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It took until the end of their dinner and leaving to head back to Chie's house before they were calmed down enough to discuss what had just happened. Chie was highly embarrassed, but before she could even begin to fully dig into the reasons, Yukiko had something else prepared to say.

"I'm very sorry, Chie-chan."

"Ye-what?" she said, switching gears mid-word because she was taken aback and unprepared. "For what?"

"I believe you weren't really ready for me to do what I did just now. And yes, I know you insisted that you could handle it, but… I have a feeling that Ebihara-san coming up to talk to us changed your feelings. But you didn't stop me, so I made an assumption, and now… I think… it was the wrong one."

A long sigh of relief burst from Chie. "Okay, thank you. Whew! I was gonna say that I was a little freaked out, but um, I didn't want you to feel bad. Especially 'cuz I did something so gross."

"Huh?" Head tilting adorably in confusion, almost making Chie want to sweep her into a fresh kiss, she asked, "What did you do?"

"What do you mean? I kissed that bitch!"

"Ohhh. Well, I just assumed that was part of the playacting." Though her eyes did lose a little of their light as they resumed walking.

"Yeah. I mean, it kinda was, but like… I dunno, I was trying not to moan when I came and that was the easiest way to cover my mouth. And she is cute. Even if I wish I was kissing you instead."

That made a brief smile flash across her lips. "Oh, I see."

"Sorry."

"Well… it's my fault for continuing to play with you while she was leaning so close. I could see as plainly as you that she was making a 'kiss me' face."

"A 'kiss me' face?" Yukiko recreated said expression, and Chie had already started to lean in before she shook the spell off. "D-damn, that's… that is super effective!"

The Yasogami beauty queen giggled as she slipped her arm through Chie's and pulled her up the walk to her house. "I've seen the other staff at the inn do it to get tips. Not all of them, of course. Perhaps they watch the same TV shows as Ai-san? Those Korean dramas…"

"Ugh, I can't stand those. I mean, they're good right up until they hit some scene that's just so super dramatic that I can't take it seriously anymore."

"Really? I love them; you're not wrong, they are exaggerated, but I look at it as… that's the art form. It's how they display the full spectrum of the human emotional state by shining a brighter light on them."

Chie blinked a few times, then stuttered, "W-well, yeah, that's true. Sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry. I always knew you didn't like them as much as me."

"Oh." As she fished out her keys and opened the door, she said, "Well… isn't that bad, though? Like, if we're dating…"

"So what? You and I don't have to like all the same things. I never much cared for that Super Sentai show of yours, but I don't hate it, and I like watching it with you because you just get so into it." As they stepped out of their shoes in the entryway, she asked, "Isn't that what relationships are all about? Compromise?"

"Huh, well yeah. I mean, I wanna argue, but that makes total sense. You're sure you don't mind sitting through my stuff?"

"Not if you don't mind sitting through mine," she answered with such a sweet smile that Chie felt her pulse racing. "I think that's settled. We will continue to share our shows."

"Deal," she chuckled lightly as they lingered near the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, you can go on up and start on your homework while I get a couple chores done. Won't be that long."

"You sure you don't want some help?" Yukiko asked with very genuine concern in her tone.

"No, no! I got this. Plus once you figure out the assignment you can help my dumb ass."

Pouting, she slapped her arm and hissed, "Stop that! You are not dumb. Just not an academic." And still they lingered. Yukiko slid her hands up to perch on Chie's shoulders. "You're my Prince."

What was she supposed to do besides kiss her? Whatever it was, it wasn't going to happen, because she was already leaning in to gently take her soft lips, pressing her back against the wall by the bottom step. Yukiko barely squeaked before relaxing into the contact, lips sliding over her girlfriend's as they enjoyed their sweet moment together.

"CHIE! IS THAT YOU?"

Moment over. Hastily stepping away from her friend, she called out, "YEAH, MOM! BE THERE IN A SEC!" Then she hissed, "Go on, I'll catch up!"

"Okay," she chuckled before whispering, "I'll try not to think too hard about how sexy you looked in Aiya. Squirming everywhere from my-"

"SHHH! God, you're going to drive me crazy, I gotta go talk to my mom!" But they were both grinning as they parted ways.

~ o ~

The chores didn't take too long. Her mother wanted her to clean up the kitchen, take out the trash, and to go outside and feed Muku. She rumpled the big, lovable Saint Bernard's fur after his bowl was full, smiling and doting on him for a little while. He would need a walk in an hour or two.

"Awww, your poor collar," she sighed as he licked her all over the face. "STOP! Haha! Sorry, I got you a new one but it's too small, I gotta take it back. This weekend, I promise."

Muku barked as she played with his jowls, still sadly glancing at the old, threadbare leather around his neck. Privately, she was glad she had the wrong size; it was red and she thought maybe a black collar would suit him better. Serendipitous. Then he pounced on her and she laughed and shoved him away.

"Okay, OKAY! I gotta go, but I'll be back in a few, boy. Be good!"

