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Date With A Lady (Roll-Chan also included); Part 2 of Diva + Sheena Plot
Topic Started: Dec 30 2009, 04:31 PM (242 Views)
MistressSheena	Dec 30 2009, 04:31 PM Post #1
Goddess of Pleasure Posts: 1,416 Group: NetMafia Member #2,944 Joined: December 27, 2008	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image -------------------------------- "Why is your heart fluttering?" "Because someone stole it from me..." -------------------------------- Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-- A pale hand rose into the air and slammed upon the horrendous buzzing thing that woke me from my slumber. The hand fell back to the side of the bed as a reluctant groan escaped from my dry lips. I smacked my tongue around and winced at the awful morning taste. My body sat itself upright as my crimson eyes blurred in and out of focus. Why did I set the alarm for so early in the morning? What was I doing today that was so important? Then it hit me like a sack of glass dildos. I bit my lip in pain and rubbed my head and looked around. I let out a big sigh as the mantle above my bed collapsed and the glass award dildos actually hit me on the head. I was surprised they didn't break from the impact. However, the clonk on the head actually did remind me of what I was supposed to do today. How could I forget? My legs swiftly lifted me from the bed as I went into the bathroom to shower. Thoughts raced through my mind as the water droplets ran down my face and the rest of my body. How much will I find out about Keera today? Will I get to kiss her at the end of the day or not? What will I wear? After a few moments, I turned off the shower and dried myself as I walked back to my room and inside my closet where all of my attire resided. Various colors of the rainbow invaded my irises as my fingers ran across the hangers. I spent half an hour standing in front of my full body mirror looking at all the dresses and finding the one that would appeal to Keera the most. From what she noticed of Keera's attire, she liked the color blue. I narrowed down my choices to a provocative baby blue strapless dress and a dark blue deep v neck evening gown. Since going shopping wasn't that fancy, I chose the provocative dress with matching gloves and hairband. Underneath it all was a pair of dark blue fishnet tights and my feet were donned with blue stilettos. I walked back into my room and adorned a light layer of cosmetics to give my face a little bit of extra allure. In the back of my mind, I hoped she would approve of me. Another flash of time passed as I made my way to the Plaza of the Brand City shopping district, where Keera stated that she would meet me. I picked an empty bench and sat down and looked at the vast horizon of shops and cart vendors. I splurged a little and purchased a popsicle to occupy my time. People looked on as a gorgeous girl licked the cold stick of iced fruit flavor. A few people recognized me somehow and asked for autographs and pictures. “Oh my god, it's Yuki! Can I please get your autograph? I purchase every photo album you release~!” I accepted no problem as I held the stick in my mouth as I wrote my signature on their various objects and body parts. I was surprised when one person asked why I didn't sing anymore, “Hey, Ms. Yuki, howcome you don't sing anymore? Was your big reveal really that bad of a turnout?” Perhaps there were people out there that liked the real me after all. Though it would be a long while before I decided if I were to adopt the pop idol life back into my schedule. After all, who would like a pop idol that was also in porn? Guess there was only one way to find out about that. I released a yawn from my lips as I scanned the crowd for the woman who captured my heart.



Roll-Chan	Dec 30 2009, 05:10 PM Post #2
I would just love to kill you. Your blood would match my floor perfectly. Posts: 806 Group: ONB Member #2,116 Joined: November 24, 2007	"Woah, this district is still looking great~" Mizuhara said as she walked through the various shops that were open at the moment. She felt like buying everything. She had enough money to buy an entire block, or two, she Mizu felt no need to. She, indeed, had to shop a few things. She peered over her tummy. It was not visible yet, since she was only one month through, so, she was still able to use slightly tight clothes. ".. I wonder.." she said to herself. Her red sleeveless shirt allowed her curves to be fully seen, and her cream coat, which covered almost just her arms, gave her arms the warmth that her shirt didn't give. She sighed as she stopped over a specific shop. It was filled with baby clothing, toys, and such. Mizu gazed around for a while. She didn't know if hers was a boy or a girl yet. She dared not to say, but Mizu was afraid. What it the baby has some type of disease? Of course, she'd still love it, but she was afraid. She hadn't spoken to Zerix every since that day.. Mizu felt sad when she thought about it. She was sure that, if Zerix were to find out, he'd automatically leave her. She was sure that it would happen, so she decided to be as far from him as possible in the next months. Enough sad talk, Mizu entered the baby shop and began looking around. "Oh, this is so cute~ Oh, my god, I want that~!" she said randomly at some baby clothing. She grabbed several of them. Some blue, some pink. It didn't matter, Mizu would take them all. This time, she would only take the first clothing. Her eyes fell over a lady, who was carrying a larger tummy. It seemed like it had about six or seven months already. On one hand, Mizu couldn't wait for that as well, but in the other hand, she was flat scared. She had already been reading several books about pregnancy, and she could tell she was going to suffer. And a lot. Mizu shook her head to the bad thoughts and went to pay for the articles in her arms, which weren't just a few. They were about ten baby-clothes, if not more. As soon as Mizu paid for her things, she went outside. Just one store, and she had already two bags. This would take a while, Mizu could already tell. She looked around and walked for a while, trying to find somewhere where she could sit down, but it was packed with people. "Arara.. Where am I going to sit down?" she asked herself, then, spotting somewhere with a free chair. She decided to walk over the person, not realizing who it was yet. She noticed that she was wearing a blue dress. It seemed cute, by Mizu's opinion. "Hum.. excuse me? Would you mind if I sat down here, or are you waiting for someone? Everywhere around seems to be full, as always." Mizu somewhat shyly asked, with a small embarrassed smile.



MistressSheena	Dec 30 2009, 05:35 PM Post #3
Goddess of Pleasure Posts: 1,416 Group: NetMafia Member #2,944 Joined: December 27, 2008	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image -------------------------------- "Why is your heart racing?" "Because I'm anxiously waiting..." -------------------------------- As the last of the fan pack left me to my own devices, I heard a light squeak from a girl nearby. I turned my head toward her direction and laid my eyes on a cute little thing, but nothing to spark my drive. I gave a soft smile to her. “I'm waiting for someone, but go ahead and sit here if you like.” I immediately pried my eyes from her and resumed to scan the crowd for my date. I wasn't sure what Keera had in mind when she arrived, but I'm confident I can keep up with her, and I could treat her to a lot of different things. I wonder if the girl next to me was waiting for someone as well, or was out on a spree. From the looks of things, she had two bags on her. She must've been here for quite a while already to have that much. A sigh escaped me as I looked at my watch and crossed my arms across my chest. I suppose at this point, small talk wouldn't hurt. It would aid in occupying my time until she arrives. “So, what brings you to the shopping district?” Honestly, I only delved into small talk to bide my time. I know I should be more attentive and friendly, but I was more interested in waiting for Keera at this point. As the girl yapped away, my eyes still continued to wander around the entrances of the plaza.



