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(Edited on 3/6/26 for grammatical improvements)
DISCLAIMER: This is an unofficial fan-made work. The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy does not belong to me, but rather to Kazutaka Kodaka and Kotaro Uchikoshi. If the game indeed belonged to me, you'd see a lot more Nozomi-centric content.
Credit for the idea goes to nozotakkun on Twitter (and an anonymous commenter, if I'm interpreting the Quote Tweet correctly). Out of all possible sources of inspiration, I'm glad it was one of your drawings that motivated me to finally finish writing a piece (I love the way you draw Nozomi/Takuzomi, btw; your art/commentary is so unhinged that its delectable *continues eating your tweets*).
Also: this fan-fiction is Second Scenario adjacent, but not canon-compliant, meaning that it will borrow most of Second Scenario's aspects without actually adhering to any canon route in the game (that being said: spoilers for Second Scenario).
And one more thing: this fan-fiction is not available for AI training. If I ever find out you fed this piece to AI, I will hunt you down and absorb your hemoanima (for clarification purposes, this is a joke. Please do not feed my works to AI).
Now without further preamble: please enjoy!
SANGUINE THROUGH SIN
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"And with that, yet another unromantic battle comes to a close..." Yugamu gave a melancholic sigh after deactivating his twin set of Class Weapons.
Despite the Defensive Battle seemingly lasting for an eternity, it had fortunately ended without anyone suffering from serious injuries (or at least, none that Nozomi couldn't simply shoot a Rescue Bullet at).
And after enduring such a draining battle, the Special Defense Unit - both physically and mentally exhausted - had finally allowed themselves a moment of respite.
"F-Finally... A chance to take a breather..." Shouma used the back of his hand to wipe a bead of sweat off his forehead. He then immediately added without anyone's input, "N-Not like my fetid breath should be near anyone..."
"What's even the point in doing these stupid battles anymore...?" Gaku wheezed for air, bent forward with hands planted on his knees. "They should know by now that sending fodder without a commander is a waste of everyone's time!"
Hiruko crossed her arms in contemplation. "...That's the entire point of a war, actually," she corrected her scrawny classmate. "Wars aren't just a battle of strength and resources, but also stamina. Tiring out the enemy with disposable pawns is also a valid strategy."
"Except the 'disposable pawns' in this case are actually Futuran innocents forced into becoming those unsightly monsters," Ima responded, hiding well his own exhaustion. "The screams and cries they made begging for help - even now I can still hear them."
"They sounded so deep in despair...," murmured Kako in her own lament.
The unit took a brief moment to contemplate on their ongoing situation - that is until Kurara spoke up. "Alright, now can we all get a move on!? I don't want to spend another second doing nothing but standing around and moping with you peasants!"
"Dude, no one's forcing you to stay here!" Gaku whipped his head to bark at Kurara indignantly.
"I agree with Kurara!," Moko enthusiastically declared, quickly taking the tomato-head's side. "These past several squash matches have been exhausting enough even without a head honcho, and a proper lady isn't complete without her beauty sleep!"
"Right, because beauty sleep is the main issue here...," Tsubasa added with a tinge of sarcasm.
Takumi, meanwhile, flicked his sword clean of bioweapon sludge in a clean motion; before properly de-manifesting it and turning to face his classmates. "Alright everyone," he half-shouted in an attempt to get their attention, "that was a battle well fought. Feel free to rest for today - all of you deserve it!"
A few of his classmates respected his command with a nod, though most were too fatigued to do so and instead trudged back to the academy silently.
Takumi was about to follow after everyone else - until he saw what Nozomi was up to. At some point during the battle, the medic was forced to deal with a small platoon of Darumarrs accompanied by a few Grizzlei. She had fared well on her own for the most part, but not without some evidence of bloodshed marring her features.
The young woman had tried wiping off most of the sludge with her thumb, though some of the grime still remained on her countenance. "Ugh..." She let out an irritated huff, a thin trail of blood also running down the corners of her lips.
