NOT/USELESS

@boxndlxsschxos​ | For Toga

@boxndlxsschxos​ | For Cait

Every night seemed more and more like a GAMBLE for Caitlyn – A veritable metaphor for the MOST DANGEROUS GAME. Would Makoto show up tonight? Would Jayce finally figure out that Cait had been sneaking out of bed every two weeks? Would Sae discover her sister’s TREACHEROUSLY TRAITOROUS LIAISONS with her own worst enemy? Gentle swill of her whiskey – A true VINTAGE GAL through and through. On the rocks – Just like her father liked it. Though she also leaned toward a nice VINTAGE WINE called SHIMMER. With a gentle smirk and a last gulp she polished off the hard liquor before calling for SAID WINE. Makoto would likely be here soon, and while part of Cait wanted the barely legal teen to try the whiskey, she figured this would go down SMOOTHER. Hearing her name, purple hair flowed effortlessly as head craned toward the voice, crystalline eyes first catching that TINY SMILE before darting up to INTOXICATING BLOODPITS. She smiled back. “You timed that perfectly. A minute earlier and you’d be ordering a whiskey on the rocks.” Simple teasing – Maybe testing the waters for FUTURE REFERENCE. “Well, well, well…” Blue tourmalines scanned Makoto up and down – SHAMELESS if only thanks to her next words – A VISAGE, BY ANY ANOTHER NAME. “Seems like you’re certainly out to score tonight.” She took a sip of wine, using it to mask the HARSH SWALLOW of that lump left clogging her throat. (Or maybe it was her HEART.) For Caitlyn’s part, she’d adorned herself in WHITE & GOLD, pairing some boot cuts that hugged her ass with a tight corset and open bolero jacket – Giving a… GENEROUS view of her cleaveage. (WONDER WHY…) “You still going with the claims you don’t wanna score ME?” Brow raised, lips curled up. “Make it two for the pretty one. She has some catching up to do.”

Heh… It really was a gay bar… All the intel had been SPOT ON… Now what the fuck did she do? Panic rose back up, possessing body and organs once more. HARSH SWALLOW & BONE-WHITE KNUCKLES – Hand cramping around handlebars… Finally with a growl, she sunk canines VICIOUSLY into her gums, tearing flesh back open, before kicking out the kickstand and locking up her bike. An expensive sports bike, but far too advanced to be easily stolen, with a tracking chip build into the frame itself. With STAMPS kicking up the rain’s residue from yesterday, she crossed the street, eyes locked onto the bar sign. QUICK GULP alongside a single last 4-7-8 routine, and Sae finally took the plunge into SHEER CHAOS.. Good, God. This place was a SEA of alcohol, sweat & sex. Everything cloyed at nostrils – An object of hypersensitivity built into the very genes of the Niijima family, but years of work investigating all the worst kinds of HORRORS in the world left her desensitized. (Though she’d rather be watching an autopsy than… HERE…) Bloodletters scanned crowds and every scene, RELENTLESSLY, from girls to gays to a stupid stripper pole that was THANKFULLY going unused. Bad karaoke blared over speakers before… BING—— …Oh… Her heart FELL from her chest, replaced with what could only be known as a BURNING CORE OF HATRED. Felt like a highly pressurised volcano was looking to ERUPT… Oh, how long would it be until it DID? Time would tell, but for now it had to be TEMPERED. “I’ll have a Negroni.” Arrival announced, with Sae taking a seat at the bar right next to her baby sister. “And I think I’ll take a minute of YOUR TIME, too…” Had she ever sounded so BRUTALLY COLD toward her own flesh and blood before? “So much for only being questioned about the case, huh, sis? The Hell are you wearing and why are you here with HER? And speaking of HER, what’s your game, Caitlyn?” If they tried to leave, she’d find a way to KEEP THEM HERE. This was HER TIME.

                                                                                  —–LEVIATHAN DEMANDED IT…..