He barked his approval. She shook her head and rolled around with him again. Chie had always liked dogs, but there was an even more special bond she shared with him. Yukiko had loved him the minute she found him, but her parents knew a busy inn was no place for a puppy that would grow into such a large, exuberant dog. That had been how Chie met her for the first time: sobbing on the sidewalk and clinging to his neck, lamenting that she couldn't keep the creature that had wormed its way into her heart so quickly. So Chie's agreement to take in Muku had cemented their freshly-created bond — an early indicator of how close they would eventually become.

Almost like he was their child or something.

Chie quickly washed up and used the toilet before heading into her room to check on her friend. "Hey, so I was gonna grab us some chips but Mom says we shouldn't spoil our dinner, so I guess… we have to…"

"Oh, that's fine," Yukiko said with a sweet smile from where she sat on the floor in front of Chie's bed, copying down notes from the textbook open next to her. Then she noticed she had frozen just inside the door. "Um, Chie? Is something the matter?"

"What… is that…?"

After a few seconds of trying to figure out what she meant, she saw the finger pointing at her. "What is me?" But when her hand moved up to touch her chest, she breathed, "O-oh. I forgot."

Apparently, Yukiko had forgotten she was wearing Muku's would-be replacement collar. The bright red of the leather was rather flattering against her pale skin, and the shiny metal studs caught the light just right. It was a little loose around her neck but not terribly so — though she had it cinched to the tightest setting.

"How? I m-mean… how could you forget you were wearing it? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"No, not really. But now I feel silly…" She smiled shyly as Chie closed the door and walked over to sit on the bed. "I just saw it lying on your dresser and thought I might try it on, because of how happy it made my shadow. But I completely forgot I did that when I got focused on homework."

"Well, um, it's totally cool. Just really wasn't expecting it, but I guess…" She shrugged awkwardly, hands clenching on the edge of the bed.

And then Yukiko turned slightly and looked up at her, eyes wide with curiosity and concern. It made for a very specific type of display that Chie could not ignore: fists pressing down into the rug, back arched. Almost on her hands and knees. And that striking red collar dangling around her neck while she looked at her with such a compassionate expression…

Compassionate… or loyal. Obedient.

"You guess?"

"I guess… it does kinda… look good." That was not quite what she had intended to say. Really, she had completely forgotten what she was going to say before now. Wait — now she remembered. "You're sure it's not scratchy or something? Because if you like it, hey, feel free."

Cheeks turning a little rosy, she smiled and said, "I don't mind it. Really! Does… it make you uncomfortable?"

"What? I'm not the one wearing it!" But when Yukiko raised an eyebrow, she scratched the side of her face and looked away. "W-well, like… it's weird, because… people don't normally… but you kinda make it work, a-and you look so natural sitting down there… with it on your neck…"

"Sitting down here?" Unfortunately for both of them, she figured it out before Chie herself did. "Ohhhh. Because it's a dog collar, right?"

"Huh?"

Yukiko walked in a small circle on her hands and knees, a sort of bemused smile on her lips. "Am I a pretty puppy?"

Full blush. Chie felt like someone could make okonomiyaki on her face, it was burning so hot as she gazed down at her best friend, who was literally behaving like a dog. For her. If not for seeing Other-Yukiko do the same thing, she would be laughing her ass off right now, thinking it was a mere joke. But that shadow had made it distinctly…

Sexual.

"Yeah," she breathed. When Yukiko actually waggled her hips from side to side, she reached down and caressed her hand over her hair. "Pretty girl."

"Mmm," she sighed, closing her eyes and leaning into the touch. "My Prince…" The eyes slit open and she smirked. "My Master?"

God, why did that instantly stir butterflies in her stomach? Not only that… but it made her want to further explore the dynamic between them. "Does, um… does my cute little Yukiko want a treat?" Then she muttered, "That does not sound right, even a little."

Yukiko chuckled. "You're right, Yukiko isn't a very good dog name."

"How about…" It came pretty easy to her while she was petting over her hair again. "Yuka?"

"Oh? You think I'm a gentle flower?" Belatedly, the meaning began to catch up to her and her cheeks turned rosy. "Chie…"

"You knew that, though," she hedged as her own face flushed. "Everybody in Inaba knows… especially after you've been on the news. You're the fairest in the land, and you would never hurt a fly. Japan's sweetheart."

Biting her lip to keep from giggling, she finally managed to whisper bashfully, "Stop. I'm n-not that pretty."

"God, you so are. But I know… you don't see it. Like, even before your shadow pretty solidly confirmed that. But I swear… I'm gonna spend my whole life trying to convince you."

Now tears were blossoming at the corners of Yukiko's eyes. She trembled a little, swallowed hard. Clearly her thoughts were racing, butting up against the wall of emotion trying to overtake her. Then rubbed her cheek against Chie's leg. "Master makes Yuka so happy. Yuka is hers forever."

Now her heart really was hammering in her chest, and her pulse was pounding somewhere downstairs — an area she would always associate with Yukiko for the rest of her life. Because she was the only one for her. Hers. How lucky could she get?

