ANNOUNCING: EMILIA’S TRIUMPHANT RETURN AND CONSCRIPTION INTO THE ONGOING CRUSADE TO EMBARRASS THE FUCK OUT OF MINAKO!
Emilia and Minako(@Thundercrash)
Location: Emilia and Minako’s dorm room -> Mayweather Old West -> Auditorium (Minako)
Interacting with: Each other, Eliana (@lovely complex) (observed by Minako)
Mood (Minako): Tranquil -> Surprised -> Awkward -> Surprised -> Panicked/Embarrassed -> Apologetic/solomn -> Relieved -> Nervous
Mood (Emilia): Confused -> Surprised -> Cautious -> Curious -> Demand -> Emotional/Needy -> Friendly -> Confused
Her head hurt. Nah, scratch that; a lot of her hurt. Her chest heaved with strain and her stomach felt like someone had made sure she'd never carry children in her life. Blinking her eyes open, she raised a lazy hand to hide the harsh sunlight beating down on her. Her other hand gripped wisps of grass and she reasoned that someone had laid her out on the grass.
Sitting up was a painful struggle but when she finally accomplished it, Emilia was well and truly alone. Whoever had RKOed the fuck out of her clearly didn't stick around to deal with the consequences. She'd get him sooner or later - her vengeance was that of a snapping turtle. She may take a while to get him but when she did, he'd be in trouble.. non
”You're a fucking idiot, you know that ya cunt?” Eliza suddenly piped up in her head, sounding just as weary as she was. ”Next time can you just listen to me and not approach the Nazi? You're lucky you're not rolling around on the ground shouting like some fuckwit! He would have kicked your mind into tiny bits with me included!”
Her groan at the voice of Eliza quickly changed to an interested mumble as she quickly recalled the events of only an hour previous. What had happened? She approached him and he went batshit and started fucking her up. She could barely even remember what it was that terrified her so much but she was petrified nevertheless. Something had happened when their minds made a connection, something very tangible and more powerful than she had ever felt before - his fear. It was everywhere inside of him and the memories which were engineering it were locked behinds thick walls of stubborn, Aryan pride. ”I nearly fucking had ‘em, Eliza! If I can get that bastard’s memories then he'll be easy to deal with!” Eliza simply unceremoniously snorted in answer.
The time was the last thing on her mind as she dusted herself off and made sure everything was in the right place but by the time she got around to finally checking it, her eyes went wide. ”Fucking hell… I've been out cold for three hours? Fucking Nazi cunts always like to ruin a perfectly good day!” Grumbling in annoyance, she ignored the seasoned response from Eliza and began wandering back to her dorm.
The way back was littered with whispers from both sides of campus. Some spoke of a party being organised and to keep it on the down-low while others spoke of a Heroes only party which would clearly have to be crashed. Parties were fairly interesting - they usually had a myriad of drunk people who were fine with a weird Austrailian girl snooping on her memories. Plus, she would be denying her heritage if she declined free alcohol!
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realise that she was currently unlocking the door to her dorm. Her mind was on other things such as the realisation that parties were usually full of hot girls with short skirts. And even if it was a Heroes party, she had never done anything wrong so they would be totally fine with letting her in.
”Eh… Emilia?” Emilia had already crashed onto her bed, butts and mini skirts the subject of her thoughts. Whatever it was, Eliza was confused.
”What do you fucking want now? Can't you see I'm busy?” She mumbled into her pillow.
”Eh… There's someone in the room.” Emilia raised an eyebrow and cautiously lifted her head to discover that she had somehow idly walked past a small Asian girl meditating in the middle of her room. Confused eyes flicked over to suitcases littered around the room and it suddenly snapped - this was her roommate.
Ducking behind her covers, she peeked at her for a second before questioning Eliza who had chosen to manifest herself in the room. ”Is it sentient…?” Eliza stared at the small girl for a while before shrugging.
”I don't know. Ask her?”
To all outward appearances, Minako sat in the middle of the bedroom, legs crossed and hands resting on her knees, eyes closed and taking breaths so shallow it almost seemed like she wasn’t breathing at all. Facing her bed, she gave no sign that she had even noticed Emilia’s entry. She might as well have been dead to the world.
However, her mind was anything but.
Inwardly, Minako was sitting on the same mountaintop that she had made Gianna see only a few hours before. Dealing with the senior’s intensity had left her in something of a bad way; brain going every which way at once, trembling with desire and very much needing a shower and a change of clothes. In fact, she had very nearly indulged herself in some of the more… personal narratives she had come up back home. Nearly. The only thing holding her back had been the thought of being interrupted by her as-yet unknown roommate. So, instead she took a shower, and settled into Plan B.
