Taisa !YTVxxKH.bU 2009/10/27 (Tue) 23:07 No. 100821 ▼ File 125668484039.jpg - (399.09KB, 900x930 , 1819e4732c96e9d72c262278dd4c8ac7.jpg)
As much as you'd love to socialize with the wide selection of lovely (some less so than others) ladies slowly beginning to pool out of the room, you've got more pressing matters to attend to at the time. Such as, for example, seeing about not losing the fingers your lovely little vampire girlfriend so vigorously ravaged last night; or, at the very least, procuring some painkillers for whenever it is that the pain-dulling effect of Flandre's bite does wear off. Ah, but you decide to wait until the room's a little less crowded before storming off in such a conspicuous manner; just in case, you know. Fumbling your fingers with your other under the desk, you take a lazy glance around the auditorium, boredly checking out what everyone else is up to, while Flandre excitedly recounts to you the utterly thrilling details of how she and Keine were cooking dinner last night.
The first-years are being noisy, as usual. Something you've noticed for a while, now, is how Rumia seems to be hanging out with the others less often; she's usually among the first students to head out of the auditorium, by herself. Hm, maybe she's decided to stick herself to you like an annoying little tick because she's lonely? And yet, she's also spending less time with Mystia lately... Well, the rest of them seem to be as cheerful as ever. Though... you swear you were the only male in the school, and yet you spot someone with short, green hair and what seem to be antennae on the head, wearing a boys' uniform. Did you really manage to miss interacting the only other male aside from you for two whole weeks?
Ah well, there's time to investigate this curious turn of events later. As for your own classmates, who you haven't really interacted with as much as you probably should... Reimu and Marisa are both present today - a rarity for those two - presently standing up and discussing something seemingly important as they head out of the class; after the little incident with Sakuya, Reimu had been covered in countless tiny cuts here and there, which seem to have healed by now. Well, as much as you can gauge from the looks on their faces and their gestures, even though they're keeping their voices relatively hushed; relatively, in the sense that Reimu seems to be agitated to the point where you simply can't help but overhear bits and pieces of a sentence or two.
"...And I swear, I sense the presence of a new youkai... probably behind the heat wave... sensed it in the mansion, but didn't find any clues... sensed it near the school this Monday, too..."
A new youkai? Well, you certainly hope whoever it is doesn't end up becoming another dangerous factor during your stay here; two blonde girls trying to chew off your fingers, and one capricious vampire who just can't take it easy... that's more than enough for you, to be quite honest. And you've still got another expedition to Eientei ahead of you, don't you?
Hm, who else. The girl from the kendo club has always struck you as a particularly serious one; probably part of the reason you haven't really stopped to talk to her. Even now, when other students either talk about superficial things, this and that, she seems perfectly content with sitting at her desk, fingers interlocked, with her eyes closed, as if she were meditating. Considering the whole samurai impression she left on you from back when you stumbled into her club room, this may not even be completely untrue. People like her really ought to learn to take it easy, though... Look at you! You've been risking life and limb ever since you got here, and you're chill about it. Half the time, this is due to outside factors like vampire bites or shenanigans with your mentor, but still. You've either got some serious mental fortitude going on, or your mind's been cracked open like a soft-boiled egg long ago. Either way, it beats screaming like a lunatic during your more lucid moments; there's far worse fates than being surrounded by pretty girls all day, deadly as they may be.
Ah, but you've trailed off into another mental monologue. You really ought to stop doing that, it's intruding on your perception of the world around you. Well, if you're glancing about the class, examining your schoolmates, then you might as well keep going.
You find the lack of Remilia disturbing. Then again, the less time you spend being either pinned down or interrogated by the crazy bathead, the better. You wonder what she and Sakuya could be up to right now...