"Good girl, Yuka. Good girl."

"Chie? Are you… crying? Is everything-"

"All good," she cut her off, wiping at her eyes hastily. "Noooo problem here! Just, um… just all… a-anyway, it looks like you're really happy about the collar, so it's yours. All for Yuka, okay?"

"All for Yuka!" she piped up with a big grin and a little bounce. Of course, Chie could see she was a little bit bemused that she liked having her best friend as a dog, but… it wasn't all that. She also found their little impromptu roleplay to be fulfilling somehow. Both of them did.

"Okay, up, Yuka!" She obeyed, climbing into her lap. "Such a good girl — so pretty, so sweet."

Clearly a little nervous about it, Yukiko let out a quiet little bark. It didn't sound much like an actual dog but it wasn't bad for a first try. Not sure what else to do, Chie decided to kiss all over her face like she would with Muku.

"AH!" she yelped out before giggling, "Stooop, that's so much!"

"Well I have to show my doggy how much I love her," she laughed back — before her breath caught in her throat. It had been so easy to say. Was this too big a step too soon, when they had only just barely begun to realize they had such feelings for each other?

But before she could dwell on it too deeply, Yukiko was already pressing a very light kiss to her lips. "Yuka loves you too, Master. Very much."

"R-really? Are we just playing, or…?" When Yukiko shook her head, biting her bottom lip to keep from grinning too wide, Chie found she felt light-headed. "Oh. Wow, I'm- okay then. I guess that answers that question."

"Guess it does. Is that alright?"

"Absolutely. I mean… I already knew I loved you the most, so I guess… since we're together now, that means…"

"We're in love," Yukiko breathed for the two of them. Her arms tightened around Chie's body as she pressed her face into her neck, adding in a muffled voice, "I… this is crazy, and I'm shocked, but I've never been happier. Do you think this is normal?"

The Prince couldn't help laughing nervously as she pushed her hands into her best friend's back through the layers of her school uniform. "How the heck should I know? I've never been in love before! Geez, I've never even put a note in a boy's locker before!"

"Well, it probably isn't normal that I'm wearing a collar. But otherwise, it feels… nice. Letting you keep me. I belong to you forever."

"Yeah. Crazy, but yeah, I… I'm never letting you go. Bet on that."

The next kiss lasted for a long minute, hands caressing, lips entwining as their hot breath commingled in the space between their bodies. Before she knew it, Chie was undressing her as they rolled over on the sheets, hands seeming to know exactly where to go.

"You want me right now?" Yukiko asked in scarcely a whisper, pupils dilated fully as she gazed up at her best friend.

"Damn right. Do you… not want to? We could-"

"I just want to be close to you," she cut her off. "What we do isn't nearly as important."

Chie kissed along her neck, feeling her pulse and listening to her shaky breaths. That light scent that only belonged to Yukiko filled her lungs as she finally got her skirt down her legs, then began to peel her black tights off.

"Oh…"

"What?" Chie asked urgently, stopping with them bunched around her friend's knees. "Did I screw up?"

"N-no, you're fine! I was just wondering if you had... a thing… but I suppose I don't know why I thought about that."

Completely lost, she prompted, "Thing? What thing?"

"For stockings. For some reason, when you started taking them off my thought was that clearly you don't have a thing for stockings if you're getting rid of them."

Glancing at the tights, she finally connected the dots and let out a long "Ohhhhhh" as her head bobbed up and down. "R-right! Well… I've always thought you look great in tights, but I definitely never thought about it that way! Did you… want me to be into them like that?"

"NO! I mean…" Now her legs were fidgeting, so Chie continued to pull the stockings off to let her have the freedom to move. "You were into stepping on my face, and… I kind of was too… I was mostly just curious."

"Oh. Like, if I'm into feet and stuff?" She wasn't, but could definitely see how Yukiko got that impression. "Nah. But don't get me wrong, yours are cuter than Ebihara's, that's for sure."

That made her smirk. At first she couldn't figure out why, but then Yukiko muttered, "You were checking hers out, huh?"

"What?! No way! I m-mean, she really didn't leave us much choice, did she? Slamming her leg up on the table like that! She's crazy!"

"She's vain," Yukiko giggled as she ran her toes up and down her girlfriend's leg. "But thank you, for your reassurance. I wasn't trying to fish for compliments but I like it when you give them."

"No problem. Easy when I think you're the hottest girl on the planet." She picked up the playful foot and began to massage.

"Mmmhh…"

Chie felt a new flutter in the pit of her stomach. Yukiko was into this? No… it was a lot more likely she was enjoying a foot massage like a normal person. Well that was fine. Smiling in the knowledge that she could do something for her favourite person, she started digging in harder with her thumbs.

"O-oh goodness!" she gasped out, squirming and clutching at the sheets as her pale pink sole was assaulted. "Chie! W-wait!"

So she paused in her motions. "Yeah?"

"Shouldn't… I be doing this for you, Master?"