The swordsman's eyes softened considerably upon seeing the bloodied medic - his girlfriend. ...Wow. Even now does Nozomi look beautiful: irritated while covered in blood and bioweapon remains..., Takumi noted to himself. She looks like she's struggling to get it all off, though.
It was then that the young man suddenly came to an unexpected decision in his mind. He pondered the potential ramifications between (one of) his choices, and after what seemed to be an eternity of thought, he made his choice and approached the medic.
The swordsman made his presence known with a gentle tone. "...Nozomi."
The young woman's mild annoyance turned to light enthusiasm as soon as she realized who called her name. "Oh, hey there Takumi. Was there something you wanted to tell me?," she asked.
"There is..." Takumi gave a single nod, readying himself for what he was about to say. "Do you... mind if I help clean you?," he offered earnestly.
Nozomi paused, a slight blush warming her cheeks as she took in what the young man had requested. "C-Clean me...?," she trailed off in confusion. "What are you-?"
Takumi decided to show his partner what he meant before she finished her sentence, the young man swiftly moving towards her left cheek and licking off a healthy swath of sludge. It had a horrendous texture and an even worse taste, but the swordsman paid no mind to that detail. "...That's what I mean." Takumi looked at the young woman directly in the eye as he used his forearm to wipe his lips clean.
"..."
"..."
Nozomi's eyes widened like saucers as her brain went through a system reboot, the mist of pink on her cheeks saturating even further. Did he actually just do that!? He just... with his tongue...!
Takumi, meanwhile, was still unaware of the full effect his advance had on Nozomi. ...Wait a minute. That wasn't too forward, was it?
The young man backed away slightly, before finally redirecting his eyes away from her. "...If you're not up for it, I understand", he trailed off uncertainly. "A-And, I'm sorry for not letting you know first... I just, wanted to show you how much I'm willing to help you out..."
"Takumi..." The medic breathed out faintly, almost immediately noticing the change to her tone; her nerves readjusted themselves accordingly. I don't know where he got the confidence to do that, but... The young woman didn't dare finish that sentence, lest she admit what his sudden advance did to her.
...But...
She couldn't hope to hide her reaction for much longer. The two were in an official relationship, yes, but they didn't have much time for each other as of late. The lack of opportunity was mostly caused by the ongoing marathon of Defensive Battles, as well as the entirety of the SDU still grappling with the truth regarding their origins.
(That's not to say she regretted putting aside her wants for both Takumi and the rest of the unit's sake once they all learned the truth. She will never regret picking up her weapon and continue fighting for them, no matter what they could have thought of her at the time.)
(...It's just that, now that the SDU seemed to be recovering steadily, and the Defensive Battles have become more frequent: the medic couldn't help but begin to want again. Despite her guilt, she couldn't help but desire selfishly again.)
In the end, Nozomi allowed herself an internal sigh. Maybe once, just this once - after performing so wonderfully during the Defensive Battle, too - it wouldn't be so bad to indulge herself as a reward. Oh, screw this. I've been wanting for something like this to happen, anyway... even if Takumi's timing could have been a little better.
She was sure everything would work out, anyway. Maybe their classmates would turn a blind eye to their ministrations and look away at whatever else caught their attention; perhaps they were too busy congratulating each other on a battle well-fought to even notice them.
In any case, I should probably tell him my answer... Despite her shyness, the young woman dropped her weapon, reaching out to hold her partner's left arm. Her gaze was turned away from the young man at first, but was then redirected to look at him directly. "I-I think...," she began with a stutter, staring straight into his indigo eyes with nervous eagerness, "that I wouldn't mind at all, actually..."
Takumi momentarily widened his eyes, though it soon gave way to a determined stare (with a glint of underlying hunger that the young woman didn't fail to notice).