I am balanced. I am me. I am within, and without. I am peace.
Practice with her abilities meant that Minako had become very good at visualizing scenes, and so when Emilia had arrived she was deep in a trance of her own, simply letting all her concerns slip away down the sheer ice-covered mountainsides. Every so often a stray thought would intrude, but as she had been taught, she let it swirl around and through her like the wind, and then billow away. Unfortunately, there was one that was refusing to do so. Instead, it almost seemed to tease her, flicking around her like a sprite. As hard as she tried to ignore it, it insistently called to her.
Eventually, the thought occurred to her that perhaps this wasn’t in her own head, and gradually let herself come back to reality. Her chest began to rise and fall as she took deep breaths, and at last her eyes started to flutter.
Emilia blinked cautiously, hiding like a lion in the tall grass waiting for the small gazelle to take the wrong step. ”I think she is alive…” She whispered to the curious Eliza before quietly sitting up and kicking her feet out off the bed. Tip-toeing onto the cold floor, she approached her from behind, her footfalls barely even audible. When she was barely an inch apart from the small Asian girl, she leaned forward and over her, casually dipping her head down so she was face-to-face with her apparent roommate. ”I think it’s breathing. Should I be worried? I thought vampires didn’t breath. Or was it that they didn’t have a pulse?”
Eliza rolled her eyes. ”What’s the point of breathing if your blood doesn’t even carry oxygen around your body?” She pointed out, much to Emilia’s chagrin as she decided to take a few necessary steps. Reaching down, she cocked back her index fingers, tensing it behind her thumb before releasing it with a quick flick to her roommate’s forehead.
”Earth to cute asian girl… Wake up ya cunt, you’re ruining the decor!”
Minako’s eyes snapped open, her body rigid. Slowly, her head tilted up, violet eyes stopping just short of meeting blue ones before dropping back down to look at her bed. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.
Most people would be quite startled to find someone almost literally hanging over them. However, Minako coming out of a self-trance was a bit more… placid. In fact, it took a few seconds for her to say anything at all. ”Um, what did you call me?”
Emilia stared at her for a second, her upside-down face etched with a curious flick of her eyebrow. ”Fucking hell Eliza, the cunt can actually talk! Write this down somewhere!” Eliza seemed just as intrigued but mostly because this small Asian girl was adorable. ”So I guess you’re my roommate then, huh? Fuck… You know, I quite fucking enjoyed strutting around in the nude before you showed up but the world keeps on fucking spinning I guess.” Somehow managing not to fall onto the smaller girl, she meandered around and promptly slumped down into a sitting position on the bed in front of her. Staring at her for a good part of a minute, she finally frowned and nodded a little. ”Name’s Emilia Robinson. Don’t try hide anything from me, I’ll find out sooner or later.”
Minako blinked. This… Emilia person was certainly an active person. As her brain came back up to full speed and the girl’s full statement registered, so too did her face steadily redden. She likes to… For a brief moment, that image flashed through her mind, deepening her flush.
Then she realized that she was staring directly between the girl’s open legs. And it didn’t seem like there was anything under her very form-fitting shorts. Instantly her eyes dropped down to the floor, squeezing her knees. Yes, I think she does. “Um, I’m sorry, I think? It wasn’t my intention to intrude.” She bit her lip, then stood up and gave a short bow. “My name is Minako, Minako Ikeda. It is a pleasure to meet you.
Emilia fixed her with a curious glance, eyes perpetually scanning the smaller girl up and down, not caring that they lingered in certain spots. College had its very own circle of life and it was up to her to establish dominance at the head of that circle. This Minako girl clearly wasn't exactly Alpha material so it was up to Emilia to take the initiative and exert some control. Standing, she gave her a blank stare before a smile formed and she offered a hand to her new roommate. ”The pleasure’s all mine ya cunt!”
Blinking, Minako frowned as she accepted the handshake. She… swears a lot. “Did you… actually go naked?”
Shaking her hand with way too much vigour, Emilia beamed before the smaller Asian girl decided to ask another question. With a momentary frown slipping to a confused look, she absentmindedly tapped her chin with her index finger, thinking over the question. ”Yeah I guess... Didn’t really have a lot of people around here. Maybe except for Eliza but she’s a big lesbian anyways so it’s not like she cared!” Another indignant snort filled her head as she casually threw her weight onto one leg and cocked her head at Minako. ”Why?”