Your eyes come upon another green-haired girl; based on the clues you've picked up here and there over the days, this serious-looking young lady, seemingly already preparing for the next lesson unlike everyone else, would be Eiki Shiki, president of the student council, and the 'Yama of Paradise'. So, a judge of the dead? Why in the name of all things sensible someone like that would even need to go to school is beyond you; or worse, you worry for the souls of the dead that end up being judged by a freaking highschool girl. But then, you don't exactly intend to die within the next forty-fifty years or so, do you? In any case, the girl really ought to lighten up and smile every once in a while...
...Did you remember to return the chessboard?
Moving right along, Reisen seems to have already left. The Prismrivers have made their way to the front of the class, circling Mystia and cutting her off from the rest of the first-years, babbling something to the nervous-looking bird girl in an excited tone; whatever it is, it seems to be going over her head entirely, and a rather frustrated-looking Cirno is trading glances between them and you. You make a funny face at her, and resume scanning the gradually emptying auditorium.
"...And then I almost burned my hand grabbing the plates, so miss Kamishirasawa was nice enough to find me some gloves! Isn't that nice of her?" Oh, Flandre was still talking? To be fair, it's a little hard to focus this soon after having her gnaw on your hand like that. And the whole humping thing... You're not sure whether that should have been an exciting experience, or a creepy one, considering the girl in particular that we're talking about here.
"Yes, she really is a nice person, isn't she?" Although you say this merely to keep up the illusion that you were actually listening to the girl, it's still true. In fact, Keine is so much of a nice person that it's almost unreal, and yet it feels completely sincere. You do feel sorry for the poor woman about the headache, though...
...Hm. Could that have anything to do with the somewhat suspicious bottle collection in her room? Not that that's any of your business, mind you.
So how about those third-years in the back of the room, as few of them as there are? Aya's already gone; that's odd, you never even saw her leave. She must be fast. Komachi is fast asleep on her desk, provoking murderous glances from the student council president. Hm, but if the classes were divided based on maturity, not physical age, then that means.."
"Jin? Is something wrong? You look distracted..." Flandre's concerned voice attracts your attention yet again; perhaps you have spent too long examining your surroundings by now. Half the students have exited the auditorium by now anyway, so...
"Nah, I'm fine... I've just got to go to the bathroom real quick, okay? I'll be right back." She doesn't seem very convinced, but responds with a mild smile and a nod. You hate to lie to her, but somehow you feel telling her that she spent the night trying to devour your hand and raping your leg would be far worse for the poor girl.
...
"I should probably start giving you frequent-visitor benefits, or something..." The silver-haired nurse shakes her head, carefully examining your hand after unwrapping it. Ever seen someone get their hand torn apart in the jaws of a barracuda on Animal Planet? Well, it kind of looks like that, only less extreme. No exposed bone or torn muscle or anything, but there's bits of dead skin and flesh here and there, pale and flaky. What Rumia's razor-sharp teeth started, Flandre's fangs finished in a rather gruesome manner.
"And it doesn't hurt, at all? Even when I apply pressure?" A mildly concerned look on her face, she presses her gloved fingers against your skin in various places.
You shake your head in response.
"Not really... All I get is a tingly, kind of hot sensation. Is that normal?"
"Well. For a vampire bite, sure, although this is hardly something one could call a -clean- bite, as I'm sure even you could tell... Granted, vampires tend to go for sources with better blood flow, such as the neck or wrist. You say she did this in her sleep?" You nod.
"Hm... Well, it doesn't look too serious, most of the wounds aren't too deep... No signs of infection I can detect, either. Hang on, I've got just the thing."
While Eirin is busy digging around the back room for 'just the thing' for your poor mutilated hand, Reisen gets to work cleaning your wounds, despite the blood having coagulated by now. Preparation for whatever it is Eirin is getting? While patiently waiting, you glance at the nurse's desk, strange papers and notes spread across its surface. Well, you're just getting bored while waiting, so you might as well start a conversation about something.
"So, is miss Yagokoro working on something important? I hope I'm not interrupting with my frequent visits to the office..."
Reisen raises her gaze curiously, and for a split second you feel a little dizzy and disoriented, your saliva turning watery and a little salty, before she breaks eye contact with you, looking back down at your hand.