Roll-Chan	Dec 30 2009, 06:02 PM Post #4
I would just love to kill you. Your blood would match my floor perfectly. Posts: 806 Group: ONB Member #2,116 Joined: November 24, 2007	"Well, I--" Mizu cut her words as she sat down with a small bow of her head. Lucky for her, she was able to sit down in the middle of such a crowd, which she wasn't really too fond of. She wouldn't mind telling the other, since she didn't know her at all. "I came shopping, since I'm, uh.. well.." she held her non-visible tummy. "I'm pregnant. I know that it's still not visible, but I was sick of staying home all the time, so, I decided to get some fresh air, and took the chance to buy something." she looked at her belly. "I went to only one shop yet, though. I intend in running about every single one here." Mizu said with a small giggle. "I apologize that I'm talking too much. I-I have a tendency to do so sometimes." she said while bowing her head lightly. While the other girl was waiting calmly, Mizu was talking and talking. But she couldn't stop. "Hum.. I'm Mizu." she introduced herself, just as a polite action. Mizu placed her bags on her left side, as she looked around, trying to figure out what she would do next. Which shop she would go to. What type of clothing she should by next. She did want to see someone as well.. It would be nice to see him again. But she knew it was too dangerous for her. Mizu sighed at the thought. "Mou.. I wanted to see Zerix-kun, but I'm sure he'd be upset at me if he knew.." Mizu said to herself, with a pout on her cheek.



DIVA	Dec 30 2009, 06:38 PM Post #5
Bring it! Posts: 1,389 Group: Rogue Member #1,031 Joined: April 1, 2007	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image _______________________________________ "I remember a girl like you;" "She was sweet bee always covered with honey." There was no sun that she could not feel within those dark walls. Even if it was dark beyond the rooms within the club, the centered hall that had closed her into this little dark world, she had still felt it beyond the walls; the sun was up. It was a typical day as she had reacted to her awakening. The late club hours had caused for her to make an alarm for her to awake to in order to force herself from bed from the tireless days. Usually she was enthusiastic to arise from her slumber, but it was one of those days, it would always be one of those days, those days were “they” were no longer here. It had been thirty minutes since she had opened her beautiful blue eyes that morning. She had to force herself to rise from her pathetic heap before getting up and walking around the Club DIVA during its closed hours that morning. She had treated it like her house, that which it was, as she had been fortunate to walk in nothing more than her pantaloons that was strapped from a garter belt and her bustier like chest underclothing. She had gone to the bathroom patting down her hair and stared into the mirror that morning only to run a finger around the dried trails of moistness that was along her face before wiping her evidence of misery away. It was just as much of a routine as her brushing at her hairs and fixating herself orally to retain that “Winter cool” sensation of scent within her mouth before turning away from that mirror. Today was special, or supposedly it was; it would be the day that she attempted to make human contact with someone to her that meant slightly more significance that little she held for others outside of the family. That usual was a none, but it showed why it meant something: she was hopeful towards this person. A drop of “concern” made that a fact, but even as she was picking out her clothing, trying to decide what to wear, many things not of her usual routine made her think about why exactly this was important? It was not, but besides her denial, she had picked out some of the nicest attire she had wore thus her days: a dark shade of mysterious purple leather which was one of her many variations of colors leaning towards blue, her added hip frilled skirt that was a white with a faded purple at the bases and ran towards the feathery texture’s edges, and finally a purple top jacket white a black blouse underneath the top. To finish her “casual” look, she had even chosen to wear a scarf and slip a purple hair band upon her head with a golden butterfly shape, and a amethyst sparkling jewel as its center. She was a lady first and an agent second, so she had to retain a guise and try to not look so “obvious” for any who looked for patterns in dressing for criminals like herself. She had looked at herself one good time in the mirror, and all in an instant, she felt no different as she stepped into the streets and walked quietly as she made each strike against the concrete with a confident walk. One foot in front of the other, and hands swaying lightly in the side as if they were carried by the breeze. Her blue eyes trying to catch anything else to keep her mind off what was missing from the scene: one of her sisters that would accompany her and make light conversation. Operations and Missions? Flowers and Insects? Maybe even talking about emotions? Each sister that she walked with would hoist her with some kind of entertainment. Thinking of days lost made her fold her lips before letting her head chin and eye sight drop, for one of the first times in forever, to the concrete as she did not think of some silly reason to laugh other than a memory. Unlike other times, her vision blurred as she almost wanted to cry. Suddenly, her heart was not into such a meeting with someone seeing it was moments like this that she had retained this feeling of “nostalgia” just by staying inside the club where she felt as nothing changed, but stepping outside was like a step into reality. The plaza seemed to have remnants of people wondering the area. Crowds broken up had simply become nothing more than small groups. It was something that made Keera paranoid seeing she was quick to pick up when things were a “set-up” and when things were not in her favor from possible lurking ONB. Nevertheless, it had made her simply pick her eyes up in a roll as reality had settled her back into being a war-torn princess of battle that she had brought herself up to be. She had no family to defend anymore, but she would be damned if she would disgrace their memory by herself being careless. The thought was simply put behind her as she followed along with the day’s plan. Her eyes seeing Yuki, which would probably explain the publicity if she remembered the young woman correctly by her career, but even more was that she was with someone. A fan? A simple child that was a guest? Most likely so, but since Keera was not in the mood to have anymore than what she expected, she had made the person in that seat by the young woman disappear as she had ignored her altogether. The presence of Yuki was her only concern, so if she had to acknowledge the presence of the child for a second, she would. Her stance as she stopped in front of the bench was of her usual character; strong and independent, even if it was a façade to retain what dignity she had from her previous moments from the morning to her journey here. She was anti-social, but more than ever seeing she had absolutely no one except Yuki who had offered a hand. The only question now was Keera trying to see if that hand was worth giving a touch. Her eyes cast down on the young woman as she stood before her silently for only a moment, but with a right hand on her hip and a short breath as her eyes stirred showing signs of discomfort being out in public for once, she had spoke politely… “Good Morning.” she had spoke, “My apologies if I kept you waiting, Yuki. I had some minor details of business to tend to.” A little white lie from the ladies mouth; but if “business” had to do with collecting her composure and retaining the business mask of the “Boss Lady” figure she was supposed to be, then maybe not. Now Listening To: "Most High (Instrumental)" by Jerzee Monet IC Attire: Purple leather jacket and pants set; black blouse; purple head band w/ Butterfly Charm; white open sandal heels Chatty Ditz: I'm a little sleepy...but let's go. Edited by DIVA, Dec 30 2009, 06:39 PM.



