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Post by Yamiko on Mar 17, 2016 18:19:51 GMT -7
 submission to the master,
put me on your latex bed
i won't breathe pretend i'm dead
Reika was going all out with the festivities. Yamiko had felt especially energetic as of late, though she couldn't figure out why. Her twin, the real Yamato wasn't any closer, but she still had the feeling that something was coming. it had her feeling a little funny, excited, but funny. That morning, she was hot, especially hot. She thought maybe she was sick, but she didn't get colds so she'd told Reika she was staying in tonight. So she showered and stripped down to nothing but a pair of panties and an over sized pink shirt and approached that electric bed. She'd been here close to four months now, at least since Christmas and now it was St. Patrick's Day. She still had dreams, every night, those memories telling the story of what had happened to Vergil and Dante back then. She was getting used to them, sometimes they were the same, sometimes not. She thought about Vergil often, somehow, she found herself missing him. She figured they must be residual memories from the actual Yamato; that or her imagination. How could she miss someone she'd never met? She decided she'd be afraid to meet him, he was so powerful, and what a pokerface. Though he could smile, she'd seen it in her dreams, it had happened a least once. He did care for Dante, that much she could tell, he wasn't heartless. In fact, she felt she almost knew why he needed so much power. Still, if she were a wolf in the presence of it's alpha, she'd be showing her belly in an instant before such a master. She crawled into the bed, the static of it's energy coursing through her, over her skin. It made her feel a little better. The thing was though, she didn't really feel bad, just off. She lay under the covers and stared out the open window, listening to the city. Something....something familiar was nearby. Eventually she let it go, drifting off to sleep. She tossed one way, then the other, until one leg was free of the blanket and she cuddled it between her legs, sleeping deeply. Mostly unaware that her master, the very man she thought was a myth and now dreamed of meeting, would soon be returning home. kiss my lips and say goodnight
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 20:25:18 GMT -7
Immediately after crossing the threshold he knew something was wrong. the apartment while clean did not give the impression of emptiness in fact appeared to be currently occupied. quietly moving through the living room and kitchen he saw more evidence of his house guest's existence , a plate in the drying rack, a half fool garbage can,and other small hints. continuing on he caught a small whiff of the intruders presence coming from the bedroom.
oddly this presence didn't set off the normal territorial rage of his demon side. instead seeming both familiar and welcome, like a old friend had returned. shaking way theses thoughts he entered the bedroom to find a pale silver headed girl asleep on his bed. for a moment he stood next to the bed watching her . she was both familiar and unfamiliar , his mind told him that he had never met this pretty young thing. but his instinct howled in recognition but was unable to put a name or memory to her face so there he stood contemplating what to do about this situation, he then decides the first step would be to wake up his 'guest'.
reaching over to the bedside lamp he switched it on and spoke in a clear bland tone. "Don't you know its rude to sleep in another person's bed without permission?" whilst ignoring the impulse to reach out and grab her, schooling his features into a blank disinterested mask watching as she awoke.
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Post by Yamiko on Mar 17, 2016 20:42:30 GMT -7
submission to the master,
put me on your latex bed
i won't breathe pretend i'm dead
In her dreams, he was there, for the first time he was looking at her, and she was herself, rather than seeing through his eyes as his sword. He was just standing there, looking at her. She was going to say something to him, but then a voice reached through her thoughts, rousing her. Her heavily makeup covered eyes wide and she shot up, heart skipping a beat as she thought perhaps she was still dreaming but no, here he was, in the flesh. Real and just as intimidating as Dante, no, moreso. It was HIM. Her mouth fell open, she was in awe, completely star struck. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out but squeaks. "V-V-Vergil!" She finally breathed, and then suddenly felt beyond self conscious, hair disheveled from sleep she pulled the blanket to cover her naked legs. She felt like she had beet explain, and fast. She swallowed, trembling. What should she say? Where should she start? "I-I'm.....I'm.....I am.....I was, I mean, I'm here because...." her cheeks turned pink as she shook in place. Her body felt so electric, full of him, his energy. It was invigorating, filling her. She finally felt like she could breathe perfectly, like she could before Yamato had been lost. It was amazing, perfect. She felt so good, if it weren't for the nerves. She felt a strange relief too. "I-I-I'm" she meant to say "your sword" but it came out oddly and her voice cracked, it sounded like she said "I'm yours." which was true in a way, but not the right thing to say. She shook her head and forced herself to crawl forward, she wasn't trying to be provocative, but due to her attire and position, it was inevitable. Awed, she looked more closely, she wanted to touch him, be in his hand, but....she knew what would happen, and that was a scary thought. Just then she realized it really WAS a scary thought and fought the urge to recoil. Instead, she leaned even closer, wide eyed. "You....you're really...real..." kiss my lips and say goodnight
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 22:01:11 GMT -7
"And why wouldn't i be real. and more importantly how do you know me? " he was taken aback by the array of emotions that flew across her face and by her words. what did she mean by being 'his'. so many questions to ask, who was she how did she get here why had Reika let her into his apartment . and why was his hand reaching out to her without his bidding!