          “Whiskey on the rocks? If I remember correctly, that is...Forty-percent alcohol content. At the lowest end of the spectrum.” Depending on the brand, it could reach seventy-percent. According to her RESEARCH. Oh, if her big sis knew that she was spending time STUDYING ALCOHOL instead of LAW --- Makoto didn’t even want to THINK about it! “I wouldn’t mind trying it. Eventually. Perhaps next time you order one I can share it?” Considering she’d gotten TIPSY off the low-liquor fruity beverage Caitlyn had ordered her two weeks ago --- It was a DANGEROUS PROPOSITION. Smirk only stretched when those pretty pale blues roamed her body head-to-toe --- Pink painting across her cheeks & burning the tips of her ears. She could have SWORN she’d witnessed HUNGER swirling around in those oceans. Toothpick thighs rubbed together in search of friction while she thanked the bartender for delivering her drink, lifting it to her lips & taking a TENTATIVE GULP off it. Buchimaru-print panties were already DRENCHED. A byproduct of being stimulated. One that she’d previously read about in sexual-education classes, but never EXPERIENCED FIRST-HAND until recently. Was a STRANGE SENSATION. (Not entirely unpleasant either.)

          “Score?” Logical mind turned over the word --- Must have been slang. In fact, she was certain she’d overheard Ryuji---“Oh! You mean to engage in intercourse? Yes. I think it is about time I attempt that with someone. Don’t you?” Another sip. Longer this time. NEEDED TO FEEL IT. Giving the sheriff a once-over, blood-pits COAGULATED WITH LUST. “Mn.” Softest whimper into the rim of her glass & a throb of her clit when eyes glued themselves to that full, exposed chest. Older woman was practically FALLING OUT of her corset. “Considering your attire, I’m surprised YOU aren’t looking to...Score.” Caitlyn’s next words caught her off-guard & nearly provoked her to CHOKE on her current gulp of wine. “Ahem. That depends.” Glass clattered to the bar-top & she wiped her chin clean --- Glancing over to catch CAPTIVATING AQUAMARINES, “You still going with the claims that you are a happily married woman who can not be scored?” Brows shot up & her skin burned EVEN BRIGHTER at the compliment. Not one Makoto Niijima was accustomed to receiving. She was hardly pretty. ESPECIALLY compared to the beautiful thing seated beside her. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” Sly smirk & she backed the rest of the glass. Face scrunching in DISGUST. Didn’t taste great, but the way it SCORCHED her insides & left her head dizzy & warm was well-worth it. She could see why alcoholics existed.

                                                                        ‘I’ll have a Negroni.’

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jxsticeprxvailed said: “ they were flirting with you ” @ whichever

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FLIRTS never quite did it for Toga. Maybe because that STUPID BITCH back in high school BRUISED HER EGO. Pfft. NAHHH. The little psycho just found the easy bait BORING, much preferring a challenge… A CHASE. “He.He.He. If I didn’t know any betta I’d say y’were JEALOUS!!” More maniacal laughter followed as one arm slung itself RATHER VIOLENTLY around Makoto’s neck, Himiko hip-checking the senior and pulling her close. “Am I right, or am I right?” Toothed grin revealed itself once more, tongue swiping across rightmost canine. “S’okay to admit ya want me, ya know?” WINK. See? Her exact point right here. Some slut wanted her? Who cared? Bitch would only get SCARED the second she pulled the knife out anyway. And would probably just be BORING in the sack. No. No, no, no. She wanted THE NIIJIMA GIRL. Call it a fixation, but the sheer fact this BABE was even hanging around her made her TEN TIMES MORE CURIOUS than anyone else she’d ever met. Factor in her seeming… INDIFFERENCE? To Toga’s societally questionable kink. (Toga theorized it was MASKED SADISM on Makoto’s part.) And then add a PROSECUTOR of a sister, and playing HARD-TO-GET, and welp: Wasn’t that just a VERITABLE COCKTAIL OF FASCINATION? – WHO COULD BLAME HER?! “Would ya slap her if I kissed her? If I bought ‘er a drink would ya throw it over ‘er?” Quick dip of her head, lips brushing Makoto’s ears. “D’ya want me to buy YOU a drink instead?”

Welp… That was a RED ALERT – For both involved parties. Cait hadn’t even REALIZED the passive aggression that painted her tone. Hell, if you’d ASKED THE SHERIFF, she’d have claimed that those words were delivered TEASINGLY – Like a big sister or best friend. Oh, how increasingly dire the present situation appeared with each passing second. “I just never expected you to be so FORTHCOMING. Had you pegged for the WALLFLOWER.” Lies to the bone, but hopefully the kind that Makoto MIGHT JUST BUY INTO. “But it would seem, you have QUITE the devilish side, hidden beneath all those formalities and tedium.” Was she trying to COMPLIMENT Makoto or PUT HER DOWN? Cait’s emotions were so conflicting right now. “As a straight and married woman you’re asking the wrong girl.” Again – LIAR. Something uncomfortable twisted in Caitlyn’s guts, making knots of her intestines and fucking HURTING. More discomfitting… The feeling proved… EERILY FAMILIAR: Like the kind of ENVY, INSECURITY & HUMILIATION she’d only ever experienced when JAYCE flirted with other girls. “But, I suppose its a good thing. Means you have no REAL INTEREST in me, after all.” Why the HELL did she say that? Because she believed it to be TRUE… Or to PREY UPON Makoto’s own senses of GUILT & INSECURITY?

