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Thank god I’m up front instead of Mako, the breeze is stupid strong. I wish I had the money to buy her her own BioWear, but neither of us have jack shit in terms of money, and Senketsu and I work better together. Not that he doesn’t like Mako, or anything. It’s just that we’ve been together since birth and he’s – better with me. We’re like family where he and Mako are acquaintances, slowly becoming friends.
Mako squeezes my waist more tightly and I swear I can hear her sigh contentedly against my back, but it’s more likely that I’m hearing the wind and Senketsu grumbling. He’s not in one of his usual revealing configurations today: motorcycle riding doesn’t do nice things to skin. Nah, today he’s a full-on jacket, a scarf, goggles, tight pants. Everything skin-tight to prevent drag, and everything being pulled tighter as Mako squishes it into my skin. He knows better than to complain, though. Mako’s important, and if she lets go or if anything happens to her – I shudder. I can’t help it.
“What’s wrong, Ryuko-chan?” She says in my ear.
“Nothin’, sweetheart,” I reassure her. “It’s just breezy up here.”
She laughs. “At least it’s not breezy down there!”
I roll my eyes. Mako just laughs between my shoulder blades. Senketsu grumbles something about questioning his ability to clothe me properly. I nudge my scarf and he shuts his mouth.
We’re driving into town twenty minutes later. It stings, but fuck it, I’m over it.
Mako’s not, though.
“You grew up here, Ryuko-chan?”
“Well, it looked a lot nicer when I was growin’ up,” I reassure her.
“Well, yeah, but…”
And I know she can’t see what I see. Houses, standing strong and full of light. People walking the streets. Thriving businesses attracting customers day in and day out.
She just sees the burnt-out ghost town it became, once she was done with it. I don’t even know her name. All I know is she and her gang came through here and within a month the place was a burned-out crime-ridden wreck. She had that effect on places. Somehow managed to reduce people to animals. Pigs in human clothing. Orwell’s worst nightmares come true. Her and her flamboyant-ass rainbow hair.
This stop is different from the rest. For a month, we’ve been biking around Japan. Usually, if we make friends with the right people, we can get someone to let us stay for the night, feed us. We made our tiny budget stretch just fine. It’s been great. Just me and Mako, her little backpack full of her clothes and some essentials, biking around the country. Mako’s usually the one who makes friends with people. I’m not great at that. She walks into a store and walks out with someone willing to host us for the night, it’s incredible. Dinner, a bed, and breakfast, all in one fell swoop. Mako’s the reason we’ve got money leftover.
I am pretty good at keeping us safe from robbers and the like, though. March into a bar, drop into a seat, have Senketsu sprout spikes, and we’re good to go. It helps that my habit of eating lemons is considered freaky. Fastest way to assure everyone that I take no shit is to munch on a lemon. It’s great.
No one to worry about here, though. Also, no electricity, running water, restaurants, beds, washing machines. We prepared for this, though. We’ve got sleeping bags and we bought food in the last town, although it’s all ready-made stuff and kinda gross.
We ride slowly through the town until we reach my old place.
It tugs at my heart a little, but honestly, I went to boarding school. I didn’t spend much time here as a kid, and by the time I started coming home more often, I was already older. It was never much of a home for me.
Mako seems stricken by it, though. She keeps glancing at me, and she squeezes my hand a lot.
Actually, she’s probably worried I’m gonna have a breakdown. I smile at her. “It’s fine, it doesn’t bother me.”
Mako smiles back. “You’ve got a new home now, Ryuko-chan. With us.”
“Yeah.”
“Where are we gonna sleep?” She bounces on the balls of her feet for a moment before pulling me inside, nearly whacking me with her backpack.
“Mako, wait – the stairs might not be –” But she’s already bounding up them. My heart rises into my throat for a minute, and then she’s safe on the top floor.
“Ryuko-chan, where’s your bedroom?” She calls to me.