the hand in question grabbed her outstretched hand and all those questions vanished in a flash of blue light and in his hands was HIS sword and the answers to most of his questions.
he felt complete for the first time in long while. his sword the one that was always with him that helped him climb to heights of power he now possesses. and to think in the time it was away from him it had taken on a life of it own... of her own. now he wanted to hear her words and be heard by what was once his closest companion.
'Change back'
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Post by Yamiko on Mar 18, 2016 9:56:45 GMT -7
submission to the master,
put me on your latex bed
i won't breathe pretend i'm dead
His voice poured out into the air and through her mind, so familiar. She was close enough to smell his scent, feel his breath falling over her cheeks. Even as her hand hovered near his cheek, she felt the energy, a sort of connection. It was too soon when Vergil's fingers curled around her hand, warm and strong and so...right. Her transformation that had been so violent and terrifying with Dante was entirely different. Rather than archs of blue electricity, this warm blue light enveloped ehr from the point of contact. Once again she stopped breathing, stopped seeing, stopped feeling, only to be able to do so all over again as Yamato the sword. The metallic sound of her voice vibrated down the blade. She didn't speak, but rather let out a noise, somewhere between a sigh of relief and groan. In this form, in his hand, he had ultimate control over her everything. This was where she was meant to be, her place, her destiny. It was all connected to him. She could even feel his elation at holding his sword once more. It was mutual. If she'd been human, her heart would have been beating heavily, instead, as the sword, the blade trembled in his hand not with fear, but joy. When he prompted her to change back, "I don't think I ca..." came her metallic voice in his head, but then she felt it. Like a surge of energy that came directly from him, pulsing through her entire form. It felt warm, inviting, like all she needed to do was allow it to push a little farther, into the deepest part of her being. So she did, and teh warm blue ligt overwhelmed her until she felt ehr feet touch the ground. Now they stood near one another, Vergil still clutching the same hand he'd taken a moment ago. "Wha..but you...I can't..." she stammered, confused. She was being touched, by him, and she was a girl again. She was a girl again and being touched by him. She was confused as to how this was possible, her heart hammered against her chest and she looked up into his blue eyes. Instinct kicked in and she meant to back up to respectful distance. However as one foot stepped back, it happened to step on a part of the blanket that had fallen to the floor, it made her slip and fall back. Pulling Vergil, who mysteriously seemed like he was not letting go any time soon, on top of her back onto the bed. Natural bodily responses followed that, especially at the placement of one of his knees to graciously shoved between her legs to save him from falling entirely on top of her. New feelings she'd never felt before swam through her body. She stared up at him, feeling unfamiliar electricity spreading down her back to a place that had until recently only been equated with crimson and suffering. Not knowing what it was, she assumed it was just another affect of his energy on her. Regardless, it still turned her cheeks pink and her fingers twitched in his hand. kiss my lips and say goodnight
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Post by Reika on Mar 18, 2016 12:32:44 GMT -7
Entering from This other thread
Keeping up, was a stretch, with his longer legs he was a bit ahead of her, but she caught him at the top of the stairs staring down the hall. It seemed strange, him not being his confident self. Though I'm sure just about anyone would be hesitant in this situation with a family member.
Rather than wait for him Reika stepped around the road block and knocked twice before walking into Yam-meaning-Vergil's apartment, making a B-line for the bedroom. Yamiko was taking great care of the place, still tidy but obviously lived it. She was glad the girl was adjusting so well. Now there is a new adjustment needed. At the door her eyebrows shot up at the scene.
"Oh," her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the doorway, "well I see you two have met." The compromising position was only multiplied by the color in Yamiko's face, and she had to fight not to chuckle.