(((Hell, maybe she was doing it to EASE HER OWN CONSCIENCE – Even though the huntress lacked ANY evidence that Jayce ACTUALLY wanted another girl.)))

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

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Hands shook as they gripped BONE-WHITE against the handlebars of her motorcycle. Between chill air and a full moon, one might just consider this a CALM NIGHT… But not for the city’s Prosecutor… Not with such a truth that SANGUINE BLOODLETTERS had just observed. Everything made it hard to function – All HITCHING BREATHS & HAMMERING HEARTS – But she had to zero herself, calm herself. She couldn’t drive STUPID right now. One mistake could spell death on the road. So she squeezed eyes shut tight until TEARS bled from corners and took a page from father’s book: 4. 7. 8. Through the nose four seconds. Hold it seven. Out the mouth eight. With a quick gulp, blood tingling on tastebuds before coating her throat (apparently she’d leant on THAT compulsive coping mechanism as well…), Sae’s vice grip only increased, revving the engine before setting off. GIVING CHASE her traitorous sister. The stranger had been TELLING THE TRUTH. Well… At least, they had been correct with regards to Makoto SNEAKING OUT – Whether she went to a GAY BAR remained to be seen. With a vast knowledge of Shibuya, and a history of weaving alleyways, it proved easy enough to STALK flesh & blood through the town. Question was… Where the FUCK was Makoto going? And what the FUCK did Sae do when they got there?

          Makoto Niijima was DANCING WITH DANGER --- Big sis had become EXCEEDINGLY SUSPICIOUS. To the point of thorough investigations & vicious allegations --- Last they’d spoken, the living-room had become a BATTLEGROUND. Sae had accused her of SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY. (How she wished -- At least if she were sleeping with Caitlyn, this risk might all be worth it). Pencil-thin brunette had left her cellphone in her bedroom. Knowing that the PARANOID & PROTECTIVE public prosecutor set up a tracker in it. Wasn’t like she used the mobile-device for anything aside from contacting her sister, anyhow. SWIFT & APPREHENSIVE glance over her sharp shoulder as she rounded a corner on her way to the gay-bar in Shibuya. CRAMMED into one of the many skeezy alleyways --- Only a singular neon sign hanging above the entrance to tell where it was located. (With a half-naked woman sitting upon the illuminated calligraphy). Ducking inside, she scanned the packed establishment & EASILY SPOTTED Caitlyn nursing a drink at the bar. Two of them had been meeting here biweekly to continue TESTING Makoto’s sexuality. (Shooting lessons occurred on the weeks in-between). Thus far, the Student Council President had experienced her first drink, received a few numbers, danced with a couple girls, and almost kissed one. That was about as far as it had gone. 

“Hm.” A curious little hum. And was she smirking? Just the TINIEST BIT? Why did Sae Niijima feel so goddamn PROUD of the breaks in her baby sister’s voice? Because she was a DISGUSTING MONSTER on her deepest darkest insides. “You know, you’d have had me if you stopped at ‘Do it on the floor’. It was your incessant need for clarification. And of course that TELLTALE SQUEAK that gave away your anxiety.” And what about the way Sae’s eyes remained trapped upon her sibling’s body. Steely in CAUTION but darkened with LUST – What were THOSE a telltale sign o– SNAP OUT OF IT, NIIJIMA!! “Plenty of things?” Simple leading question. Capitalizing on the opening Makoto had FOOLISHLY left. “Do tell.” This was where, as a SISTER and as a LIVING EGO, Sae preferred to be. In control of herself, with her adversaries on the back-foot, and Sae on the OFFENSE. Not that such a thing was EXACTLY the case. After all, Makoto was no adversary. And Sae had this undeniable DESIRE to just… Release her every last inhibiting RESTRAINT. And give herself over. Indulge that arousal that had her STICKY AT THE THIGHS. But what little control she did have, at least offered some degree of FAITH in her morality. “You may wish to RECONSIDER your plea, Makoto. You’re a rather peculiar shade of pink for someone apparently speaking from an INNOCENT & PURE MIND…” Yes, she DID sound judgmental as fuck. Because yeah, her hypocritical conscience WAS acting out. Dictating Sae to do things to REAFFIRM that she was indeed still a GOOD & JUST SISTER. And, yes, she also DID miss the ridiculous irony of it all…