“I’m coming up, I’ll show you.”
The stairs creak a little under my weight.
“Senketsu, if I fall –”
“I’ll catch you,” he promises.
“Thanks.”
After Rainbow Ass left, after we gave up on reclaiming our town and left, after the squatters than hadn’t known what else to do left, looters came through. They took everything they could grab. Some of the wooden paneling is gone, a floorboard or two is missing. What’d they take from my room? I can’t imagine how they got in, seeing as I locked it before I left, and it was tuned to –
The door is closed.
Promising. I guess ripping it off the hinges was too hard.
Or it locked after they opened it?
I put my hand on the door and Senketsu extends through the lock. My dad used to say Senketsu saved him hundreds in key copies and broken doorknobs – I was an angry kid, slammed the door more times than I can count. Broke the kitchen door once or twice, until pops fitted it with the same mechanism as this door.
“It’s been a long time,” Senketsu mutters as he fits himself into the lock inside the thick door. “Maybe some things are still intact?”
“’M not hopeful,” I tell him. Mako looks at me, about to respond, before she realizes I’m talking to Senketsu.
The door unlatches and I push it in.
It’s – everything’s here. Untouched. Dusty as hell, and it smells like mold, but we’ve got a bed and sheets and everything.
“Wow, Ryuko-chan! Wow! Wow!” Mako dances around like she’s entered a mansion. “I thought you said they looted?” She pulls off her jacket and drops it onto my desk, claiming it.
“They did, I haven’t been up here in years… makes me wonder what’s in the rest of the house,” I say to myself as I turn to my dad’s room.
Senketsu opens it up.
I push the door open.
It looks like my dad managed to take some stuff before he left, but for the most part, it’s all intact – bed, wardrobe, desk.
Mako follows me down to the kitchen, the only other door in the house with these locks, and watches anxiously as I open it.
“Holy crap, there’s stuff in here! Don’t open the fridge, Mako, there hasn’t been energy in here for years, if there’s any food left it’s rotted to nothing.”
She sighs sadly with her hand on the fridge door and turns to the cabinets instead. “Some canned stuff.”
“There’s utensils in the drawer.”
Now, this is sad. I’ve only looked at the outside of the house. Haven’t been in since my dad left. And now I wonder how fast he got out of here? That he left everything except his papers?
Or maybe he intended to come back, and hadn’t counted on having a heart attack a month later. He hadn’t even given me my scissor blade – I found it next to his bed. Yeah, that sounds much more like him. Take the important stuff, get out, let the looters take whatever’s not locked down, come back for the rest when it’s convenient and safe. I wish he’d told me, though.
Well, it’s definitely helping us out now, so I won’t complain. We get to eat with real chopsticks instead of shitty ones. “We could take these – sell them. Make back what we lost on this trip.”
“They’re Ryuko-chan’s things, though,” Mako protests.
“Nah, they’re my dad’s. And he left them, and it’s not like we need them, and I don’t care about them, so we should sell ‘em. Could come back with your dad’s truck, take some of the bigger stuff from upstairs…” That desk would go for a lot of money. Could get Mako some BioWear of her own.
“I don’t want to loot your house, though,” Mako says.
“It’s not looting if it’s mine already.”
“I thought you just said it was your dad’s?”
“And then he died so it’s mine and I can do what I want and I don’t need it to sit here.”
“You’re really okay with it?”
Her concern sends a rush of affection through me. I push her hair behind her ear and grin at her. “Yeah.”
Dinner is cold, but honestly, I don’t really notice.
It’s the first time in a month we’ve had space to ourselves. I can feel the energy thrumming off Mako’s skin. We eat slowly, but I’m ultra-aware of her presence, just across the table from me. My hands itch to touch her skin.