"Well… I mean, um…" Flustered by the return of that term of address, she shrugged and looked away. "I've… never seen any dog give a foot massage, so I think you're in the clear. Thanks, though."

"But isn't that an obvious benefit of having a dog with opposable thumbs?" They both laughed at that one, and Yukiko took the opportunity to crawl up into her lap. "I also assume you would rather have human-kisses than dog-kisses."

"Hell yeah, I would. C'mere, Yuka."

Another few minutes became lost to time. Eventually, they were both in their underwear and tangled up in the sheets, enjoying the closeness and warmth that provided. Paradise. Chie really wouldn't have minded if time froze in that ephemeral moment: she couldn't imagine a better one coming in the future.

Although the collar was still on. Was she really that comfortable in it? Curious, she slipped a finger in past the band of leather and gave it a gentle tug.

"Nhhh," she breathed into Chie's lips. That sounded favourable. So she tried it again a bit harder, and this time their kiss broke so she could moan out, "A-ah… Master?"

"Is my Yuka okay?" she asked cautiously. She only wanted to keep going if it wasn't a problem.

"Uh-huh. I mean, um, yes. Yuka is fine." She maneuvered two sets of legs until they were able to press their sexes up against each other, thin layers of panties notwithstanding. "Mmhh… does Master want to train me now?"

Luckily, Yukiko had tapped the hand tugging at her collar with a single finger; otherwise she wouldn't have been able to catch on. "Oh? So… you like this training?"

"Yes!" she gasped out, barely a strain in her voice from the restricted airflow. "M-makes me feel… like Master will take care of me!"

Maybe eventually, they would be practiced enough that they wouldn't have to reassure each other so often. But even with that slowing things down… this was still so much hotter than when she had been trampling Yukiko or spanking her. It felt a lot more right – which was both worrying and reassuring at the same time. Why did she like bossing her around? She knew Yukiko wanted someone to take care of her, but was that all it was for Chie? That she wanted to be her caretaker, and it got a little twisted due to petty jealousy?

"A-ah!" Yukiko gasped out a little weaker, face flushed from the effort to breathe.

"Good girl," Chie purred down at her as she rolled her hips a little harder. What she wouldn't give to suddenly sprout a thick cock with which to slam into her… or vice versa, really, but she figured being the owner meant she was supposed to have it. Maybe they could look into buying one at least. "Master's so happy you… like your training! I'm gonna train you real good!"

Hotter and hotter, their passions burned as they writhed together. Eventually, Chie awkwardly yanked down her own panties, and Yukiko took advantage of the break to drag air into her lungs and divest herself of all remaining garments, as well. Then they resumed their positions, this time with one of Yukiko's legs up over her shoulder.

"MMhhh! My Prince! Or… I mean, Master?"

Chuckling breathlessly, she told her, "It's fine, whatever! Do you… like one more than the other?"

"Well…" Laughing herself now, if a bit more shyly, she licked her lips before answering, "I like Prince more, but… Master is… it m-makes more- NNH! Makes more sense when you have me in a collar!"

"Yeah? I mean… this was your idea," she snorted as she tugged on the leather.

"Was it? I think it was yours! In the TV!"

That brought a full blush back to Chie's cheeks — though it wasn't a far leap, since she was already glowing red from the exertion. "Y-yeah? I guess… you have a point, b-but…"

"I know! You didn't really… think of me… it's okay! Just keep going!"

"R-right!"

So keep going they did. Chie made sure to exert more pressure on the collar, on Yukiko's throat as their hips ground against each other. GOD, that direct contact really made a difference! It still wasn't as incredible as using fingers or mouths, but the knowledge that her most intimate area was pressing right against that of her best friend in the whole world more than made up for the awkwardness and lessened sensation. Her heat was building so fast that she knew it wouldn't take more than another minute.

"M-Master!" Yukiko gasped out weakly. "M-my head… is spinny…"

"Oh shit!" She let go immediately. "Are you okay?! Yukiko!"

After a couple of breaths, she smiled up at Chie. "Y-yeah! Thank you. But you didn't have to stop…"

When her calf muscle bounced off Chie's shoulder, she knew what she meant and smiled as she returned to her blistering pace, grinding their bodies against one another. She still slipped a thumb under her collar to exert pressure, but it was barely anything now — just a little added interest.

"MASTER! I'm- I am close! I think! A-are you?!"

"Ohhhhh YEAH! GOD! I'm so close, Yuk- Yuka! Be a good little doggie and cum for me!"

Instantly, she could see the blush was so much brighter in Yukiko's cheeks. Either from the pet name, being called a doggie, or how vulgar the request was. Maybe all of them — maybe it didn't matter. But all she panted out that was intelligible was the word "YES!" before she was rolling her hips just as hard, meeting her partner on her level.

They both climaxed mere moments later. Chie was both elated and disturbed to feel the wetness growing between them, and couldn't even be sure if most of that was coming from herself or the pet writhing and squealing on her bed. But in the end she decided there was really nothing wrong; she just was used to feeling wet things as being "gross". This was the feeling of being with her lover, and she would cherish it.