MistressSheena	Dec 31 2009, 04:36 PM Post #6
Goddess of Pleasure Posts: 1,416 Group: NetMafia Member #2,944 Joined: December 27, 2008	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image -------------------------------- "Why are you blushing?" "Because she's finally here.." -------------------------------- “Oh, so you have a little one? That's cute. I hope you're happy with it.” I patted her stomach with a halfhearted smile. I wasn't one for children, but learning about other people being a host to them was something to be genuinely cheerful for. The woman I had waited for has finally made her arrival in front of me. Just like her, my initial knowledge of the other girl's presence had dwindled to just a passive note. I stood up from the bench with a smile and a curtsey. With a passover of her day's attire, I noticed she had donned my favorite color on her personage. My cheeks flushed a light pink, even though I logically presumed she didn't know what my favorite color was. I lowered my voice to a whisper that only Keera could hear, and said with a grin, “Thank you for wearing my favorite color. It made my day.” It was all coincidence, but it was a happy coincidence that made my day better. “Good morning to you too, Keera. You are well worth the wait, so it's no trouble at all. It's my privilege to be spending the day with you.” However, my mind reminded myself of something that may or may not interest Keera at all. “That girl on the bench there told me she was pregnant. Isn't that cute?” I mentally gagged when I brought it up, but I quickly shook the cobwebs away and concentrated on the woman in front of me. In my mind, I didn't know how long I could keep up with the classy talk. But since it was her, I figured it would be a nice thing to talk politely to her. “So where would you be going first, Madam?” I asked with a smile as I offered my arm for her to take, as if I was her escort. Edited by MistressSheena, Dec 31 2009, 04:46 PM.



DIVA	Jan 1 2010, 02:43 AM Post #7
Bring it! Posts: 1,389 Group: Rogue Member #1,031 Joined: April 1, 2007	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image _______________________________________ "What gene do I hope for a newborn?" "The ability to 'love' seems to be favorable." “Thank you for wearing my favorite color. It made my day.” “Oh! I…uh…” She was shy, but why was she shy? Her little fragile fingers pulled at the outfit that had been along her body as the young woman had seemed to acknowledge it. The outfit itself did not bother her, but how young Yuki seemed to address it as she spoke. She spoke as if she was “infatuated” of some sorts in that low voice, and that was enough for Keera’s heart to squeeze into the touch shell of impenetrable steel she had made on the inside in an attempt to not fall prey to actually taking a liking to her. She had let her fingers fall back to her side and her broken statement be left at just that before listening to the young woman once more. “Good morning to you too, Keera. You are well worth the wait, so it's no trouble at all. It's my privilege to be spending the day with you.” Those words, no matter how innocent it sounded; She was definitely being a flirt. Keera had retained her usual form that was that of a “leader” rather than a defensive little girl. Her arms folded, her right foot sticking out showing her strong and nimble leg as her foot was down with all its might as if to show she would not budge. to the young woman’s words, she had simply closed her eyes showing the purple shade of mascara covering them before she had simply nodded to pay the young woman respects before showing her own blue irises to her once more. “Very well, then-” “That girl on the bench there told me she was pregnant. Isn't that cute?” “P-p…umm…pregnant?” Her strong and tough voice did not seem to remain as she would like it in the presence of Yuki. Maybe she was losing her touch? At best, hearing the word that Yuki had said only made her eyes digress to the young woman who was at her side. The girl she had made “invisible” to her eyes because of her closed and narrow opening of her heart. Looking at her delicate form, she did not seem “strong” or if anything, in character seeing that Keera herself had stayed around her sisters. Looks could be deceiving and she was young still. “So where would you be going first, Madam?” “Umm…well...we're..” Her mind had drifted as her eyes went to Yuki, but went back to the young woman who sat by her. She was no longer “invisible to Keera and for a good reason. The young woman had a life inside of her, and a new one. It made Keera feel weak when it came to that subject. Innocent children had nothing to do with the terrors of this world, and it was very much something Keera expected to keep that way. For young children, she would see to it that this world would be shaped by them into something more grand than what the hands of human beings had done lately. Hynotically, she was drawn to the young woman on the other end of the bench. A bit dismissive of Yuki as she gestured a hand, she had simply laid her own to Yuki’s before holding up her index finger as if to say “one moment.” Her eyes had scanned the young woman. A simple civilian? She was not sure, but nevertheless, she did not plan on being a stranger seeing she had been drawing close towards the young woman who was going to have something that Keera no longer had anymore… …a family. “Excuse me,” Keera had spoke as she kneeled down lowly. Her right hand reaching lowly towards the woman’s lap as she had gestured it towards her belly. It was obvious of her intention at what she wanted to do; to feel and touch the surface of the young woman’s stomach as she had never once witnessed one who was in the stages of child birth with her own senses, especially seeing that she stayed in a club, and who in their right mind would come to a club in such a state? With her lips parting lightly, she had looked towards the young woman as she said asked, “…may I?” Now Listening To: "Please Call My Name" from Xenosaga Trilogy Collection IC Attire: Purple leather jacket and pants set; black blouse; purple head band w/ Butterfly Charm; white open sandal heels Chatty Ditz: Good to go, Roll-chan. We'll reach a posting order eventually. >.> Edited by DIVA, Jan 1 2010, 02:44 AM.