“V-Very well…” Contrast was stark night and day within the LONG-COMPROMISED confines of her own skull. A rather… UNNERVING fact… That left her confidence trembling. “There it is again, Ma–” CATCH IN HER THROAT. “M-Makoto…” Lump dragged itself painfully down Sae’s suddenly dried out esophagus. “Y-Your eyes…” More specifically where those POOLS LIKE CONGEALING BLOOD were fixated… “And–…” (((YOUR TEETH.))) She didn’t finish that line, however. Instead seeking the MORAL AMBIGUITY of the mattress. Mostly to try and quell the IMMENSE heat build up in her core and betwixt legs. “Make me feel…” Uh oh. Now Sae herself was doing it. The very thing she had been JUDGING Makoto for but a second prior. “I-I mean…” Hard swallow and Sae was OH SO GLAD she was facing the wall – AWAY from Makoto. (Hid her PANIC. Hid her SHAME.) “N-No… It’s quite alright. I do now see your point… From earlier that is…” Would Makoto buy that? Or at least partake in this GROUPTHINK. This MASS DELUSION. That both girls didn’t possess such obvious LUST for one another. That all these little HICCUPS if you will, were actually EVIDENCE of their BURGEONING PURITY. If they both lied to themselves… Then the TRUTH wouldn’t come out – WOULD IT? No. It would forever be locked within their bodies. Burning INTENSELY and drawing evidence in EASILY CONCEALED AROUSAL. “M-My apologies for my… earlier accusations…” 

                                                                             Oh, what a MONSTER she was…

“Yes, I– I-…” Deep breath shuddered out in a FAILED ATTEMPT to steady her mind. But she was so far gone from the the GROUNDED PERFECTIONIST. All topsy-turvy on a helter-skelter spiral into INCESTUOUS MADNESS. Oh, where did both their innocence and sense of justice disappear to? And why didn’t Sae CARE? “Y-Yes. You clearly mean oil or han-ha-Mmh…” (Hand Lotion…) Makoto hadn’t even STARTED the massage. How utterly pathetic. (And damning…) That she’d hum out so pleasurefully at the sheer PRESSURE of her sister straddling the backs of her thighs. Could she feel how WET she was? Would it show in stains of the very bedsheets her baby sister slept on? (Had her baby sister had WET DREAMS of her in this very bed? –FUCK…) “Ahh~!!” That was MORE LIKE IT. She nipped at her lip and concentrated on keeping her cheek to the bedsheets. Such was the position her sister INSTRUCTED HER INTO. “I–…” What was that HEAT? “Makoto?” Oh… “F-Feels good…” A half lie to COVER HER TRACKS. How impossible that HEAT & WETNESS, rocked against her ass – SUBCONSCIOUSLY RHYTHMLESS – was to forget… “I-It’s good…” Just like that… Instinctual shift, knees pitching her ass up to GRIND against Makoto’s rocking pelvis. Spine arching itself as DEFT fingers and palms untangled the WORST of her knots in her shoulders, neck and back. “A-Actually… –MMF~!!” Soft moan was followed by an ELONGATED WHINE when thumbpads dug HARD into one of the notches on her spinal column .”C-Could you go lower?” WAS SHE INSANE? “Please, I think I’ve got a REALLY bad knot there…” Another BUCK of Makoto’s hip, another GRIND of Sae’s ass. Another PRESS of Makoto’s fingers. Another MINUSCULE ARCH of Sae’s back. Hard work being met with a PLEASURE-FILLED reward of whimpers and whines and moans. “Ohh… Fuck…” A RARITY that Sae would break her OWN dialectical rules. “We should’ve done this long ago…”