We come together naturally, wordlessly. She can feel me just as acutely as I can feel her. Senketsu complains, so I pull him off and sling him over the kitchen chair. Mako’s hands are on my breasts, on my ribs, my waist, my hips, thumbs circling my hipbones as she kisses me. She tugs me backwards and bumps into the doorjamb. I laugh as I scoop her up like a baby. She kisses my neck as I walk carefully up the stairs, aware of her arms around my neck, her mouth on my skin. Hands playing with my hair.
I put her on the bed and she sighs and stretches, arching her back up towards me.
I grin as I bend over to kiss her stomach. Crawl onto the bed, scooch between her legs. I wiggle my ass in the air, knowing it makes her giggle, as I kiss up to the hem of her shirt. Her chest is rapidly rising and falling, and when I put my lips against her ribcage, I can feel it expand with every breath. I use my teeth to ease her shirt up over her breasts and she pushes her chest up towards me.
I can’t resist.
Her breasts are beautiful, and I kiss them and suck on them and flick my tongue over her nipples until she’s gasping and whining my name. The –chan is still attached, though. Gotta fix that.
“Arms up,” I whisper, and she raises her arms above her head. I grab her shirt in my teeth and ease it over her head. I move over her as I tug it off her arms, and then I lose my breath when I feel her wet, warm tongue making little circles around my nipple. I sigh. She takes the shirt from me and pulls it the rest of the way off, but her tongue doesn’t stop, so I hover there, hips rolling gently against her stomach, until my arms start to burn. I move down for a kiss.
“Gonna make you cum with just my tongue,” I murmur against Mako’s lips, and she shivers.
I grin at her as I move back down to her breasts, large and soft and smooth against my lips. Down to her stomach, belly button, hipbones, tracing the two stars on her left hip. Her legs are already spread, waiting for me, and I push myself down between her thighs. I consider the logistics of getting her skirt off, her panties, her thigh-highs, and decide it’s too much for now. I drag my tongue up the cleft between her labia and she sighs. I tongue at where her clit is and her hand comes to my hair. I tease her until she tugs at my hair and whines at me, hips rolling into my mouth, and honestly, I want the full experience. Screw the panties, they’re in my way.
I look up at her and grin as I grab her panties with my teeth and tug them down. Her pupils are huge, her lips parted, her face flushed.
She kicks the panties off, spreads her legs, and waits.
I kiss my way up the inside of her leg, taking my time, knowing she can feel the heat of my mouth but not my lips as I skim them up her stockings.
“Ryuko!” She whines.
The –chan is gone. My grin widens as I kiss the crease on the inside of her thighs. Her hips jolt up.
“Ryuko!” She grabs at my hair and tugs and I shudder, vag clenching. Right. No more fooling around. I dive in, licking into her vag like it’s my job, tasting her and sighing with her moans. Oh my god, I want –
“Ryuko,” she gasps, “Don’t –”
I stop. Don’t what? Am I hurting her?”
“Don’t touch yourself, I want – to make you cum on my own.”
My mouth goes dry. “O-okay,” I stutter out. Oh god. Oh my god.
She smiles at me.
I go back down and suck on her clit.
She’s gonna kill me with her moans, needy and long. My body is clenching around nothing. I need – I need to do something with my hands, fuck – I end up pinching my nipples, rolling my hips against air, thrusting my tongue into Mako, sucking her clit. I stiffen my tongue and rub it against her clit and her leg tenses. Almost there. I push down harder and free one of my breasts and slide my free hand up her stomach and find her nipple and she screams my name as her hips push up. Her thighs squeeze my head. I keep at it until she grabs my hair and tugs.
I lick my lips as I grin at her.
She still hasn’t come down, I can tell, but it doesn’t matter, because she’s sitting up, pushing me back, kissing me full-force while her fingers dip between my legs. There’s no foreplay. She’s just off an orgasm, high with energy, and it’s not like I need it. Her fingers piston into me as she kisses me again, and then she’s moving down to suck on my nipple. My head slams back, nearly hitting the bedframe, but she’s gone already, down, down, between my legs, her little tongue stroking my clit as her fingers fill me up and my toes curl and I see stars as I cum, hard, my whole body clenching and shaking.