Roll-Chan	Jan 1 2010, 01:53 PM Post #8
I would just love to kill you. Your blood would match my floor perfectly. Posts: 806 Group: ONB Member #2,116 Joined: November 24, 2007	Mizu was quietly sitting when she saw the other woman arriving. She also noticed how the two got when were close enough. She could clearly feel the aura between the two. She had no problems with it. She actually enjoyed it. It was about the same aura she had with Zerix. It made her remember the times before they were together, before they did.. things. She blushed at the memories with him and scratched her right cheek softly. ".. It must feel nice to have someone who waits for us.." she thought for herself, as a small smile entered her lips. All the other times, she waited for him, and he did go to her, but now.. She couldn't see him anymore. She calmly watched the two ladies talking to each other. They seemed somewhat embarrassed? It must be one of the first times they were meeting each other, Mizu realized such. The scene seemed cute in her eyes. There were times where she was shy when it came to be around Zerix, but she quickly overcame it to the point that when she'd see him, she'd automatically kiss him like there was no tomorrow. She liked those days, but then she found out that she was pregnant. She didn't mind, as she wanted the child, and she would love it with everything she has, but.. she knew that Zerix wouldn't accept her anymore like this. That was why she was going to try her best to not feel sad. She was going to have a baby. Just the fact made Mizu be hysterical from all the happiness she was having in the moment. As Mizu was thinking about what her child would be like when it'd be born, she noticed one of the women trying to reach out for her belly. 'May I?' she heard her say. Mizu couldn't help, but let out another small blush. Nobody ever asked her that. Well, she was still with one month so far, so, it was understandable that she wouldn't be asked that. "Ah, hum.. S-Sure, I g-guess, but.. It's only one month so far.. I-I don't think you'll be able to feel anything." Mizu stuttered, moving her warm palms away from her belly, resting them by each her side. "The baby probably has the size of a small bean yet." she couldn't help, but to make a small warm smile towards that specific area. Edited by Roll-Chan, Jan 1 2010, 01:55 PM.



MistressSheena	Jan 1 2010, 05:27 PM Post #9
Goddess of Pleasure Posts: 1,416 Group: NetMafia Member #2,944 Joined: December 27, 2008	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image -------------------------------- "....Yuki." "....What..?" -------------------------------- As I mentioned my favorite color to Keera, her demeanor became flustered by my actions. As she became flustered, I reacted by also flustering myself. We were both nervous around each other. I don't know why she was nervous, but all I wanted to do was be attractive to her. Her shaky atmosphere carried itself over as I asked her where she wanted to go first, as she stumbled to look for an answer, until I mentioned the pregnancy of the girl that sat next to me. That was when I realized something important about Keera. She appeared to have a fond liking for a family atmosphere. I doubt Keera would feel anything from the girl's stomach, but it was a cute scene that I witnessed, where Keera left her boss woman front for just a moment. I took the liberty to join Keera and knelt next to her. A smile was on my face as I saw her being fascinated with a new life in the process of being born. I think I know why Keera closed herself off a while ago. It also explains the lack of staff at the club. Those girls were her family, and they somehow had left Keera all alone. Well, I wouldn't leave her alone. Not if I could help it. I had just gotten to know her recently, and felt something from her when I first saw her. I wanted nothing more than to just make her feel happy. As I knelt next to Keera, my eyes took in the girl's response and nervousness. Out of nowhere, my mind wandered and wondered what type of mother Keera would be like. I shook my head from such thoughts and concentrated on the here and now. “So who's the lucky man, Miss, uh....I don't believe I caught your name?” I asked her as I, too, looked up at her from my current position.



DIVA	Jan 1 2010, 06:07 PM Post #10
Bring it! Posts: 1,389 Group: Rogue Member #1,031 Joined: April 1, 2007	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image _______________________________________ "This is an unborn life;" "Their reality is not real, not just yet." "Ah, hum.. S-Sure, I g-guess, but.. It's only one month so far.. I-I don't think you'll be able to feel anything.The baby probably has the size of a small bean yet." Keera, void of that usual smile and positivism, had let that trait betray her touch. As she reached to the young woman’s belly slowly, and slowly tracing across with a single index finger of her right hand before laying her palm against it, she had been silent with eyes set up that one area. Her left arm was lowly folded across her chest, and she seemed so lost as she simply stared at that one place. Her thoughts were once again bouncing around in her head like an array of molecules for air. That’s probably right; her mind was on air. “Even so,” she had lowly whispered, “…it‘s still there, yes?” Her words were probably strange to the young woman, but to Keera they meant something. She had mostly had to think about her own family that had vanished into one existence, one being. They were there, but Keera could not feel them. Maybe they were like “unborn” in that aspect? Right now, Keera could not feel any of her family, but the memories of them had stung fierce like a silent swarm. They thought of them gone always had made her feel the weakest, breaking down, but just when she could feel their kindness, their memories in their purest, she could smile and cry in a good way. An unborn was completely opposite than a perished. It was Keera who was being reborn, and not those members of her family that were long gone. Flinching, slightly, she removed her hand. She had not just noticed until that last moment that her eyes drooped in a slightly saddened way. Her legs that bent to lower her eye level down to the woman’s belly had once again looked down upon her while the young Mafia Princess had reached her right hand to a single hair that had fallen and aligned it back behind her ear as Yuki had engaged the young woman in conversation asking about the family. It did not catch Keera’s interest, but rather the concept of “Family” did. Were they there still; inside her? Their consciousness even in its slightest? She had become so weak; searching for some “miracle” or “hope” in this cruel world that she had shoved away all this time. She was a hypocrite, and the worst kind. That thought alone had been enough to make her try to keep that strong demeanor, but for the very least, she still felt such strong bonds even to the long gone sisters. Wasn’t “hope” something that seemed necessary for her, whether an illusion or not, just for this once? She had breathed in, swallowed that hateful side of herself and looked towards the young woman. “You said, One month…so, therefore, have you gone shopping for any maternity clothing?” Keera had asked spontaneously, “You are yet to show as of now, but when you do, it is still very much important to remain elegant, yes? After all, the father would appreciate when considering the concern.” A thought came to mind, one that would probably not come to Keera in her depressed or “serious” state. Now Listening To: "Most High (Instrumental)" from Jerzee Monet IC Attire: Purple leather jacket and pants set; black blouse; purple head band w/ Butterfly Charm; white open sandal heels Chatty Ditz: Posting order decided from here. Let's keep it like this til' otherwise for no confusion, kay? Edited by DIVA, Jan 1 2010, 07:07 PM.