"Ah, well... She's researching something for the princess, you see. But you're not really interrupting; she's been trying to figure this out for a long time now, and the progress has been minimal at best."
"I see..." Well, no you don't, but you figure poking your nose into other peoples' business is just plain rude, unless there's a very good reason for it; and bored curiosity does not a good reason make. Luckily enough, it doesn't take long for Eirin to return with a see-through glass bottle with a mysterious, very red opaque liquid sloshing about inside of it. You know, the type of unknown substance you'd normally avoid even getting close to, especially with all the implications from what you've heard of Eirin from other people.
This better not be anything new and experimental.
"This is one of my new and experimental healing elixirs..."
Oh god damn it.
"Do not exceed the daily dosage of four sips, two for humans and youkai under a century old, one for human children under twelve years... Ah, well, this basically rapidly increases the wound healing process. Considering how often you seem to get yourself in trouble, maybe I should just give this to you for keeps."
"...Is it safe?"
"Well, one way to find out."
Uh-oh.
"Relax. If anything goes wrong, I'll be right here." That's somehow not at all reassuring. Oh well... One sip, right? How much is a 'sip', anyway? Feeling extremely unsure about the whole thing, you open the cap on the bottle and drink some of the strange liquid. It's bitter, and spreads a strange heat around your body; it's not a bad feeling, although it is rather weird. You close it up again and look at your hand, which doesn't seem to be magically healing at all.
"Doesn't look like it works..."
Eirin scoffs lightly. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course it wouldn't -instantly- heal you; let's be realistic, now shall we? Your hand should heal within the next few hours, though, assuming you don't irritate the wounds too much in the mean time. You're not left-handed, are you?"
"No."
"Good! Then it should be just fine. Do try not to go sticking your fingers in any more girls' mouths, alright? While I am not opposed to young people getting frisky like that..."
"...Hey."
"...I still say one should always keep their health in mind, above all else. Ah, but that Flandre girl... Maybe I need to give her another checkup, if she's starting to get dangerous..."
"Wait! No, there's no need for that, it was an accident; she wasn't even awake when this happened!"
"Your protest has been taken into consideration, but I can't rely on your gut feeling, now can I? I've got to keep the safety of the other students in mind, too; we can't have a berserk vampire running around biting people randomly. I'm not saying this is the case," she adds, noticing your upset expression, "but I've got to make sure in any case. I'm sorry. You'd best get going now, or you'll be late for the next lesson."
...
Great. You got treatment for your hand, but you might have inadvertently gotten Flandre into trouble while doing so. Way to go. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go to the person in charge of Flandre's psychological evaluation with this after all. On the upside, the faster your hand heals, the less time you'll have to spend keeping it a secret from Flandre - and Remilia and Sakuya, if you happen to bump into them anytime soon.
Speaking of bumping into things... Your encounter sense is tingling; a familiar sense of dread sinks into your nerves, warning you of imminent pouncings. Gracefully sidestepping just in time, a black-and-yellow blur forms into a humanoid shape before you, time seemingly slowing down as your faces meet in the middle of your respective motions. Rumia's blazing red eyes glaring right into yours, eyes wide with the thrill of the hunt, teeth bared in a wicked grin, hair all messed up in excitement.
"...Hey, bro?" she says, her voice playful yet strangely hushed.
"...What are you-..?"
"Run~"
'Nuff said. Your feet are already moving, arms swinging through the air as you frantically dash away from the blonde menace, hearing a subdued cackle from behind yourself as she gives you a head start; only about five seconds' worth, before rocketing after you with demonic haste. With Rumia, it's impossible to sense whether or not she's serious, and you're not about to take your chances with a girl who could potentially rip out your intestines and strangle you with them. Left, right, right, left, up the stairs; okay, that last one may not have been the smartest move you've ever made, but your head is hardly on straight at the moment. As you find yourself outside of the club rooms, you have about a second or two to consider diving out of the (second-storey) window at the end of the hall to relative safety, before your sight diminishes as a black orb slams you right in the back, sending you both tumbling against the wall.