"Then, if I have your consent...," the swordsman trailed off, his hushed tone from before now even more charged with heated desire.
A nod of approval from the young woman. "You do...," she replied in equally-charged fervor.
Takumi nodded back. Yippee! "Very well then...," he murmured before stepping forward and placing both hands on Nozomi's headpiece, silently asking her to take it off.
The young woman picked up his unspoken request, clicking a specific button behind her headgear to retract her side pieces - leaving her face exposed.
The young man leaned back slightly to admire his girlfriend's face: a breathtaking work of art, despite the blood and bioweapon grime.
He then leaned toward Nozomi again, all too eager to begin working his magic. He started by gently pressing his lips against Nozomi's, taking the time to internalize the taste of sweat and dust coating them. Salty, caked, chapped, and a lingering scent of lilac; she was both a capable warrior and an even more beautiful woman - as if he'd ever think otherwise.
First a small peck, then two; then three and four into a set of deep, loving kisses. Nozomi immediately followed his lead as she carefully held his waist with both hands, leaning slightly to press her body against his. Takumi reciprocated by shifting his own hands; his left one now rested atop her shoulder while the right one scratched and tugged along the roots of her braid.
Once the two eventually became exhausted from their extensive parade of kisses, Takumi returned to using his tongue. He first ran it tenderly along the edges of Nozomi's lips, before lowering it slightly to lick away at the blood running from the corners.
A pleased hum escaped from Nozomi as a result. Takumi took it as a sign of good progress, so the young man decided to take his worship to the next level. He then dragged his tongue along the rest of her marred face, making sure to pick and prod at every glob of blood and bioweapon sludge littering her dainty features.
"N-Ngh..." A small whine clambered out of the young woman's mouth, enabling Takumi to continue advancing as he then added small, playful nibbles to the fold.
The adjustment in strategy worked out wonderfully; Nozomi lightly gasped as a result of the additional sensation along her cheeks - a melodious overture to the young man's ears. "T-Takumi...~"
"If at any point you get overwhelmed, let me know and I'll back down," was all Takumi responded with as he kept prodding and nibbling, his mind focused on a one-track mission to venerate his partner while cleaning her. I'm glad I'm doing well so far, but I also want to give Nozomi a way out in case she needs it.
The young woman responded with a confirmatory hum - Takumi was a tad busy with her face for her to nod in response. And so the two continued their salacious tango, Nozomi raising her right hand to ruffle and pet the swordsman's hair in approval.
"Hmn...~" I'm still not entirely sure where Takumi got the confidence to act like this... he definitely wasn't so forward the last time we were by ourselves... But, I'm starting to also like this side of him...
Indeed, the split-second tingles that ran throughout her entire frame were a surefire indicator of Takumi working wonders with his tongue, doing things to the medic that she wouldn't dare to admit out loud.
Still, I didn't fail to catch the first face he made when he licked me, even if it lasted for only a second... I hope you're doing this only because you want to, Takumi...
The swordsman was well aware of what he was putting inside his mouth. As Ima had stated: the remains used to belong to innocent Futurans who wanted no part in the war, yet were forced to as disfigured battle pets by V'exhness's orders.
And now, Takumi was tasting all of their final miseries and despair as he licked them off Nozomi's face. The physical embodiments of depravity caked and dirtied the young woman's features... and the young man was all too ready to take them off of her and absorb them within himself.
That's right... Any wrongdoings or transgressions that she's forced to carry, I want to carry with her as well..., he affirmed himself. If I can't do that for the person I love the most, then why should I even exist?
Nozomi wasn't the only one with innocent blood on her hands - all of the SDU decided to shoulder said depravity on behalf of humanity after learning the truth. Because of their decision to continue fighting for the endangered species, countless Futuran lives would be slaughtered by the mission's end. The young man knew that much, and yet...
And yet...
Takumi had found depravity to be highly appealing when splattered on Nozomi, specifically.