Roll-Chan	Jan 1 2010, 06:58 PM Post #11
I would just love to kill you. Your blood would match my floor perfectly. Posts: 806 Group: ONB Member #2,116 Joined: November 24, 2007	Mizu slightly shivered to the touch on her belly. She was okay with it, but in the deeps of her mind, something, maybe motherly, shouted 'Be careful' in her. There was no need to be careful, though. Mizu could tell that these women wouldn't hurt her. Her small blush didn't seem to want to leave her cheeks as she watched the other woman remove her hand after a moment. "Indeed, you are right.. It's still there.. I hope it'll grow healthy and strong.." Mizu said calmly, again, still gazing at her belly. Healthy and strong. Just like him. Just like Zerix. Mizu hoped that his child would grow just like the father. "Hum.. I did not go shopping yet, since I have just arrived myself." Mizu explained. "But I do intend in doing so. I want to see every shop that there is to see about the baby and 'Mommy'. I want my child to be warm and elegant as well." she said, with a small giggle. She wanted to be elegant, but the child should also be. The word 'Mommy' was still a little weird to Mizu, since she was still getting used to it, but it felt nice to say it. Mizuhara was going to be a Mommy. "Hum.. M-Mizu.." she said, almost forgetting to reply to the first lady. How rude of her. She should have replied right away. "My name's Mizu." she repeated, now with a more steady voice. Then, she heard the bomb. Who was the lucky man? The father? Mizu flinched to those words. She did not want to reply, but she didn't want to be impolite either. For a moment, she did not know what to say, but she was able to turn it around. "Th-The father's.. hum.." she stuttered. "I-I don't think the father would be too happy if he knew that I'm pregnant.. I think he would be angry at me.." she said, losing her smile and looking to the opposite side. The thought of Zerix breaking up with her didn't please her at all. That was the last thing Mizu was after.



MistressSheena	Jan 2 2010, 08:16 PM Post #12
Goddess of Pleasure Posts: 1,416 Group: NetMafia Member #2,944 Joined: December 27, 2008	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image -------------------------------- "...You should change the subject soon." "...No, it's okay..." -------------------------------- Just like clockwork, Keera spoke of elegance and its importance for ladies to have. I wasn't the elegant type, as Keera could probably figure out by just talking to me. Although she still had a point in her suggestions. It was a little early for Mizu to buy stuff for the child, but she should think about getting stuff for herself. I took in the words that she spoke about the guy, and she instantly cowered into herself and buckled her speech. Something about her didn't seem right. Either the guy was an asshole or she had a slight case of paranoia. I pondered about the guy that planted his seed into this lovely fragile girl and left her to herself. Why couldn't she see him? Why was she afraid? So many questions spun through my mind like butter, as I looked up into her eyes. I leaned on Keera without thinking and bit my lip before I spoke; my wits overtaking my speech. “Are you sure about that? I mean... did he give you that kind of impression the last time you saw him?” Something about Mizu's new mannerisms intrigued me to the point of drilling into her. I wasn't a psychology major or anything, but spending time with a lot of people in intimate moments gave me a window into the minds of people. Watching their actions from afar, listening to them speak. Every little action gives a whole story. I turned my head to glance over to Keera and did catch myself leaning on her. I quickly straightened myself with a slight flush on my cheeks after I caught my mistake. I knew that she didn't like to be touched without permission. It just felt so natural to touch her. At least... it did to me. “If my intuition isn't wrong, I'm sure he'll be proud of this little one. Not all men are assholes, you know? At least, not the ones I know...” In the back of my mind, I wondered when our date would begin, but at the same time, it was nice to see this side of Keera, that enjoyed the family atmosphere. As I talked to Mizu and looked at Keera, and then into myself, something triggered inside of me. This little setting in the plaza strummed at my heart strings as I blinked and found myself with watered eyes. This pregnant woman on the bench; the woman who stole my heart that is knelt right next to me; ...and then the girlish tomboy upstart that became enamored by the Lady who operated an entire club all by herself. This family aura. The missing boyfriend from Mizu's picture. ...The missing father from my picture. My entire childhood without a father to call my own. All of these memories that flashed into my mind just from this little conversation and the question I slipped out of my lips. Before I knew it, the watered eyes opened the dams as I choked and bit my lip. I turned my face away from Keera and pulled a pack of tissue from the inside of my handbag. Why now? After twenty years of mental barricading my father's death when I was little, learning to throw away my emotions and sing and dance for thousands of people to forget about their own problems. This is why I stopped being a corporate puppet for bubbly pop music. I couldn't handle it anymore. The lies. The fake smiles. I wanted the world to hear the true pain of my inner turmoil. However, I never got that chance. My pop fans weren't ready for the real gothic beauty with gloomy music. They wanted to be happy, not sad. And so, with this little trigger; came all of my years of torment and loss. The constant scenes of complete familes with their smiling faces. Then I meet someone in a similar predicament. Why did I have to break down now, in front of the girl I like? Why did I have to ask that stupid question that opened the floodgates? ….Because I didn't know. I took deep, long breaths in an attempt to slow my racing heart. I wanted to stop the flood. I threw away the used tissue inside a compartment in my handbag. I stopped my quiet crying and the waterworks slowed to a stop. My hands and chest trembled as my vision readjusted itself with the thin layer of water that resided in the lid. “So...” I swallowed the lump in my throat “... what kind of guy left you by yourself?” ...I killed myself with this question.