Mako giggles. “You’re cute when you cum.”
I pull her up towards me. I’m smiling like an idiot, I know. Sex does that to me. “Shh. Time to sleep.”
“It’s not even that late,” she says as I pull off her skirt and thigh-highs.
“We can get an early start, tomorrow. Get home early.”
She smiles at me as I nuzzle her neck. She smells good. “Ok, Ryuko-chan.”
I run my hand absentmindedly up her side. The touch is soothing. I fall asleep within minutes.
I wake up to Mako tracing my tattoos.
Her finger delicately follows the half-scissor-blade down my back, as red as the weapon it was modeled after. Up my spine she goes, goosebumps trailing after her finger, and over my shoulder blades, where I have Senketsu’s eyes tattooed like wings. Don’t ask me why. There’s no point, really; I’ve been with Senketsu since birth. Why bother getting something I’ll always have tattooed on me? I have no idea, honestly. I just felt naked without him, so I got him tattooed on me.
Mako kisses the back of my neck. “Good morning,” she says slowly.
“No.”
She kisses under my ear. “Mm, but Ryuko-chan –”
“Nonononono,” I rush as I pull away from her. “We said we’d get an early start, remember?”
“But I’m horny,” she cries after me as I grab the sheet and tumble out of bed.
“It’s time to get home!”
“Horny!”
“Home!”
“Horny!”
“Home!” I wrap the sheet around me, protection against the cold, and run downstairs.
Senketsu is waiting for me, just a sailor uniform without my body to wrap around. He stares at me with a wide eye. “Is she going to attack me!”
I snort. “No. Come ‘ere, I’m cold.” I pull him off the chair and tug him over my head and he comes to life, growing over my skin into a jacket and scarf. I can feel my hair calm down too, brushed back away from my face. “Thanks, Senketsu.”
“You’re welcome, Ryuko.”
Mako comes pounding down the stairs for breakfast. She pouts at me, but kisses my cheek anyway. “You just wanna shower.”
I grin. “Yeah.”
Breakfast is quick enough. I’m ready to head home, but Mako’s still twitchy. She’s walking strangely.
I almost want to apologize to Senketsu for what I’m about to do.
Mako looks at me strangely when I don’t get on the bike, but not for long, because I’m pressing her against it, kissing her gently as I sneak my hand under her skirt and push her panties to the side.
“Ryuko-chan – we’re outside –” she gasps.
“No one here,” I mutter as I kiss her neck. I rub her clit and realize she’s wet already. “Haven’t been able to calm down?”
She shudders in response.
I slide a finger inside of her as I rub circles over her clit. She clenches around me and leans back on the bike, hands on the seat to hold herself up, resting her backpack between her hands. The kickstand’s on the other side, it should be fine, but – all the same – I wrap my other arm around her waist. Just in case.
She clutches at my hair instead of Senketsu, who’s crawling up my arm away from Mako’s thighs. I speed up a little, and Mako bucks against me, head falling back, moaning my name – “Ryuko, Ryuko, Ryuko” – squeezing around me, pulling my fingers deeper. I press my face against her chest, brushing my lips against her nipple through her shirt, and she twitches and orgasms all over my fingers, eyes scrunched shut and hands pulling at my hair.
“Better?” I ask when she calms down.
She sighs happily and smiles at me. “I love you, Ryuko-chan.”
My heart thumps a little harder than normal. “Love you too, Mako.”
“Sorry, Senketsu,” she says as I swing my leg over my bike.
He huffs. “Should’ve just stayed in bed and saved me the trouble.”
“Sorry, Senketsu,” I apologize.
Mako climbs on and wraps her arms around me.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
And we’re off, driving towards Honnoji, wind in my face and Mako’s arms around my waist.