The sudden question and sharpness of the girl’s voice caught Minako off-guard, and she took a step back, holding up her hands. ”Oh, um, n-nothing. I didn’t mean to suggest… I mean… It’s just, unusual, that’s all.” Briefly she wondered if her mouth was ever going to work properly this day. ”Um, so Eliza is a friend of yours?”
The awkwardness of Minako’s words apparently flew over Emilia’s head as she smiled and shrugged. ”Friend would imply a voluntary acceptance on my side. Eliza’s a fucking cunt but she’s stuck in my head so she’s a cunt I have to deal with. Kinda like children!” Speaking with way too much seriousness on a conversation on imaginary friends, Emilia casually knocked her own head at the indiscernible curses of Eliza.
”Oh. I… see…” Eliza is… in her head? For a moment, Minako pursed her lips. ”In that case…” She gave a short bow again. ”It is a pleasure to meet you both, Eliza and Emilia. Please forgive my previous rudeness.” The sincerity in her voice was striking.
Emilia was confused. People typically didn’t respond well to her description of Eliza but this girl… She was strangely different. All of a sudden, as if someone had flicked a switch, Emilia was on the offensive. Closing the distance between them, her gaze turned almost predatory as she peered at the small girl. Picking her words apart, Emilia seemed to leer. ”Unusual? A very curious word choice. Unusual implying that it’s not a done thing but with no attached negativity to that pastime, correct?” Her eyebrow arched as her teeth slowly dragged along her bottom lip.
Minako stumbled backwards, landing on Emilia’s bed as her legs hit the edge. ”U-u-m, w-what?” How does she change moods so quickly! She could almost swear that she was doing it on purpose to mess with her.
She continued on her advance, cutting right into enemy territory as Minako fell backwards onto her bed. Stepping even closer, she leaned down until their faces were only inches apart. She peered at her for a second before raising her eyebrow once more. ”I am asking, Miss Ikeda, if you care that I walk around naked or not?”
Mouth dry, face flushed and breathing just a little deeper now from the close proximity, Minako’s eyes flicked every which way but straight ahead. W-what is she doing? Why is she getting so close? What is she going to do? Fuck fuck fuck, don’t look in her eyes, don’t look in her eyes, don’t look in her-
She looked up into Emilia’s eyes.
For the second time that day, a wave of warmth flooded through Minako’s body. Certainly not as intense as the previous time with Gianna Daniels, but still sufficient for Minako’s breath to catch in her throat and turning just about her entire face bright scarlet.
At first, it was like everything had crashed in her mind and the reboot was an awkward process. Her eyes flickered, eyelashes crashing together but not once did she look away; she couldn’t. Even when she tried to will her muscles to drag her face away from the smaller girl, it would not budge and after a few seconds, that will slowly died until she didn’t want it to budge. Her eyebrows furrowed, mouth opening in a small ‘o’ as if she wanted to whisper something but every time she found the correct words, they danced away like a scorned lover. The feeling was invasive. It spread to every part of her mind and for a moment, even Eliza fell victim to it. It was a feeling of someone else, someone taking what wasn’t theirs to take, someone warping her mind until she was an eager slave. Anger was her first response - how dare they take what she held dear, what she locked away in her mind. But they wasn’t the correct word; it was a she who was doing this. The small girl on the bed in front of her. She had such beautiful eyes. Emilia felt her breath slip away as she surrendered herself. It was order in the chaos, a light in the darkness, a beacon to guide her weary mind. And it was weary, it had seen so much more than it should have. It needed rest now. Her feet moved of their own accord, shuffling forward. The gap between them closed and just as she was about to make contact, her foot found a box under her bed and it all came crumbling down. Breaking the trance, she collapsed forward in a heap, right onto the girl in front of her.
To say that Minako didn’t move was an understatement; it was like she had been carved from stone. Her new roommate was already very close, and inching closer by the very frantic heartbeat that was trying to turn Minako’s ribs to gravel. For a very brief moment, she thought that the girl was going to kiss her.
Instead, Emilia seemed to stumble, and proceeded to collapse on top of her, her head crashing face-first into the mattress beside Minako. The impact, slight as it was, made Minako gasp, and she was hyperaware of every inch of contact between them. Slowly, her eyes drifted down from the ceiling, settling on the slight swell currently straddling her waist. ...Wow.
Emilia didn’t share Minako’s interest of their skin-on-skin contact. Her head felt dazed. Then empty. Then dazed again. Rolling over, she stared at the ceiling for a little bit, eyes squinting in confusion. ”So… That was your powers…?”