DIVA	Jan 2 2010, 09:16 PM Post #13
Bring it! Posts: 1,389 Group: Rogue Member #1,031 Joined: April 1, 2007	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image _______________________________________ "And that's when it hit me;" "I felt like a 'mother' again." "Hum.. I did not go shopping yet, since I have just arrived myself. But I do intend in doing so. I want to see every shop that there is to see about the baby and 'Mommy'. I want my child to be warm and elegant as well." Once again, Keera had been silent. It was not what she meant when she spoke, but nevertheless, she had admired the thought of the young woman. As she sat there, somewhat ignorant in Keera’s assumption, she could not help but to cast her eyes down on her as if she was one of those children long ago that referred to her as “mother.” She had thought she had quickly tossed away those idle thoughts, but even now, they kept on reappearing. Looking down upon the young girl, the answer had begun to be clear about what she thought of those things. People in this world had problems just like her and her sisters; no matter how minor or major in magnitude, the fear and worry was the same. "Th-The father's.. hum...I-I don't think the father would be too happy if he knew that I'm pregnant.. I think he would be angry at me.." Then again, there was that same world that provoked that kind of fear. Hesitation, fear of rejection, and meaningless hate; those lingering factors were everlasting and present making people withdrawn into shells. The Society was so cruel to people like Keera who was different, non-human at one point just as her and her sisters were, but were now normal and something a little bit more. Was that even enough to fit in thought into this world? Regardless, she was still a “monster” and some sort of criminal branded. She felt rejection, and the young woman before her had the fear of rejection. Keera, although she hated to admit it, could sympathize with her. “Are you sure about that? I mean... did he give you that kind of impression the last time you saw him?" At that moment, her shoulder feeling weight, Keera had shot a glare to Yuki. It was not felt with malice, or even despite, but rather a quick feeling of surprise that followed after another feeling. Of course, the young woman had made eye contact with her quickly sitting upright naturally, but Keera had let her eyes drift back to the young woman before her relating that weight of Yuki on her to that what she had saw before her. It was all too relative. That weight, she could feel it and see it. So many times before she had done it to the point that it was like a feeling on instinct. So many times did one of her sisters have the natural knack of laying on her shoulder, taking an arm and hugging it, or in the feline-like Dyna’s case, toss herself towards Keera’s lap and scratch at her plump thighs as if they were the lap of a cat’s master expecting her to be comforting while Keera spoke, or even said nothing at all as she just wanted to be reminded that she was not alone anymore like in that abominable lab. She felt it all; their weight was so heavy that she felt like she would be smothered, but for them she would let them suffocate her just to remind her that she had to be the one to break free to breathe again, and with them to breathe just as freely with her without no stress. “So...what kind of guy left you by yourself?” That question, made something in Keera break… With that, she had opened her eyes as she let them fall on Yuki. They were wide in surprise, but more or less not in the “shameful” since, but more or less in that sense of her “realizing” something, and realize she did. She had been so inclined to bare everyone’s weight all this time, that when it came to her own weight, she had only one thing to turn to, and it was protecting those children and nothing else mattered. Was not the life, the one they had worked so hard to complete, worth protecting as their dying will? Not only that, but was Keera not here for a reason, that being to counter this world senseless chaotic-ness and grasp things into her very palm and shape it into something beautiful. To her, she always pictured a world of “elegance” and like anything else that was “elegant” it had be décor in what her family had put into a dress like the little mice of net society they were. If they were the “mice,” then Keera was their “Cinderella,” and it was about time she had ruled with an iron fist once again, or in her case, be as clear, beautiful, and careful with her power as if it was an admirable glass slipper. She struck her foot onto the ground as her heel could be hot enough to strike a spark. Her arms folded across her chest once more and her eyes closed hiding the usual mystery behind them, just like before. Slowly they had opened showing that “motherly” expression she had shown to the rest of the girls before, only this time meant for someone else as she had a gentle smile. Her pressed lips giving off a minor chuckle that was so “full” of one’s self as if what Yuki said was gullible. What were the “proper” words Keera would say to empower one of her ranks? “Disappointed or not the husband would be, it would not matter…” Keera had spoke half-heartedly, “…be proud that you have wishes for a family and leave a heartless man to his devices. A ‘lady‘ should always be considered when love with true 'grace' is in the equation…not that I am a fan of such a thing.” Keera had spoke as if she had no bias whatsoever in her advice, but rather the simplest of “common sense.” That’s what a mother would make things sound like: it would all sound, “right,” and not something you wanted to hear. Her eyes shifted to Yuki, and once doing so, she had given off that care free chuckle once more. Wolf-like thoughts pushed aside and generosity formulating as she spared a space between the fangs for just a chew of reality for the young woman before her; in other words, she would put her on the right track, even if one day, she would be the one to deliver the harshness on a platter seeing she was not even aware of how this young woman's path and her own would cross. She had no plans, nor trust to anyone but a temporary truce to Yuki, but she was a generous woman, and after all, this young woman was to thank for her small awakening. “Ms. Yuki…” she had addressed the young woman as if a “superior,” or on the par of a sister of her own. “…we‘re…taking this girl with us.” The usual strict, made up mind she would command she would use when deciding things for herself. “Surely, we can spare one more on a day of shopping, and that young woman‘s clothes will not fit her in a few months. I think it would be best if we take her shopping for maternity clothes and show the man mercy to not foot the bill. Besides, ignorance that his lover need him is just...priceless, yes? ” The insult was somewhat cold, but the gesture was pure as she had folded her arms back over and shot a sly smile to the popstar. Now Listening To: "Affection" from Persona 4 OST IC Attire: Purple leather jacket and pants set; black blouse; purple head band w/ Butterfly Charm; white open sandal heels Chatty Ditz: Hmm...? Edited by DIVA, Jan 2 2010, 09:19 PM.