"Ohhhhhh," Yukiko groaned as their bodies finally came to a stop and the pressure on her collar was released. "Wow… that… is it… supposed to get better… every time?"

Laughing weakly, Chie slowly moved her leg from off of her shoulder and laid it down before she flopped onto her side next to her best friend. "Maybe? I… agree though, that… was super hot!"

"Yeah," she giggled as she easily rolled to face her, eyes dancing with light and joy. "I can't believe… we can do this, and it feels that good! Without a boy! I thought it was supposed to…"

When she didn't answer right away, Chie prompted, "Supposed to?"

"Oh, sorry. I just meant, I thought boys and girls had bodies that fit together. So that was how sex would be the most pleasurable."

"Well, I guess I sorta thought the same," she admitted with a half-smile as she pet up and down Yukiko's side. And Yukiko's eyes closed in bliss, so clearly it was the right move. "But like, whatever, right? I love you and I'm glad you were into it, since I was, too. Kinda works out like that."

Yukiko nodded fervently. "I agree — very much. And I'm devoted to you, so I don't really feel any need to find out the differences."

"You sure? Like, I would totally get it if you wanna bang some guy and figure out if like, the lesbian life is really what you want."

"Very sure," she reassured her with a little peck on the cheek. "The more I get used to you being my lover, the more I know… it was always going to be this way. You and I were destined to be together."

Tears began to form at the corners of Chie's eyes. They snuck up on her, and she had already sniffled by the time she regained control — which meant it was too late. Her Yukiko was already kissing the tears away, embracing her tighter.

"It's okay, my Prince."

"I just l-love you s-so much!" she blubbered as she clung tightly to her girlfriend. She could hear a tightness in Yukiko's voice when she reassured her that everything was going to be fine, but she didn't break down; she had to be strong while the other was weak. She knew they would be taking turns like this for a long, long time.

"Ohh, it's okay! Shhh, Chie, I love you, too!" The delicate hand petting over her hair both helped and made it worse. "Yuka loves Master!"

That made the next sob turn into a chuckle. "God… we're pretty messed up!"

"No, I don't think so. Just different." She pushed her head back enough to kiss her lips, gazing up into her eyes — and revealing her own were slightly wet. "But you and I are forever. Even if we're weird, we can be weird together, okay?"

"Uh-huh," she managed to blubber, sucking in a deep, hard breath to steady her nerves. "Okay… God, we have homework to do and stuff, and I'm… I mean, we just banged, and it was incredible, and I don't know why I'm sad about being so happy?"

Yukiko giggled and kissed both her cheeks again. "I've heard that people cry when they experience extreme emotions. I know I do. Doesn't only have to be bad emotions, you know."

"Well, I think it sucks! Get me outta this mess!" They both laughed as they relaxed on the bed, more or less nude and basking in the afterglow of a good lay… and the acceptance of their connection to each other. "Ah man… Yuki-chan, I'm so happy."

"Me, too," she whispered as she curled around her body and nestled in again. "Your puppy really loves you."

"Y-you don't have to say the puppy thing, y'know. I was just messing around."

"You were not. And neither am I." As Chie tried to fight off the hot shame trying to fill her, her new pet kissed her gently and whispered, "I can be your secret puppy whenever one of us needs it. I do not mind at all, because I know you take good care of Muku, so… why wouldn't you take good care of me?"

"It's demeaning…" When Yukiko frowned hard, she sighed. "Okay, okay, we both know I'm gonna treat you great for a dog, but I should be okay treating you like a person, right? So… maybe just a sexy thing, once in a while… that's not so bad."

Her girlfriend pet up and down her stomach. "Whatever makes you comfortable. But if it would help… I'll start wearing this collar all the time to help you get used to it."

"WHAT?! N-no, don't- I mean, somebody's gonna ask, and what the hell would you tell them?!"

"That I belong to Master." When Chie paled, she giggled hard a few times before saying, "I'm kidding! I would tell them I'm trying out a new fashion statement or something. I think it looks nice."

Swallowing hard, she looked down at her nude best friend, clad only in that collar. "Damn, it looks really nice… but I don't want anybody else seeing you like that."

"You don't? Oh…" Her cheeks turning rosy, she bit her lip and looked away shyly. Adorable. "Yuka is all yours, you know. Nobody else will see me this way. But… w-well…"

"What?" she prompted.

"I'm only yours. And this collar will tell people that, even if I don't confirm it. Maybe subconsciously, it will stop guys from hitting on me, because they will equate seeing a collar with ownership. You don't own me like a slave," she cut Chie off when she saw her opening her mouth to protest. "But we can play like you're my pet-owner. And the rest of the time, think of it like an engagement ring."

Well, if Chie didn't already feel like she was about to faint, she definitely did now. "ENGAGEMENT! Y-you wanna marry me?!"

"Obviously."