          “Y--You needn’t apologize, sis. It’s a natural human response to hearing certain words strung together in certain ways.” NO IT WASN’T. “Anyone else would have the exact same reaction.” Who was she trying to convince? Sae or HERSELF? (Bit of both). “We are animals at our core. After all.” In nature, without society’s influence & religion’s sin, incest was actually a fairly common occurrence. Wild beasts lived for base pleasures. Food. Water. Sex. Procreation. Violence. More food & more sex. Oh, how Makoto ENVIED THEM. Unbound by social constructs -- Released from the shackles of responsibility. “Sis.” Breathy gasp left her throat parched -- Her big sister had just WHIMPERED PATHETICALLY. Massage hadn’t even started yet. She’d simply straddled the older woman & took a seat upon her ass -- Hot, PULSATING cunt pressed right up against fleshy cheeks through fabric. Black tights were already DRENCHED THROUGH. ‘Suppose that answers the question of if she can feel how aroused I am...’ “Sis? Are...You alright? Am I...Too heavy?” Although Makoto was 99.9% positive her older sister was not groaning out NEGATIVELY -- There was a PANG OF INSECURITY regarding her weight. In other words, she was mostly teasing her, but the reassurance would be more than welcome. 

          “Wh--What’s the matter, sis?” In order to PROTECT HER SANITY, the brunette zeroed-in on the massage itself & all of the techniques she had read up on. Was safer than indulging in the LOUD & LUSTFUL moans that rumbled in that voluptuous chest & trickled shamelessly off that tongue. Sae Niijima seldom lowered her guard to this extent (if at all). Makoto couldn’t recall the last time her sis brought home a man or had sexual encounters -- When she did, it was always brief & they NEVER spoke about it. (Could have been business partners working on a case for all SHE knew.) Even in their day-to-day lives, the elder sibling was all work, NO PLAY. She didn’t sit down on the couch, cuddle up with a bag of popcorn & watch movies. Yet, in this very moment she wasn’t HOLDING BACK. There was no censor. Prosecutor was relaxed & thoroughly enjoying the massage. (Bit too much). These reactions were GENUINE & RAW. Ironically enough, she sounded like the ‘harlot’ she continually accused Ann of being. “I--I told you I knew the spots to make it feel good.” Thumbs bent & hard knuckles rubbed into muscles -- Applying more pressure. (Sae liked it rough -- She’d give it to her rough). Rocks & rolls of her pelvis hadn’t been intentional AT FIRST. Gawky shifts of her weight in order to get a better angle. But then her sister was jutting her ass up against her through fabric -- “Ah! Mmn.” Startled squeak followed by a STRANGLED WHIMPER -- Makoto tried her damnedest to swallow it down. Regain composure & focus on the task at hand. Body was acting absent her mind’s permission, though. Hips GRINDING forward & seeking friction. Thighs subconsciously spreading wider so that her clit could make contact. Wasn’t much, but she could likely get off (if she so chose to). 

RED LIGHT. RED LIGHT. RED! LIGHT!! “Mmh…” How the Hell was she expected to FIGHT THIS? With all the chemicals and neurotransmitters FIRING OFF PLEASURE SIGNALS on the inside. Sae Niijima was ABSOLUTELY HELPLESS on the outside. Guilt flared up inside her heart like neurons in a hyperactive brain. Seeping deeper and deeper into Sae’s psyche. She HAD to stop this. Her sister was DRUNK. There was no way Makoto was THINKING CLEARLY. And even if she was, did… Did this count as HATE SEX? Or was it just the DAM BREAK on their repressed sexual tension that had to have happened INEVITABLY. Sae couldn’t answer. Her mind all-consumed by the taste and tongue and nails and piercing pain that her sister was bringing upon her DISTURBINGLY AROUSED BODY. There was blood. There was eggnog. There was hot and wet flesh. There was MAKOTO. All tantalizing against tastebuds. The two girls were making VISCERAL MESSES of each other. And the only one with the wherewithal to stop it was Sae Niijima. She HAD to stop it. She just had to. It was the RIGHT thing to do. What any good SISTER – Any good GUARDIAN – Would do… So why the hell had her nails only pressured DEEPER. Digging up skin beneath finger nails and leaving sets of BLOODY GOUGES across her baby sister’s FRAIL FRAME. And why the Hell did Makoto have to moan back. All deep and raspy and riddled with CURSES. “Fuck…” was all she could whisper out, breathlessly in those tiny pockets of air where Makoto broke the kiss. 

