitted to himself that there was something about the teen which his drew his primal male instincts to her. He refused to acknowledge it in the beginning, but as soon as she showed her hidden elegance, however, he was introduced to desires he did not know he even had. With a predatory stride, Vento stealthily crept behind Tsuna before, in one fierce heartbeat, his single arm wrapped around the young woman’s waist as the bare-naked incubus pressed his body against the back of the siren cloaked in fire and leaned in to whisper his seductions into her waiting ear. “Did you like the flowers? I thought they worked best when used in this manner than just simply buying it for you at the start,” explained Vento then playfully teased Tsuna by nibbling her right ear lobe after he spoke. He resumed feeding the heiress his honeyed allurements. “You are so beautiful, Tsuna; so unbelievably gorgeous that even now I still think that being here with you feels like a dream – a dream that is, unfortunately, about to end in a few hours,” he whispered, “but that what makes it precious, I think; at least, for now. Things are beautiful because they must end, because if they last forever, people will start taking it for granted. Knowing this, it allows us to fully immerse ourselves in it until the last moment – that everlasting moment that will be with us for all time. Well, that is, until the next time we fall into a dream.” Slowly, his hands reached for the bouquet Tsuna had cradled and gently tossed the roses onto the bed. He then guided his lover-for-the-night to turn around to face him until once again their eyes gazed into each other’s colors. Vento traced Tsuna’s face right down to her figure and began to undress her – clothing and all – until all that was left was her divine nakedness. He smiled and kissed his partner lightly on the lips before continuing his train of thought. “Having that said, until the day comes when we can allow ourselves to dream once more, let me be your man until the very end,” declared Vento. Satisfied that he had conveyed his message across to Tsuna, Vento now fully endeavored himself into being a lover worthy of Tsuna’s passions, even if it were just for one night. As a devout pilgrim faced before the altar of his patron goddess, Vento went down on his knees and pressed his hand against the unspoiled grandeur of the naked Venus before him. There, upon the dais of beauty, he pressed his lips against the chalice devoted to the object of his faith and greedily drank the sweet nectar of youth, being careful not to let a single drop spill out of the precious container by guiding the liquid into his mouth in the hope that his deity would shower him with her grace. Once done, the young man allowed his hand to guide the divine manifestation of loveliness onto the feathery softness of the bed where he would worship her prodigious form the way it was meant to be. “You might feel some pain at the start, but I promise to make use of everything I have learned to make sure that I do not hurt you too much. I promise to be as gentle as possible,” he said, readying to devote his golden scepter in the name of his goddess. “Tell me where it feels good for you; I want nothing else that to please you, willingly enslaved to your charm, until I wake up from this dream.” Thus, the pilgrim’s vigil began. |
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| Mariko | Jun 26 2016, 03:26 AM Post #40 |
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Phck.
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The maiden felt her heart skipped a beat upon realizing the an arm was wrapped around her and the possibility that, based on heat that passed through her fiery red garment, the body that was closely pressed against her own was in its barest form, that it was real and not anymore a part of her imagination. There was a considerable change in the pace of her breathing, especially when the tease behind her started to speak before giving affections to her ear which made her knees tremble in the sudden surge of exhiliration. She was not able to properly answer his question aside from a nod and a hum of affirmation in a shaky voice. His silken voice filled her senses with words sweeter than ambrosia which forced her earlier melancholy to the farthest fragment of her consciousness. Upon the slightest mention of it, Tsuna quickly rebuked him with her dulcet voice. "S-shhhh~ For once, bear with me. Even if it is against your beliefs, for once let us lie to each other. Until the sun shines, let us pretend this dream has no ending." With his hand guiding her movements, the lady was made to turn, finally revealing to her that Vento was not a demon but a god, that her defiled existence needed to be atoned before the union of vestal souls could commence. “Having that said, until the day comes when we can allow ourselves to dream once more, let me be your man until the very end.” The redhead caressed the side of his chiseled face, orbs locked onto each other's, "--- and I, the only woman in your world." It was a selfish desire, but humans were prone to such, even if they were before an entity of higher existence. The moment the strong and mighty went down on his knees to give her a glimpse of how heavenly beings work, nothing escaped the woman's lips but melodic praises, hums of thanksgiving and pleas of repentance for she was unworthy to be succumbed to such a miracle. For she was a sinner, and the fluid that flowed through her entirety was a philter enough to dethrone a god from his high throne. However, this god was benevolent. He took in the philter may it meant that one day he might turn into a human just like her. Once satisfied with the potion, he gently laid her down the soft altar of sacrifice, the bouquet of roses which the man tossed earlier within an arm's length away. Tsuna's entirety --- the every curve of the young woman's bare body, her fragile heart and willing soul ---- was the offering to this beautiful raven-haired divinity before her. But offerings should befit the god to whom it was given, and hence to become worthy of his affections for the night, after his declaration the lady pressed her soft lips onto his, and in an exchange of breaths and fierce heartbeat Tsuna confessed the entirety of her sins --- if her unbridled longing and desire to fully etch her image on his mind for him to cherish the rest of his life were considered sins. To further reinforce her utmost apology for her trespasses, the arms that once embraced the riches of the earth wrapped around Vento's divine form, taking her time to have these arms of greed sanctified by his warmth. The lower limbs that ran away from prophecies brushed against those belonging to this god, absolving them of their own misdemeanor, the times they tried to fight their fate. All the lies and transgressions that bound the redhead's pitiful soul were swept away until what remained was honesty and purity resonating within the every fiber of her being. Having that said, the offering took it upon herself to fulfil her duty to finally commune with her god, as he had communed with her earlier, by guiding him to a stance only heavenly entities like him could assume. With the mouthpiece to heaven, her spirit uttered songs of worship and an earnest prayer in this rare reverie. Needless to say, the offering was ready but took a part of their time together to make sure her god would be as pleased as she was. On his cue, she was more than willing to have the holy sword finally strike her down, so the flames of desire could consume her, and once fully burned, her existence would be the incense that would reach the heavens. Amen. Edited by Mariko, Jun 26 2016, 03:50 AM.
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