"NO! No, not obvious — I'm losing my… you would really…"

"Shhhh," she soothed her as the tears came back for both of them, even if moreso for the kung fu master. "Chie, have you heard of a promise ring?" A little nod, so she continued, "Let's say that instead of an engagement ring, then. Just a promise that we are exclusive, not that we're planning to get married. Is… that less… troubling?"

At first, Chie just nodded, and earned herself a few more kisses in the process. When she found her voice again, she whispered, "Not 'troubling'. God, I'm sorry, it's just… freaking me out that I get to be this close to you! That you wanna make it a steady thing! Like, so do I, but you're a literal dream girl and you're picking me over anybody in the whole country, and I just… can't… even!"

"Just a puppy who loves her Master," she whispered into her lips. "Yuka is all for you. Forever."

She had to step up. Say something less freaky-outy. "And Master is never, ever letting you go." Then she let her urgent need to kiss her sweep over them both.

Their homework remained neglected for some time.

To Be Concluded…

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The bell rang to signal the end of class. I stood up, tugging the backpack onto my shoulder as I followed the wave of students out into the hallway. I'm so glad today is Friday, I can spend the entire weekend playing that new racing game that Gramps bought me. I wonder what Travis is doing. Maybe we can have another tournament.

A sharp pain went through my wrist and I flinched, tugging at the black wristband. Underneath it was a pretty big birthmark, a blob of black that looked like some weird-ass alien. It had woken me up out of a dead sleep, burning and itching and I had no fucking idea why. I didn't want to worry Gramps so I kept it to myself, but I'm beginning to wonder if I should tell him about it when I get home.

"Hey, Tegu! Wait up!"

My body tensed as the sickly sweet voice that floated above the other students. I tried to ignore it and keep walking, but she easily caught up with me, threading her arm through my own.

"You didn't wait for me, how rude." Skye pouted, digging her nails into my skin. Heather giggled from behind us.

Skye Jones and Heather Rose were best friends, and they've been my bullies since we were twelve-years-old. I don't know why they suddenly decided to target me, but ever since then, they haven't picked on anyone else. I guess that's the silver lining here. They've made my life hell, but better me than someone that can't handle it.

Skye was five-foot-five with a boyish build, her brown hair reaching her shoulders. Bangs hung down in a straight line over her chocolate eyes. Heather was five-foot-six with a curvy build, her blonde hair falling in waves to her shoulder blades, where the tips were dyed black. Her eyes were the color of sapphires.

Skye tugged me toward the back of the school. It was her favorite spot to attack me because there was a dumpster nearby and she was 'taking out the trash'.

"You've been so cold lately," She clicked her tongue. "You're starting to hurt my feelings!" Releasing her grip, she shoved me against the brick wall of the school, making me grunt as is dug into my back.

"Feelings?" I scoffed. "Didn't know you had those,"

Heather grabbed the top of my head and yanked hard, grinning when I winced. "You should know not to backtalk, Tegu."

"Come on, I wanna hear you scream!" Skye punched me in the stomach. I tried to grab her wrist but Heather grabbed one of my hands with her free on. Skye grabbed the other, pinning it to the wall before slamming her foot against it.

I bit down hard on my lip, tasting blood. I refused to give her the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. At the very least, they'd have to work for it.

"I want to hear you beg for mercy, trash!" She punched me again and again. I tried to sink to the ground but Heather pulled up on my hair and dug her nails into the skin above the wristband.

"You're so weak," Heather chuckled. "You know, you could save us the trouble and just die."

I scoffed. Of course I'm weak compared to you, you're both fucking black belts that's been studying martial arts since you were five.

Thunder roared overhead as grey clouds slowly covered the blue sky.

"Let's finish this up before it starts raining. I just got my hair done," Heather said, releasing her grip on me so she could shove me forward. I stumbled and Skye took advantage to kick me in the chest, sending me back onto the ground. Before I could react, she was on top of me, her hands around my throat, fingers digging into my skin.

Fuck, I can't breathe. I clawed at her hands but her grip only tightened. Is this where I die? Beside some dumpster like a rat? Gramps will be left all alone, and without me around to bully, these two will attack some other student. I tried to pry her fingers off, but she's stronger than I am.

I tried to grab one of the pens that had fallen out of my backpack, but they were just out of reach. When Heather noticed, she kicked them farther away.

My vision is getting blurry, lungs burning from the lack of air. My wrist feels like it's on fire. Tears filled my eyes. I can't die... not here, not like this! It's not fair, it's not fair!

"W-What the hell?!"

My head was swimming. In a last-ditch effort, I reached out for her face, mustering up the last of my strength and pushing as hard as I could. I noticed a few embers drifting on the breeze. She screamed in pain and the pressure fell away from my neck. I took in a large gasp of air, rolling over as I coughed and wheezed. My throat felt tight and it hurt to swallow.

"W-What the hell are you?!"

I looked over my shoulder through blurred eyes. Skye was on the ground, clutching her face with her hands as she cried and screamed in pain. Heather was kneeling beside her, eyes wide in fear as she stared at me.