"Gah! Get away! Stay back! HELP!" Those are the last words you manage to utter, before the sinister little girl presses her hand to your mouth, drowning out your voice, staring at you with that merciless smirk of hers, pupils still dilated from excitement.
"Gotcha~"
Gotcha? She lets go of your mouth, sitting down in your lap and giggling to herself like a lunatic.
"The fuck is the matter with you?"
"Ahaha~ Lighten up, it was funny! Haa, you looked so scared! It's been a long time since I had such fun~"
"Geez... Don't you have anything better to do with your life than bother me all the freaking time? Honestly..."
She looks up with a pensive expression for a brief moment, before shrugging at you with a smile.
"Nope, guess not!"
Huh. That's kind of sad, in a way. You should probably blame poor parenting. Before you can properly catch your breath, she resumes speaking.
"So, bro... How's that hand of yours?"
"Eh? What do you-..."
She grips your wrist with enough strength to cause a considerable amount of pain, twisting it until you're completely in her control, pulling your hand up to the level of her face; her grin just spreads wider and wider as she looks at your mangled fingers.
"Getting along well with Flandre, aren't you~?"
"H-hey, shut up, she didn't-..." Wait. Did Rumia plan this?
"...Was that your intention?"
As if you'd triggered something within the twisted girl on top of you, her face suddenly draws closer, a mere inch or two from yours.
"Teehee~ And what if it was? And what if I was trying to get you to see her as the bloodsucker she really is? You know... Humans are supposed to be afraid of youkai. Vampires, demons, undead, monsters... Attacking humans is a youkai's job. If humans are no longer afraid of us, then that's just no good, right? Tell me... Were you afraid of her when she did this to you? Did you fear for your life? Did you see her as a monster?" Her grip on your wrist loosens a little, until she lets you go, leaning back a little and straddling one of your legs.
"And just now? Were you scared? Did you think: 'Oh no, Rumia is going to kill me!'? Hmmm~? You didn't wet yourself in panic, did you?" You yelp out in shock, as her hand lightly grazes over the front of your pants.
"D-don't touch me there!"
"Touch you where, exactly?" Ah, that familiar, monotonous voice, the lavender robes emerging from the darkness surrounding you and Rumia, those cold, violet eyes staring daggers in Rumia's direction, making even the blonde she-devil momentarily tremble, as if she were startled by Patchouli's sudden appearance. And, honestly, who wouldn't be? Except you, of course - naturally, you appreciate her appearing to save you from this out of the blue, the deus ex machina in the story of your life. Calmly, she walks over to Rumia, who promptly climbs off your leg and stands upright... And leans down, their faces now level, staring her right in the eye for a few seconds before opening her mouth.
"You feel a strong urge to go to the bathroom."
Rumia doesn't need to be told twice; the girl can apparently take a hint as well as anyone else, zipping off and taking the little bubble of darkness along with her. To your surprise, Patchouli holds her hand out to you, helping you get back up on your feet.
"...Thanks. Though, um, that was..."
"...Unnecessary?"
Both of you look each other in the eye for a brief moment, and you can't help but chuckle lightly; even Patchouli's face seems to take on a mild smirk for a brief moment, before glancing over her shoulder.
"I was simply passing by. Though, I wonder... Just what were you two doing here..?" She almost sounds... disappointed, somehow for some bizarre reason. You dearly hope she didn't get any weird ideas from hearing your exclamation before her appearance out of context.
"Nothing, nothing, Rumia was just... playing another of her pranks on me."
"I see." Turning her eyes back to you, she lowers her gaze to your hand.
"And that? Another of Rumia's pranks?"
"Er, well..."
[] You were attacked by a wild squirrel.
[] Yes, Rumia chewed up your hand.
[] Not exactly. Tell her everything that happened, both with Rumia and Flandre.
-{} ...Don't mention Flandre's leg-humping though. Wouldn't want to get her into any more trouble.
-{} ...Tell her -everything-, just in case it might be relevant or important somehow.
[] (...)