Eventually, the swordsman leaned away slightly from the young woman's face, giving her a chance to breathe. Nozomi was still processing all of the young man's recent reverence with half-lidded eyes.
The young man studied his girlfriend's absent-minded expression - saliva now lovingly coating her face instead of sludge and ichor - before lowering his gaze slightly. "...Would you look at that," Takumi muttered lowly. "I think some of the blood also got to your neck."
That got Nozomi to respond, the young woman briefly awake from her haze in confusion. "...Huh...? M-My neck...?," she questioned her boyfriend. "But, my Artificial Class Armor goes up to my- Oughhh...~"
Whatever response she had in mind was quickly shut down once Takumi raised her head slightly to reach under her chin, continuing his trail of gently-peppered licks, nibbles and kisses while tenderly rubbing her covered neck with his thumb. There were even times when he occasionally lowered his tongue to lick some of the blood splatter from the young woman's throat - and despite the Artificial Class Armor acting as a stubborn barrier between the two, Nozomi couldn't stop herself from shivering due to his oral ministrations.
"T-Taku-~" Even through the armor I can sense his tongue all over my throat... "Oh my god...~"
The young woman raised her left hand to tenderly rub her boyfriend's back in encouragement, her light gasps now having descended into a cute cacophony of moans and whimpers. Her right hand began to grab occasional fistfuls of hair, firing rapid electric signals down Takumi's body.
"Hnngh..." The young man took a brief pause as he processed his girlfriend's caresses. "Nozomi..."
"Takumi...," she called out lovingly in response.
Takumi then continued his dutiful worship all over Nozomi's face and neck, spurred by the occasional tingle running down his body - that is, until he saw yet another discrepancy upon the young woman:
A medium-sized cut slowly bled through her right forearm, the Artificial Class Armor that was meant to protect it torn open by what seemed to be a swiping motion.
"This is..." Takumi immediately halted again upon seeing the injury (much to Nozomi's internal dismay) before taking a hold of the medic's arm. Must have been one of the Grizzlei. Thankfully it seems to only be a minor scratch, but still...
The young woman allowed herself another sigh, this one audible. "I promise I feel just fine, Takumi...," she tried to reassure him. "Besides, all I have to do is shoot myself with a Rescue Bullet, then I'll be as good as new."
Takumi remained staring at the injured arm in his grasp. "...I'm sure you do...," he trailed off quietly, his eyes gently narrowed as he already planned his next move.
The young man slowly lifted Nozomi's arm in front of his mouth - much to his girlfriend's surprise. "...But I can't give attention to every wound in your face and neck, then leave this one unattended," Takumi murmured while staring at his partner directly in her eyes again. "It'd be really unfair of me if I did."
A hitched gasp from Nozomi, accompanied by a slight widening of her eyes. Is he going to...?
Takumi answered her unfinished question by giving the wound a light graze with his tongue - a heads-up to the medic's arm that it was next - while still staring directly into her eyes. Then, he finally broke eye contact with her and closed his eyes, redirecting his full attention toward the open wound.
"A-Aaagh...~!," the young woman squirmed in an unexpected sense of delight, feeling both her flesh and blood taken in by Takumi's dedicated tongue - suckling as though his life depended on it. The hand once tugging along her braid lowered to firmly hold her waist; the hand atop his hair continued ruffling vigorously in response. With the way their hands were positioned on each other, it looked as though the two soldiers were engaged in an actual dance.
Takumi leaned slightly into the medic's arm, the stream of blood flowing into his mouth a delectable palette cleanser from the recent grime and sludge. Nozomi's cries of pleasure had by then blossomed into a melodious orchestra to his ears.
If Takumi recalled correctly, Nozomi's cryptoglobin derived from the experiments she took a part in to help her mother's research. As a result, the blood that was cruelly and rebelliously roiling against her veins represented all of humanity's hopes and burdens forced inside her body, and Takumi found such an idea to be ridiculously unacceptable.