The hell is she talking about? Her best friend just tried to kill me, but she's looking at me like I'm the monster? Gimme a break. I barely even touched the bitch.

Heather put her hand on Skye's shoulder, her voice softer than I'd ever heard it. "Are you okay?" She pulled Sky's hands away from her face and my eyes went wide.

The whole left side of her face was badly burnt, the skin bloody as blisters started to pop up. Her eye was swollen shut and she was screaming bloody murder.

W-What the hell? Those are easily third-degree burns, but... how? I lifted my shaking hand. It was redder than it should have been like I had run my hand under hot water for too long. Did I... Did I do that? That's not possible.

"You're a monster!" Heather cried, her eyes filling with tears as she shakily pulled out her phone. "I'm calling the police! Hang on, Skye! You're going to be locked away for like, you freak!"

Those words hit me like a truck and I scrambled to my feet, running as fast as I could in my current condition. My head was spinning, my stomach was sore, and it hurt to breathe. And my fucking wrist, the pain is becoming unbearable.

Sirens were approaching in the distance and I ducked into the alley, trying to ignore the pain as I stumbled home, slowly only when I reached my neighborhood. Why am I breathing so damn heavy? I can feel sweat dripping down my face. It's never been this hot and humid during Spring. Is it because of the coming storm?

I stumbled into my house, slamming the door behind me as I tore my jacket off, throwing it onto the ground by my sneakers. "Hey, Gramps?" I called, heading to the thermostat. It says it's only sixty-five degrees, so why am I so hot?

Shaking my head, I entered the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My face was damp with sweat and bright red, my black hair matted to my forehead. Am I getting sick? I turned on the cold water and splashed my face. It felt amazing against my heated skin. I tugged up my shirt, looking at the bruises starting to form across my stomach. I don't feel like anything is broken...

A crash sounded from the living room and my brow furrowed as I opened the bathroom door, heading toward the sound. "Gramps? You okay?" I stepped through the doorway, scanning the room. Everything looked normal aside from the books scattered across the floor on the right side of the room. I headed over, stepping around the couch when my foot kicked something.

My eyes widened, heart speeding up. "G-Gramps?"

The man that had spent his life raising me was on his back, lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. Blood had pooled around him on the floor from the various stab wounds across his stomach and chest. I swallowed hard, forcing myself forward. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, staining his salt-and-pepper beard.

"G-Gramps," I repeated, reaching my hand out to him. My body is shaking as a million different things start to jump around my skull. What the hell is happening?! This has to be a bad dream, it has to be!

Shuffling behind me made me whip my head around. What the hell is that thing?! Standing in front of me was... I don't even know what it was. It's like someone took a shadow and stuffed it into a suit. He had the basic outline of a human, but his entire body was made of black and purple smoke, his eyes glowing yellow. Beside him, a man kneeled down, his hands flat on the ground between his legs. His body was stick thin and he looked like a creature from Lord of the Rings.

There's no way this is anything but a dream. That's right, I'm just having a bad dream. Calm down, Jen.

"Fear not, Jen Winchester. I have come to bring you home."

"That ain't my last name!" I snapped. The heat was returning to my skin. "Who the fuck are you? Did you do this to Gramps?!"

"Please calm yourself. All will be explained shortly." His golden eyes flickered to Gramps. "He did not have to die. All he had to do was hand you over, and he would have lived." He took a step toward me.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" I started to back away, feeling a sharp pain in my wrist. I winched, grabbing it tightly as it started to burn. It felt like someone was holding a damn blowtorch against my skin. I ripped the wristband off. The edges of my birthmark were glowing faintly like the last embers of a fire.

The man was suddenly in front of me, reaching out to me. I flung my arm out to slap his away, only for my arm to be covered in flames. I yelped, waving my arm frantically to try and put the fire out. Wait... why isn't it burning me? It feels... warm, but it doesn't hurt.

"Forgive me for rushing like this, but I'm afraid we're running out of time." His shadowy body expanded, covering the room. I tried to back away as it approached but it was too fast for me. I stumbled back and started to fall. Everything was black, but I was clearly falling through the air.

I tried grabbing at the black walls, but it was like grasping at smoke. I was falling further and further into the void. My teeth clenched, my hands balling into fists. I did not escape one death just to die in this stupid tunnel of shadow! My body was heating up as my anger flared inside of me. I was pissed off at those bitches Skye and Heather for making the last six years of my life a living hell. I was pissed off at my parents for abandoning me and leaving Gramps to raise a kid on his own.

I was pissed off at the world.

My wrist burned, embers drifting from the birthmark as I fell. My hands became engulfed in flame and I yelled out, slamming my fist against the shadowy wall of the tunnel. I punched and punched and punched. It was all I could do.

I heard the man's voice echoing around me. "H-Hey! Stop that, it tickles!"

My eye twitched. "Stop fucking with me!" The flames grew, engulfing my arms. I punched it again and the mist opened up to avoid my fist. It was a small hole, but I could see the sky through it. This is my only option, I couldn't miss this chance. With all of my strength, I kicked through the air, propelling my body forward. I dove through the hole, sunlight streaming over my face and then the rest of my body. The wind whipped around my body and I could see the ground quickly approaching as I fell.