                                                                                                “~~MAKOTO…~~” 

Loud CRASH when spine met porcelain maybe should’ve been a WAKE UP CALL. A sign that she was taking this TOO FAR. But Makoto had been practically BEGGING for it. Ways their hips crashed upon each, sturdy and powerful. Making her WEAK AT THE KNEES. “It does?” Why was she even ASKING? This was wrong! She should’ve been putting a SHAMEFUL STOP to it. Not taking PRIDE in it. And yet even as the guilt fired and her ego kicked it down. She couldn’t help but wonder. If THAT was what this was about. TERRITORY. Leaving more marks on her sister than Ann Takamaki had. Of course that would never be ALL this was. Sae loved Makoto from the bottom of her COLD, DEAD, BLACK, BRUISED, AND BROKEN HEART. But there was an undeniably carnal instinct at play right now. Only further compelling Sae to GIVE. IN. “Feels good, too…” She whispered back, red eyes – Driven by lust into a deeper SANGUINE like the blood they shared – watched intently as Makoto hopped up onto the sink. And it only FURTHER WEAKENED her resolve. How the fuck was she supposed to RESIST THIS? 

                                                                                              (((SHE WASN’T…))) 

One word fell from Makoto’s lips. One singular word. It… Had to have been the first ever COMMAND her beautiful baby girl had EVER given her. And it was most ASSUREDLY a command. The way her own hands went to work shoving her blazer over shoulders. The way her tongue shoved itself back down Sae’s throat. The way legs wrapped themselves around Sae’s waist. She wasn’t sure WHY she obeyed. Perhaps it was a means to an end. That end being KILLING HER CONSCIENCE. If Sae Niijima obeyed Makoto Niijima. And did EVERYTHING Makoto Niijima said. Then that made her less GUILTY – RIGHT?! But the truth was far more simple and yet somehow more surprising than that: Sae Niijima obeyed because Sae Niijima WANTED TO… Off came the blazer and within an INSTANT, her hands were ALREADY searching out the buttons of her shirt. Tongue tangling with Makoto’s all the while, moaning her pleasure against those PRETTY LITTLE LIPS. An undeniable BLOOM of arousal dripping down her thighs. The scent of it PERMEATING the atmosphere. There was no denying this… No matter WHAT this was…

          “Mm. Good girl.” Or something AKIN to the words slipped past her lips into her big sister’s HOT & HUNGRY mouth -- Tongues were waging a war for DOMINANCE (one she intended on winning) & all Makoto could taste in that very moment was blood, alcohol, & something strangely unique to Sae Niijima. Nothing about this was similar to her make-out sessions with Ann (aside from the ‘good girl’) -- Takamaki-san always tasted like sweet pastries & candy. This was more like bitter coffee & something else she couldn’t QUITE put her finger on. Refusing to pull out of the passionate kiss, Makoto used her toes to wiggle off dress-shoes & kick them across the bathroom. They smacked off the shower-curtain & plummeted to tiles with a LOUD THUD. “Bra too.” Incisors buried themselves into the older woman’s bottom lip & RIPPED IT OPEN. She’d never felt so FREE in her life! Nights like this could prove habit-forming -- Every ounce of control she’d ever CRAVED was being handed over on a silver-platter by the one particular individual she’d always craved it from! 

          Dropping her legs momentarily, tiny hands relocated to her own black tights. Slipping under the skirt & YANKING them down to knobby knees -- Using the soles of her feet & the tips of her toes to nudge them down shins, slinging thin, wet fabric HAPHAZARDLY across the room to accompany her shoes. Loss of oxygen becoming a detriment to her health urged Makoto to pull out of the kiss -- VIGOROUSLY PANTING while darkened crimson wandered down to her big sister’s bare flesh -- “Fuck. You...Look so...Beautiful.” Once goody-goody Student Council President was LOST to her other (regularly suppressed) half. Without even THINKING about it (rarity for her), the brunette dipped forward & delivered hot open-mouthed kisses across Sae’s collarbone -- Tongue lavishing & teeth SCRAPING. Sucking & leaving behind intentionally dark marks. Wanting her sister to remember their sins come sunrise. Remember who owned her. Right hand was working SOAKED panda-print panties down her thighs -- Exposing her naked bottom to the freezing-cold porcelain & earning a HISS. Left was traveling up that perfectly toned stomach. For someone not working on the field, her sis kept in MAGNIFICENT shape. 