Roll-Chan	Jan 7 2010, 04:17 AM Post #14
I would just love to kill you. Your blood would match my floor perfectly. Posts: 806 Group: ONB Member #2,116 Joined: November 24, 2007	Mizu shrugged slightly. She didn’t come out to talk about Zerix. She came out to try to enjoy herself from being locked in her own Manor with so many servants that never gave a damn about her, and that were only working because of the high payday they’d get. Only Hannyu was her friend. Her true friend. Zoya was her good friend was well, but hadn’t seen her in a long time now. She had no idea how she was, but she had a feeling that she wouldn’t see her anymore. She had told Hannyu about the pregnancy and how scared and panicky she had been in the beginning, and Hannyu had been helping her ever since she got home. And away from Zerix. Mizu was aware that if her father gained knowledge of her condition, he would disown her and kick her out of the Manor in the same day. Mizu didn’t want that. She shivered to the thought of never being able to see her mother, the person she looked up to, ever again. The only lifestyle she was used to was that one, even though she was trying to change it to the better, by never getting expensive clothes for herself, and never eating in top restaurants, nor staying in five star hotels. The only luxuries in her life were the ones in the Manor. It was good enough for Mizu that way. “H-Hum, n-not exactly.. Th-The last time I saw him was before I realized I was pregnant.. He’s always been the type of person who can’t have things attached to him..” Mizu explained. When she referred to ‘things’, she was clearly referring to herself and to the unborn child. It pained her to refer to her child as a thing, it made her chest burn. She would make sure to not say such thing again. Another detail hanging in Mizu’s mind was that she was not even aware of Zerix’s current state. She knew he had turned himself in, but more than that she did not know. She was aware that if his enemies knew that he was to be a father, they might try to use her, and the child, against him somehow. She didn’t want that. It might be a selfish wish, but Mizu didn’t want her child to go through any type of horrors. Like she did, in the past. “.. I-I would like him to be happy again, though.. I would like to see him smile again..” the female said, with a somewhat idly expression. She wanted to go back to the time when they were just in school. When they didn’t have to worry about anything serious. When she actually saw him smile more. So much more. Now he stopped doing so as often as he used to. Mizu liked his smile. It made her feel happy and it eased her heart to know that he was content. She made a small soft smile, his smile(link will be posted soon), as she recalled some of the times that they were together. She liked how he held her. She liked how he kissed her. Mizu wanted it to happen all over again. She wanted it bad, but she knew she couldn’t. That and time wouldn’t turn back. If it did, she would have changed so many things.. She then noticed the first woman crying. Mizu didn’t know how to react to it, but lucky for her, she seemed to calm down easily enough. One of the things that Mizu hated to see is people crying. It always made her feel so helpless and weak, it almost break her heart. “He was never a bad person to me, though.. He was always kind and sweet..” the girl said with almost a giggle in her voice. “Still.. I cannot tell him.. I’m not sure of how he will react.. I don’t want to scare him away.. I don’t think he’s ready for such a news..” Mizu said, her voice changing to a slight sad tone, but she quickly stopped it. As the moment of silence passed by, with everyone pondering over their own issues, problems, and whatsoever, to which Mizu was completely unaware of, the second woman seemed to have made a comment to the other one. ‘Ms. Yuki…we‘re…taking this girl with us.’, she had spoken. Oh, no. Now she would become a burden to the two of them. The other lady was waiting and now Mizu was going to ruin the things for her. If only she hadn’t requested to sit there. If only she had walked just a little more to find another bench. “A-Ah, I don’t.. I-I mean..” she stuttered, not knowing what to say. Was it really alright? She wasn’t too sure. Could she go with them just like that? Maybe Yuki-san wouldn’t agree with that. After all, they didn’t even know each other, since she had just met the two, and consequently, just by accident. “I don’t know.. I-I mean.. Y-Yuki-san was waiting for you, and I don’t want to be a burden to neither of you.. I-I mean..” Mizu said, as she placed her closed fists over her knees and looked down at her feet, feeling embarrassed. Maybe it wouldn’t be alright. Maybe she shouldn’t go. Well, shopping all alone is kind of boring, but Mizu didn’t want to step over what seemed to be a date between the two ladies.



MistressSheena	Jan 13 2010, 04:17 PM Post #15
Goddess of Pleasure Posts: 1,416 Group: NetMafia Member #2,944 Joined: December 27, 2008	After taking in what Mizu said, and hearing the change in Keera's tone, a small sigh escaped my lips as I stood up and fixed myself. What was supposed to be a chance to be alone with Keera and some personal time for us to get used to each other, we ended up picking up a third wheel. Not that I was against it; this girl was an interesting person with an intriguing past that may have to do with someone I know. Before we moved on to a shop, I had a thought I needed to tell Mizu. "I know you might think that he'll leave you; but I think you should tell him anyway. The worst that could happen is still a lot better than what I went through. At least your child's father is still alive, while mine is..." I didn't say anymore than that. Even if they would be separated, he would still be alive for an opportunity for the child to spend time with him, where I lost that chance. "All right, girls; where will our next destination be?" As I spoke, my subconscious took over and helped itself to Keera's hand, as my fingertips entwined themselves upon her own fingers. It felt so natural to me to show light affection to her, even though I normally would have asked permission. However, before it was too late, I let out a whisper that only Keera could hear. "...I hope you don't mind my intrusion, Keera. ..I can't help myself." A soft pink flushed from my cheeks as my eyes looked toward her own.