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Post by Dante on Mar 18, 2016 19:22:19 GMT -7
Standing there in the hall wasn't going to do anyone any good, and Reika's brush past him knocked loose the stuck gears. On her heels h followed her inside, feeling his brother's surge of power as they reached the door.
He stood a few paces back but with the bedroom door wide open he could see well enough. Despite his feeling for seeing his brother he chuckled at Reikas comment.
He couldn't really think of anything to say, which was unusual for him, normally witty comments just came from his lips like air. And this was awfully amusing, the first time he sees his brother in a year, and he finds him on top of a nearly naked girl, sound likea situation his brother would expect to ring Him in.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 17:42:36 GMT -7
'Of course the would show up now of all times they could have chosen.' He internally griped as he stood up with all the dignity of an offended cat. Pulling the girl to her feet as he did so then turned his eyes on his brother and his friend.
"Reika , I know you think human interaction would do me a lot of good. But really this is going a bit to far." Motioning to Yamiko, a small smirk and the barest hint of laugh lines at his eyes hinted at his dry attempt at humor.
Even now he had yet to let go of her hand. truly the thought of letting go hadn't yet crossed his mind. It seemed so natural for her to always be within his grasp with the gentle exchange of energies associated with a well behaved Devil arm.
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Post by Yamiko on Mar 29, 2016 18:15:27 GMT -7
submission to the master,
put me on your latex bed
i won't breathe pretend i'm dead
The voice of another had her blushing deeper, and though she recognized the voice, she couldn't bring herself to take her eyes off her master. She thought she could even hear a shadow of Dante's voice, actually she could feel the twin's energy. Still, mystified, she just tried to breathe. The warm energy from Vergil's hand flowing through her skin and throughout her body, maintaining her shape had her buzzing. He stood, pulling her with him, and somewhere among her daze, she was glad to feel the soft fabric of the shirt brush her thighs, once again covering her enough for her to look decent. Vergil spoke to the others, but not to her. That was okay, even as he turned from her she just watched his profile, like a child fascinated by art. Her fingers curled slightly, not wanting to hold his hand back, but also wanting to. Her other hand raised in a fist inside her too-long sleeve and rested against her chest. She hoped this feeling would never stop, she felt so alive, fulfilled. Eventually she snapped out of it long enough to shyly glance at Dante and Reika. Her attitude would usually have made her pull her hand away and try to act cool, but she couldn't. Or rather didn;t want to. Yeah. That's right, she could stand here and hold his hand--or rather let him hold hers, if she wanted. Totally. She wouldn't be embarrassed about that at all. Not...one...her eyes drifted back to the handsome half demon....bit. She flushed again and dropped her gaze, finding herself staring at his boots, and then their hands while the others spoke. kiss my lips and say goodnight
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Post by Reika on Mar 29, 2016 20:10:51 GMT -7
A chuckle rolled over her tongue as he gave them the closest to genuine humor she's ever gotten out of this brother. Then she noticed that he still hadn't let go of her, holding the grin on her lips.
"Well at least you like her," she winked as she pushed herself from the wall, "so, do we get to know any juicy details?" She hesitated to take a step towards Yamiko, eager to know if she had transformed again and if she was alright?
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Post by Dante on Mar 29, 2016 20:33:20 GMT -7
He had felt it, most definitely. before they had even reached the stairs Dante had felt his brother's power surge. Despite not being 100% it was unmistakable. He had stepped up behind Reika in the apartment, listening to the exchange before speaking up himself, taking Reika's place leaning in the door jam.
"You should have seen it a few months ago," he held up his hands in defense, "I didn't mean to touch her, I kind of couldn't help it." Looking his brother squarely he nodded to yamiko with his chin, "She changed in my hand, but I could tell immediate;y. it wasn't my hand she needed."
A smile crept over his face as well, though he wished he could demand his brother say where he's been, he decided it best not to start shit when he's only just returned. "It's good to have you back in town. how about drinks to celebrate?" If he on'y went by his brother's tolerance this would probably be a very bad idea, but he was still a little toasted and he could see the rising back to giddy Reika was too. Especially now that the adrenaline had worn off.
Speaking of, he grabbed his friend's arm to pull her back to and out the doorway, "We could at least give them some privacy," He led her across the hall to her own apartment to which she was surprised he still had a key, "Lets have another drink." he took himself to the kitchen getting several bottles down from on top of the fridge.
EXIT
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I liiiiiiiiiive!