“Subjectivity is the ROOT CAUSE of the vast majority of injustice in this world, Makoto. You know that.” After all, most bad guys always BELIEVED themselves to be right. Even if they were OBJECTIVELY wrong. “Says every metric of morality ever conceived.” The Bible. Law. Societal Conscience. “Even nature itself will eventually revolt against an inbred bloodline.” But they were sisters. And the keyword even if they were brother and sister was – EVENTUALLY. It would take… Several generations at least for their gene pool to considerably WEAKEN. “We both liked it. But we also both agreed it to be a MISTAKE…” The more Makoto pushed, the more cautious Sae grew. Red eyes measured her inebriated sister in hues of JUDGMENT & LUST. “You should ask yourself that question again in the morning.” Wine must’ve hit her sister HARDER than Sae realized. If she was failing to see how their union was anything less than a SINFUL ABOMINATION. “Again, Ma–” Bite of her lip, and Sae’s entire body seemed to react when her baby sibling shifted closer. Eyes widening at the HEAT reflected in Makoto’s. “What are you–” She stumbled. And Sae entered PANIC MODE. Mid-rush of adrenaline but Makoto latched on. Propped herself up against her and– CRASH! “Phss~!!” Hiss of pain (PLEASURE) when shoulder blades clattered and scraped against wallpapered concrete. “I– I-…” Something was caught in her throat and her breath was tipping over into increased ventilation. Could her sister feel her heart beat between their breasts? FUCK. Makoto was pressed so close… Was she even wearing a bra? (Didn’t feel like it…) “I hate you and Ann for a multitude of reasons…” Pause. “But… Yes… That is ONE of the MANY.” Why was she even confessing this? (Because she felt almost compelled to respond to her sister when she had THAT look in her eye…) “Th-That being said…” Felt so hard to BREATHE right now. (And that wasn’t a bad thing…) “There are some wants that, for better or worse, we cannot have…” Words spoken as her EVER-MORE-RAVENOUS gaze fell upon her own flesh and bloods lips. She could still picture clear as day all the BLOOD & BRUISES that had decorated them that night… 

                                                                                 (((THEY WERE SO PRETTY…)))

Was she dead? Or was she NUMB? Hard to tell… If not then Ann had to say it was a STRANGE SENSATION to know your heart was thundering in your chest and yet being entirely incapable of FEELING IT. Then again… If she was dead. Then death lacked the PEACE she’d always hoped it had. “M-Makoto…” Name was the FIRST THING that came to her mind. And spoken as if to test that her voicebox STILL WORKED. A sign that the knife that Sae just drove through her head was indeed METAPHORICAL and that she was still very much ALIVE. “You….” Oh, of all the things Ann Takamaki had gotten wrong in her lifetime. Why the hell had she gotten THIS RIGHT?! Was this her penance? God’s Judgment? “You… With… With HER?” She wasn’t even what felt worse. The fact that it was her SISTER. The fact that Ann believed she and Makoto were on this intimate journey TOGETHER. Or the fact that Makoto Niijima had given her body to the very VILLAIN in their fairy tale story. This was like Shrek fucking Farquaad. Hermione sleeping with Voldemort. Akira marrying Kamoshida. And of course it had been her worst fear for OH-TOO-LONG. She should’ve said something sooner… “Intoxicated? When? With me? Oh– OH GOD...” Had she still been WEARING ANN’S MARKS when it happened? “How does something like this just ESCALATE?” Click of her tongue and a snarl. She tried her best to remember one simple word. To keep it in the realm of conscious thought. GIRLFRIEND. It kept trying to escape. She wouldn’t let it. Couldn’t let it. It was the very symbol of hope she needed right now.” “Can you please LOOK AT ME?” Didn’t she deserve THAT at least?

          WEAK & SHAMEFUL NOD -- Her big sister’s scolding was still RINGING in her ears. Ricocheting off the walls of her skull. She was right -- As always. Makoto cared deeply for Ann Takamaki (LOVE wasn’t a word she’d vocalized before, but it had been heavily implied). & if she truly CHERISHED the blonde standing behind her, would she not have told her the truth? Why did she willingly keep it hidden? Why, even now, did she wish it had remained buried away in the DARKNESS of that evening? Was she genuinely that SELFISH? “Um. I--I can’t recall the details. It was the night Boss took us all out to celebrate. W--We had eggnog and---” Hard swallow & a shrug of bony shoulders -- “I don’t know! The same way it escalates between us!?” Makoto’s voice rose & shook with EMOTION. Equal-measures sorrow & frustration. Tiny hand was thrown up -- Palm painted bright red. IRONIC?