"Bedshaker is giving me ‘Fate/kaleid’ vibes for some reason.”
— Suki Oyama
Suki’s best trait was her determination. Her worst was her impulsive nature. She wasn’t always stupid, but when she was, it was because she acted without thinking. Everyone knew Roche didn't take humiliation lightly. She was also a contender for Suki’s title of “most determined girl in the detention club.” This was always going to be messy.
Suki had started to let her guard down when Roche nuzzled into her tendril. Something that proved to be a mistake when Roche clamped both of her hands over her dairy aire. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t get out as much as a yelp before Roche plunged her tongue inside her. It wouldn’t have been impossible to pull away. Suki was tall and had tentacles at her disposal, but the impulsive girl was left in a rare state of indecisiveness. She needed to beat Roche to score dinner at her place, but what was the point if she was going to look like a prostitute in the process?
But as elated as Roche was, the spectators could see something was off. Roche’s legs were trembling and she seemed to be having difficulty standing up straight. For what little “exercise” this “fight” demanded of her, it wouldn't have been enough to tucker out the leader of the track team. With a sigh, Suki rolled one of Roche’s sleeves back to her shoulder. One of her tentacles slid inside and wiggled about inside her shirt.
"When I’m transformed, it’s Oros-Chan.”
And then Suki began to line Roche’s arm with kisses. At least the part of her arm that she could reach with Roche grouping her so intensely. It wasn’t long before Roche’s eyelids started to flutter and her head fell into Suki’s cleavage. She had passed out, but she still had a firm grip on Suki’s butt.
With a groan, Suki peeled Roche’s hands off of her and let her sink to the ground. The tentacle up Roche’s sleeve slid out of her windbreaker along with her bra. It still carried her heat. The tendril curled up and flicked it on top of Roche. Suki looked at the fallen code keeper like she was an insect. Her lips were parted just enough to reveal clenched teeth. But as soon as she wiped her mouth off, her smile returned.
"Wow! Who thought Bedshaker could be so passionate? That name is staying!” She wiped herself down where Roche had drooled on her. "I wanted to let her go, but she was a wild animal! A danger to everyone! It was time to bust out the tranquilizers!” She laughed at her own joke before her tendrils picked up Roche. Suki had started to walk when she stopped. "Oh, guess I should let you know.” She turned to look at Nyxia. "I’m uh, I’m not really safe to touch when I’m transformed, heh!” A nervous grin crossed her face. "I mean, a quick hug won’t do anything bad, but the longer someone makes contact with me the more irresistible I become. My kisses are especially potent, as they can sap your strength.” She rubbed the back of her head. "Not that you would, I mean. Just, you know. Weird stuff can happen in a fight.” She looked back ahead. "S-so yea! Let’s- Hngh!” Suki winced when she took her next step. She rubbed her hind quarters while she tried to walk off what Roche did to her. "Good thing I won’t be sitting down!”
"It’s called an ideal self because it’s not the real self.”
— Suki Oyama
Being homeless or jobless was taboo in Japanese society. It brought such shame that most would live far out in the woods as to not let people see what had happened to them. Because of this, group homes would be built away from towns or villages, but Hibusa was a remote location when compared to the sea bordering city a few miles away. Or maybe it was just another strange feature that was proof Hibusa Town was cursed.
Sneaking a group of girls into a such a structure was hard, but there was ample seating outside. Four picnic tables rested on a brick slab that was surrounded by trees. The street lamps shined over the exterior walls and made it easy to see. Nobody would be eating in the dark.
Suki had finished tying Roche’s pendant back together and hung it around her neck. That should have been more than enough to bring her back to consciousness. But just in case, Suki tapped the code keeper on the cheek with two of her fingers.
"Wakey wakey!”
Roche wouldn’t have to open her eyes to tell that Suki was no longer transformed. She always smelled like an ashtray that had been dipped in hard alcohol. That would be okay if Suki was interesting to look at, but she wasn’t. Her teeth had been filed into points, her flesh was as pale as bone, and her chest was flat enough that no one would fault someone for comparing her to a cutting board. Before joining the detention club, a lot of kids would call her “piranha” because of how her face looked. But Suki liked being compared to a vicious fish. But kids are dicks, and it was promptly changed to “Fish Face,” which she was not a fan of. There was a world of difference between the ever smiling Oros the Joyful and the occasionally smiling Suki Oyama.
Once she confirmed Roche was awake, she looked to Nyxia. Though she was speaking to everyone. "Okay, so.” She pointed at the end of the table. "There’s an ice chest there. We’ve got pop, beer, and a few drinks in there.” She pointed at another ice chest in front of a different table. "That one has ice cream bars. Use them as dessert or an appetizer. You make the rules now.” She placed a cigarette in her mouth and lit it. "Aaaaand dinner should be ready shortly. Just have fun. I’ll be back in a bit.” Her eyes briefly came to rest on Roche before she started power walking away to finish dinner.
The kitchen was just a door away from the picnic area. It was always under lock and key, but those trusted with running the kitchen were all handed a pair of keys to get inside. Because Suki was never trusted with such things, she had to get a bit more creative. She pulled a wavy piece of wire out of her pocket and raked the pins inside the lock. With just a little pressure on the handle, it popped open. Once Suki was inside, she shut and locked the door behind herself and got to work. She turned on the stove top and started getting everything together.
Suki looked at her shirt. It would have been hard to see in the dark, but she had wedged Roche’s bra under her shirt but inside her waistband.. It didn’t seem appropriate to try and put it back on while she was out cold, and offering it back to her while everyone was around would further humiliate her. She’d have to hand it back to her later when she was alone.