DIVA	Jan 14 2010, 05:46 AM Post #16
Bring it! Posts: 1,389 Group: Rogue Member #1,031 Joined: April 1, 2007	Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image _______________________________________ "Under a beautiful blue sky;" "I was a little scared, too." “I don’t know.. I-I mean.. Y-Yuki-san was waiting for you, and I don’t want to be a burden to neither of you.. I-I mean..” “Shush I say!” Keera had chanted lifting his right hand as she pressed a sound index finger at her own lips, “Say no more. It is not polite to turn down lady‘s offer, so you shall join us. I can have you for today as a one time with myself and Yuki. I have decided and that shall not go to waste.” Keera was strict and blunt. It had been a passive trait for the woman to assert herself when necessary. The young woman seemed very shy in her eyes, delicate, and they always had said that it would be the meek that would inherit the Earth. It was the year, 20XX and still young women and men like the one before her still had their share of problems, ordeals, and seemed to have nothing to barrage them on the daily bases but fear. This injustice would make her very sick to the stomach. Quickly, Keera had reached out to the young woman’s hands and pulled her accordingly from the bench. Her eyes had gone to the beaten path of the plaza as she had taken to the stroll of walking with the young women. Finally thinking about it, it was a pleasant day. It was one of those usual days where she would walk around without a care in the world. Secretly, she had been actually keeping tabs on her sister every now and again. She could recall sometimes even finding them in the middle of the plaza arguing, whining, always screaming something like, “I’ll tell Ms. Keera!” It was a strange thing seeing if she was with them on some days, a slightly older woman would reach down to the stature of a fifteen year old looking to bring order. Days like that made her smile as she tried to bring that order, and from afar, she would laugh and giggle knowing about them settling their arguments before they got home in some way. Those days she thought would last forever, and now, they seemed to past themselves along in the form of her reliving them through walking through the plaza with the two young women before her. "I know you might think that he'll leave you; but I think you should tell him anyway. The worst that could happen is still a lot better than what I went through. At least your child's father is still alive, while mine is..." That was right, these children were not like her own. They were a mystery to her. The young woman who had tried to connect to her heart, and the shy one who had trouble trying to connect her own with her lover. Feelings were fragile; very fragile. It took only a lost for Keera to finally find this out. Her eyes had often slipped among the girls remembering that she knew nothing about them, but she did know “enough.” Even as Yuki had pried in the business of the young woman’s affairs, Keera had no intention to comment any further. She had said her “word” and it would remain just as that. "All right, girls; where will our next destination be?" That question was actually beyond Keera. As her chin lifted to observe the chain of stores, she had let her eyes wander. She seemed to not care much of the options seeing it was not her thought to “shop” for the maternity clothes. It was this young woman’s choice in what to wear. All that Keera had to say in the option was paying out of her wallet which was one less concern seeing that clothes were less expensive than weaponry and upgrades for her NetNavi in that time of need. “What say you, Mizu?” she had spoke up, “Where would you like to shop?” Just as Keera had asked that, she had felt something sliver around her fingers. Her eyes were quickly to open to realize Yuki once again was closing the distance between them. She was so affectionate. It was not usually in Keera’s tastes to such a thing in return to someone who was nearly a complete stranger to her, especially when it involved such a need. What was it about her “affectionate” need that made her want it so much? Maybe it was the skips in her words in speeches on some subjects. Keera was no fool, and she caught on quickly to some things. "...I hope you don't mind my intrusion, Keera. ..I can't help myself." She didn’t mind, not this time. To show that approval, her limp and nervous hand that had tried to slide away at one point had doubled in raveling itself towards the hand of young Yuki before pulling her forth to a shoulder offering it to her. It was natural considering it was that same shoulder she had given to another affectionate female that she had kept close for protection as well as to keep heavily on her promise. She could feel deep down that it was “safe” to do this, but even so, it did not feel completely right. Now Listening To: "Affection" from Persona 4 OST IC Attire: Purple leather jacket and pants set; black blouse; purple head band w/ Butterfly Charm; white open sandal heels Chatty Ditz: May be gone for a while after this post. Current Quoutation: Utada Hikaru



Roll-Chan	Jan 18 2010, 04:57 AM Post #17
I would just love to kill you. Your blood would match my floor perfectly. Posts: 806 Group: ONB Member #2,116 Joined: November 24, 2007	Still slightly embarrassed, Mizu was still stuttering when the tougher-looking woman spoke in, stopping the brunette’s own words. ‘Shush I say! Say no more. It is not polite to turn down lady‘s offer, so you shall join us. I can have you for today as a one time with myself and Yuki. I have decided and that shall not go to waste.’ She had said. She had even grabbed Mizu’s hands and dragged up. (Which I believe were her hands. If not, I deeply apologize and just ignore those actions. >_<) The 19 year old female almost forgot her two bags over the bench, to which she stretched her right arm to pick them up. Mizu then just looked at the tougher woman with a blink before she finally dropped her shrank shoulders, in defeat. “Hum.. I.. Th-Thank you..” she said. She really didn’t want to be a burden between their date, but since she said it was alright, in some sort, Mizu would tag along. “.. Th-Thank you for allowing me to go with you.” She said with a weak smile. “I-I will do my best to not be a burden to you both.” She said, and bowed her head down. ‘I know you might think that he'll leave you; but I think you should tell him anyway. The worst that could happen is still a lot better than what I went through. At least your child's father is still alive, while mine is...’ Yuki had said. Mizu could only look upwards again and at her with an expression that showed an utter concern. “.. Ou?” She breathed, not exactly knowing what to say there. Her expression was definitely not a pity one. No, but it was an expression that she rarely showed, though. As Mizu heard Yuki speaking, something hit her heart badly. What would she do if Zerix was dead? If he weren’t there to see his own child when it’d grow up? What would she do if he were really, really dead, not just pretending, like he had done before? Those thoughts had never crossed her mind, but now that she thought about it.. It hurt. Mizu could only think that she would die if he were gone for real. If the person you love most were to be gone, your only thoughts were to die along with him, no? “.. I guess.. I can be glad that he’s still alive.. I think I should.. tell him..” Mizu said to herself as she looked down to the road. She looked at her bags randomly as her expression became nostalgic for a few moments. She was going to be a mother. Her brain still wasn’t fully aware of it, which made her feel weird with herself sometimes. She was still wondering about those, and some other, facts when she heard another voice speaking up again. ‘What say you, Mizu? Where would you like to shop?’ the tougher woman spoke again. She had to decide? Her? So suddenly? Mizu didn’t know how to deal with this type of situations, because she never had to take any kind of decisions by herself, due to her family traditions. But since she was asked to, she would still try. Mizu didn’t yet know these two ladies well enough, so, she had yet to know how to talk with them, including proper words, expressions, etc. “Hum, well.. What.. What do you think I should b-buy to, hum..” she looked at herself, before continuing. “.. Look more elegant? I-I know it won’t last too much, b-but..” she asked, tilting her head slightly to her right side, clearly puzzled over the issue. How could she buy elegant clothing if she was going to have a baby in about eight months? The clothes she’d buy now would not fit her anymore after just a few months. Unless men found pregnant women sexy -which was not even the case-, Mizu would not just find herself pretty when she’d be looking like a white whale. Mizu had always been elegant, but now, she’d get fat due to the baby. She had already read in a book that her chest would grow significantly more because of the milk and that her feet would swell up as well. Also, when her tummy would get more visible, Mizu did not intend to leave the Manor before the child is born. If anyone she knew would see her like that, Mizu would be in deep trouble. Deep, deep trouble, since she was only supposed to do ‘stuff’ after being marriage. That’s the traditional Japanese way for you. It made her scared. She had her best friend’s help, but she was flat scared of her father’s reaction if he were to know about her unborn child. Luckily for her that he was never home due to his work. Mizu was not aware of herself, but her expression tightened as she thought about her father’s possible reactions. “.. If he ever finds out, I’ll..” she said to herself, not wanting to think of the bad as she bit the corner of her lip. Luckily for her, she had done so when the two ladies were somewhat distracted with themselves, so she hoped that they wouldn’t notice this change in herself. She did not want them to pointlessly worry about her. Edited by Roll-Chan, Jan 18 2010, 05:14 AM.



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