Fuck, what do I do now? I really am going to die. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. I felt something grab my body before an arm tightened around my neck, making me cry out in pain. I opened my eyes, seeing two large men in front of me, one blonde, the other with dark crimson hair. Oi, that guy's fucking face is on fire!

The grip tightened around my neck and I scratched at the arm. Are these fucking scales?! "Ssstay back or the girl diesss,"

I glanced at the face near my own. My life was being threatened by a goddamn lizard. Why the hell is everyone trying to kill me today? I just have to ride this dream out. I'll wake up to the smell of Gramps making his famous omelet for breakfast. He's going to scold me for eating junk food before bed and then I'm going to go to school where I'll get roughed up by the bitch twins. And then I'll return home to find Gramps in his favorite armchair reading an Agatha Christie novel for the tenth time. That's right, I just gotta stay calm until I wake up.

"Release her, villain! She's an innocent child!" The blonde demanded.

Villain? Is this what I get for giving in when Travis forced me to watch that superhero marathon for three days straight last week? I knew I should have been more firm with that no.

The lizard laughed, which sounded like a mixture between a hiss and a wheeze. "No one isss innocent in thisss world. Let me walk away and I promissse no harm will come to her."

The redhead humphed and took a step forward. "Do you really believe that we'd trust you? Let the girl go!"

He hissed angrily, tightening his arm until I couldn't breathe. I clawed at his arm but my nails did no damage to his scaly flesh. "You clearly don't value thisss girl'sss life, Endeavor."

Goddamn it, this is the second fucking time being choked out in the same day.

Endeavor's fists clenched at his sides.

"Let me... go... you scaley... freak!" I gasped out. It was really starting to seem like the universe was working overtime to try and kill me today. I don't give a shit about fate or destiny or these fucking three men, whether this is just a dream or not, I will not die here!

My wrist burned as fire crawled across my skin. I screamed in pain as it engulfed my whole body, spreading to the lizard, who also screamed, shoving me away from him. I fell to the ground, my legs no longer able to hold my weight, but the fire didn't die like it did before. It burned strong, pulling and tugging at my skin. My fingers clawed at the ground, my head beginning to throb violently.

The lizard let out another scream and Skye's face flashed through my mind.

My vision started to blur and I fought to stay conscious. I could see the two men staring at me with wide eyes and if I wasn't in so much pain I would have told them to take a fucking picture. My entire body was screaming at me, begging me to do something, anything to relieve the pain it was feeling. Fuck, I think I might actually die this time. The blonde's face moved in and out of focus.

The last thing I saw was embers drifting away from my wrist, my eyes sliding closed against my will.

それ以上に上昇 ☆ Third Person

All Might watched as the girl slipped into unconsciousness, the flames slowly dying until there was nothing but smoke. He reached out to touch her shoulder and flinched, pulling back to look at his reddening palm. Her skin was too hot to touch, her clothes torn and scorched in several places.

Endeavor scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "Too hot for you, All Might?" The man grabbed her shoulder and roughly turned her over onto her back. Both men blushed and turned their heads away from her exposed chest.

All Might cleared his throat, using his large arm to block the view from the curious bystanders that had started to flood the area. One girl noticed the predicament and cautiously approached the two heroes, holding out her jacket. He thanked her and she ran back to the rest of the onlookers. As he placed the jacket over her body, a pendant slid out from beneath the small bit of cloth on her stomach.

'That necklace... it can't be...'

Endeavor checked on the villain and sighed deeply. "He's dead,"

All Might snapped out of his racing thoughts, letting the jacket fall over her body. Carefully, he slipped his arms under her back and knees, ignoring the sting against his skin. Kneeling down to jump away from the scene, Endeavor blocked his path.

"The police will be here soon to take her into custody," His teal eyes narrowed at the way he held her protectively against his chest.

"She's a child -"

"She's a murderer,"

"She clearly can't control her quir -"

"Why are you defending this child, All Might?" Endeavor challenged, taking a threatening step forward. "Use of a quirk without a license is illegal. Not only that, but she murdered someone, villain or not. As far as I'm concerned, she's just another villain to be dealt with accordingly."

All Might lowered his head to look at her face. It wasn't confirmed yet, and he really didn't want to say anything, especially not to Endeavor, but he knew that the number two hero wouldn't let him leave unless he did. "This child is Alissa's daughter,"

Endeavor's teal eyes widened in shock, his arms falling limply against his sides. He moved his gaze to the girl, scanning her face for any resemblance. Now that he was looking, she certainly did resemble Alissa. He growled, turning his back to the two of them. "Get out of here!"

All Might didn't have to be told twice as he took off, his powerful jump sending him flying through the sky. He had no idea how to handle this situation and the sudden appearance of Alissa Winchester's missing child, but he was confident that Principal Nezu would be able to help.

He headed straight to U.A. High School.

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