So he made it his sole mission to lick her clean of those, too - again, the young man wanted to take all the burdens Nozomi carried on her countenance (from humanity's hopes, her mother's dreams, and her own expectations) and also shoulder them upon his own being. It was the least he could do to help alleviate the woman of his reality.
That's right... Nozomi has done so much for my sake ever since I first opened my heart to her, and even before then when we were kids..., Takumi continued, false memories of his childhood friend beginning to resurface in his mind. I wouldn't be the person I am today if it weren't for Karua, and Karua would have never existed if Nozomi hadn't reached out for a friend back then...
He suckled the young woman's arm even harder as he fed himself with her burdens, to which Nozomi approved with another set of mewls. That's why I want to be Nozomi's best friend and boyfriend, as well as whatever else she wants me to be. Now that we've made it this far in the war, I want to become the best version of myself I can be to express my eternal gratitude for her...
The girl he grew up with in his memories - Karua - she might shared Nozomi's face and voice, but she was ultimately a different person altogether. She was a fictional figure meant to become a damsel for him to protect, as per his original programming. She represented the ideal: the vulnerable innocence worth committing sin and endangering his life over.
But as Takumi had come to learn over two timelines, Nozomi represented something far different: a hopeful determination trailed in blood, willing to do even the most horrid acts for the sake of those she cared about (almost like himself, strangely enough... Though seeing how Nozomi technically influenced him to become the person he is today, perhaps that wasn't a coincidence).
Takumi may have once wanted to protect Karua's innocence, but now he wanted to support Nozomi's determination - no matter how bloody the trail got for her along the way.
I'd gladly follow Nozomi to the ends of the world, even if they led directly to Hell. If something like that were to happen and she were to burn as repentance for her sins: I'll follow her there and burn, too.
Takumi's hold on his partner tightened even further, placing more pressure but with all the gentleness in the world. Nozomi, I hope that whatever else I fail to express into words, you can manage to feel from my tongue... I love you so, so much, Nozomi.
Nozomi, meanwhile, was still hazy-minded from the attention that Takumi had given her from his tongue-induced devotion. Her body was alight with burning desire, her nerves working overtime to process all the oncoming pleasure battering against her like a tidal wave. Takumi... Takumi...~
But she couldn't hope to remain still and let only her boyfriend please her. The young woman could begin to feel guilt creeping up at her from the recesses of her mind again, so she decided to switch gears.
Despite her daze, the young woman managed to redirect her lusted eyes to Takumi's right shoulder. She then lifted her left hand, no longer rubbing the young man's back; if she amassed enough of her strength, then she should be able to...
Takumi was none the wiser to whatever the medic had in mind - though he did notice the gradual decline in her lewd noises. Maybe she's had enough for now? I should probably ask-
However, whatever the swordsman had planned next was immediately interrupted the moment he felt his Class Armor ripped open, leaving his neck and left shoulder exposed.
...Huh? What the-?
"A-Agh~!" Takumi suddenly let out an unintended cry of pleasure, feeling a set of teeth clamp down his neck hard. Whoever bit him, bit hard enough to draw blood.
The young man's breathing quickly became ragged, Takumi turning his head slightly to confirm the guilty party... And as he had guessed: he laid his eyes on Nozomi, her face buried deep into his neck as traces of red stained her mouth once again.
"N-Nozomi...?," the young man trailed off in a flustered stutter.
The young woman exhaled a foggy breath as she slowly raised herself from the area of impact. "I-I can't...," she began huskily, her voice now low and drenched in desire. "...I can't be the only one getting pleasured here... I, also have my own feelings I want to express to you, Takumi..."
Takumi's eyes widened in response, his bewildered blush still present in his features. His ruffled hair and tired complexion from the Defensive Battle added to the adorable face he was unintentionally making. "Nozomi..."