The sudden escape route provided the catalyst needed to galvanize Minako into action, and she immediately bolted to the other side of the room, her back slamming audibly into the wall beside her bed. Breathing hard and swallowing, she stared at the other girl. ”Whu...Iah...whu...why…”
Sitting up, Emilia squinted again only this time the squint was directed at her roommate. Moving her eyes from left to right, she didn’t seem to quite understand what was going on. This uncomfortable silence only continued to grow and grow until Emilia decided to open her mouth. ”Did you… Did you fucking mind rape me?”
Minako’s glowing eyes widened, and her panic decided to take the new outlet. ”Did I… NO! No no no nononononono! I swear I didn’t… I don’t… I didn’t see anything! I just…” She wracked her brain, trying to come up with an explanation that didn’t sound remotely similar. ”I just… oh, this is going to sound so awful...I’m just… kind of… when I look in someone’s eyes, I become connected to their body. It lets me control their senses. Sight, sound, balance, things like that! I didn’t do anything to your mind, I swear!” She hugged her legs to her chest, burying her face in her knees. ”I swear.”
Emilia kicked her feet off the bed before rising onto them shakily. Keeping her eyes locked on the small girl who was smothering herself due to embarrassment, she casually slipped over until she was standing over her again. ”You’re… You’re alright, Minako” In a surprisingly mature act, she once again offered her hand to her roommate.
Slowly, Minako raised her head, looking at the proffered hand. Her eyes flicked between it and Emilia’s face, before she hesitantly accepted it. ”I’m sorry. I just… I’m very sorry. First Gianna, now you. And… I thought you were going to…” At that, she bit back the words so hard she just about bit her tongue.
”Kiss you.” She finished it for her before giving her a dull look and rolling her eyes a little. ”Listen, sushi brains, it’s inevitable that we use our powers on each other. I can’t fucking stop it and you can’t fucking stop it. But, the best way to deal with it is just by figuring things out… And not being a cunt!” Smiling a little, she leaned down and took her hand of her own accord before shaking it as well. Minako was afraid, it wasn’t hard to discern, but there was something else there. Something Emilia probably didn’t want to see just in that moment. ”We cool because I can’t have my fucking roommate looking at my like a gazelle in the fucking headlights?”
For a moment, Minako was silent for a moment, then she gave a small smile. ”Th-thank you. I just… you’re the second person who has been affected today, and neither of you had a very good reaction. And… I’m not very good at being so close to new people. But, I give you my word that I will try to be better, and not be a… cunt.” She flushed slightly at the word, it sounded odd and unfamiliar in her mouth.
She beamed at her, an honest and genuine smile. Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her back pocket and she pursed her lips in confusion. Nobody ever texted her. Yet here she was, unlocking her phone to be greeted by a mass text detailing information about a party hosted by Mayweather for “heroes only”. ”Hmm… Well, sushi brains, it looks like we’re getting close to new people - there’s a party on at some rooftop. You want to go?”
Surprised at the offer, she mulled it over in her head. A party? Already? But aren’t there classes tomorrow? Hmmm… I don’t really know anybody here besides Emilia and Gianna.... But, maybe this will be a chance to meet others. “Um, sure, but…” Minako smiled shyly. ”I uh, haven’t ever really been to a party before. I’m not sure if anything I have would be suitable.”
At the sound of ‘sure’ Emilia was already up and dragging her vest top off, stopping halfway with more than enough midriff exposed as Minako piped up with a problem. Frowning, she casually lifted the top off the rest of the way and chucked it aside before looking around the room. When she found the suitcases, her eyes lit up with a mad glee. ”I’m sure you have something! Lemme just take a little look~!”
Minako’s eyes widened at her roommate’s apparent nonchalance at exposing herself, and then widened even further when she saw her headed towards her suitcase. The one she most certainly did NOT want her looking in. “Wait, Emilia! Not that one!”
Almost an hour later, Minako stepped out of the dorm, having seen much more of her roommate than she ever would have asked for. Wow. She shook her head, trying and not quite succeeding in banishing the images from her mind. No, no, bad Minako. She is your roommate, you’re going to be living with her. She paused. I’m going to be living with her. I… guess I’m going to have to get used to this. She glanced down at the black knee-length skirt, purple t-shirt and two-inch heels that they had eventually settled on, her fingers briefly touching the headphones around her neck. Still, she seems very nice, if a bit… strange.
Emilia had actually covered up more than earlier, choosing dark skinny jeans and a baggy white t-shirt topped with a short jacket. All-in-all, the two of them didn’t look so bad. Locking up, she casually looped her arm through Minako’s arm and set off on their journey. ”I didn’t even fucking ask you - why exactly did you arrive a month late? Colleges work differently or something over there in Japan?” She questioned, hooking her arm through Minako’s so that the other girl was effectively stuck to her side.
Keenly aware of her proximity to her roommate, Minako did her best to ignore it as they walked. “No, not really. It’s true that we finish later than American schools do, but, after I had graduated my father had me assisting him in finishing several important contracts.” She still remembered the late nights they had spent, but there was still that sense of accomplishment.
”Several important contracts? Your dad some sort of big fucker?” She questioned, turning her head with an ever-curious look etched into her features. At this point, Emilia knew her way around the campus and the rough directions provided in the text were enough to guide them to the building where the party was being held.
Minako winced slightly. That particular image was one that she could live without. ”Sort of. My mother’s family have been the owners and majority shareholders in a global shipping company for many generations. We hold contracts with dozens of companies around the world. My father is American, but he orchestrated a large merger with an American transportation company. When he married my mother, he was able to become the head of the company. I am set to follow him when he eventually retires, though I do not believe that will happen for quite some time.” When they made it outside, she shivered slightly in the cool air.
Her eyebrows shot up once again. So Minako was rich as fuck. Interesting. ”If you have a career already planned for ya then why come here?” She questioned, cocking her head to the side as they halted at the door to the building. ”And from what I can see, you have a control of your powers. Or, at least, as much as the fucking thing wants to be controlled!”
Biting her lip, Minako extricated her arm from the other girl’s grip. ”My father is constantly involved in numerous negotiations and deals simultaneously. In order to be successful and ensure the best possible deal for Ikeda Global Shipping, he must present an image of strength and confidence. If I am to succeed him, then so must I.” She glanced at her roommate, her hand cupping the scar on her arm. ”I can’t look people in the eye without triggering a connection, and as I have proven today, doing so is not always pleasant for the other person. If I can’t look someone in the eye, how can I appear to be strong. Additionally, it would be very easy to misuse my abilities. My Sensei recommended that I come here, and both my parents agreed.” Looking out across the darkened campus, Minako leaned against the wall, a slightly forlorn expression on her face.
Emilia nodded slowly, making sense of the situation slightly. She had no fucking idea what was meant to be going on but she had a feeling that this girl had a lot on her plate. Whatever, it wasn’t like she was anything to her - just a roommate that she had to get on with. Smiling gently, she peeked up the stairs in front of them. ”No partying just yet then, huh…?” She murmured, inferring that Minako didn’t want to take the risk.
For a long moment, Minako was silent. She had heard something, faint, but enough to pull her attention away from her roommate. She strained to hear it, frowning. It was… something familiar to her. ”Um…You go.” She pushed away from the wall, taking a step down the hall. ”I’ll… I’ll come a little later.” Turning, she smiled warmly. ”I wouldn’t want to keep you from enjoying yourself.” Her smile became slightly more impish. ”I gave my word that I wouldn’t be a.. cunt, remember?”
Emilia simply grinned and gave her a thumbs up. ”You did indeed. And I swear to fuck, if you turn out to be a cunt I have friends in high places… Y’know, all those other rich bastards that aren’t you!” Winking, she quickly swatted her away, watching her leave before she began the climb up the stairs. ”And here I thought we were fucking remaking Shanghai Noon. So much for my Asian sidekick - onwards and upwards as they say!”
Making her way across the grass, Minako smiled to herself. Yes, Emilia was very strange. But, she was at a school for people with amazing powers. She herself could manipulate people’s sense of reality. Only a few hours before, she had seen a boy sculpting dirt without touching it. “Normal” no longer really applied to her, whatever that might have meant before.
Still...that sound… She was sure she recognized it. It was soft, almost silky. Certainly a string instrument. Violin? No, too deep I think. Cello? Following the sound, she came to a large building that was almost certainly an auditorium of some sort. Someone is inside. She went along the wall, testing doors until she found one that was unlocked. Pulling it open, she slipped inside.
The pitch darkness made her take off her heels, and she padded along, still following the sound. She was certain now that it was a cello, though she wasn’t entirely certain of the song. Eventually, she came across a light shining into the hallway. Peeking around the corner, she swallowed.
On the stage, illuminated by the stage lights, was a lone girl, seated behind the tall instrument. The rest of the auditorium was dark, making her the only thing of note. Letting the music flow over her, Minako closed her eyes and leaned against the doorframe.
When the woman was done, Minako opened her eyes again. ”Wow…” She spoke a little louder than intended, and she winced as the sound echoed around the empty hall.