Nozomi allowed herself a small, satisfied smirk upon studying her partner's reaction. Look at me, being so selfish and greedily taking all of his ministrations while not giving him any in return... I should be a lot better than that. "...If I please may, Takumi: I want to return you the favor, seeing how you have done so much for me already...," she confessed adoringly. "Is that alright with you?"
"..." Takumi could not hope to hide his surprise, not expecting Nozomi to want to reciprocate. I did all of this for Nozomi without expecting her to do anything in return...
The young man then took a look at Nozomi's puppy dog eyes. But even so, what type of boyfriend would I be if I refused her earnest wishes? "...Of course it is," he gave his girlfriend his approval. "If this is what you truly wish for, then by all means Nozomi: please lead the way..."
The young woman's face lightened up considerably, giving Takumi a small smile and nod of appreciation before getting back to work on his neck. Just like how the swordsman began his own oral worship: she started with a small peck, then two; then three and four into a set of deep, loving kisses. Her left hand - free from its recent duty of shredding Takumi's Class Armor - shifted to take a gentle hold of the young man's right upper arm. Their tango resumed, now more salacious than ever.
Takumi shuddered upon feeling his neck barraged with Nozomi's saliva-coated lips, the young man tenderly rubbing Nozomi's waist the same way she did with his back earlier. The young woman was all too eager to return the favor tenfold - it didn't take long for her to introduce small, playful nibbles to the fold; then strong suckles and small bites. Due to the medic's passionate worship, Takumi's neck was left scandalously covered in ruddy dots, bite wounds, and saliva.
"Mhnmgh~" Takumi allowed himself a pleased moan, small streams of red running down his right shoulder as his partner kept voraciously consuming his cryptoglobin.
Nozomi greedily slurped all the blood she could manage; absorbing all of Takumi's joys, sorrows, burdens, and grievances. Fragments of memories - some from the young man's original timeline, some from this one - slowly began to meld and flicker together in the far corners of her mind.
We've made it so far into this war, reaching a point where nobody can back down on either side..., the young woman noted to herself. Not after we all made our choice to continue fighting for everyone in the Artificial Satellite...
Fragments came and went from the forefront - some combined together, others clashed against each other. Now that we're about to have our hands stained in all of Futurum's blood, I've made up my mind to become the best person I can be for everyone - whether that'd be a trustworthy friend for the unit, or a supportive girlfriend to Takumi... Whatever future we end up facing, I want all of us to face it together.
It was then that a brief memory flashed by, a future that didn't belong to her: Takumi breaking down as he held her in her dying arms, desperately assuring her that he'd find a way to save her.
"..." The young woman squeezed her boyfriend's arm in response, trying her best to pour all of the love and sympathy she could muster into her oral veneration.
Almost as if knowing what Nozomi was trying to convey, Takumi's eyes lidded further as he looked into his girlfriend's feasting form. "Nozomi..."
Another stare directly into his indigo irises with her own lilac ones, her tongue still slurping away at his blood. Takumi... You've gone through so much for both our sakes, and despite the truth and stakes of the war: you haven't given up on your belief in everyone, or the love you have for me... You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for; did you know that?
A reciprocal hard suckle into his girlfriend's arm, almost as if responding through their exchange of blood: trying to compliment me on something that also applies to you? That goes both ways, Nozomi.
A content sigh clambered from the young woman's ruddy lips, before she closed her eyes and resumed her devotion. I'm more certain than ever that you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, no matter what happens... I love you so, so much, Takumi.
"Mhnnn...~" The young man hummed pleasantly in response to her resolve. "Heh... I just know that I'll end up with too many hickeys to cover once this is over..." Takumi momentarily paused his reverence once more, noting with light exasperation.
Nozomi gave her boyfriend a lighthearted huff of her own. "...Good. I'm pretty sure you're about to leave my arm the same way, anyway; so you deserve some form of payback...," she pouted.
A pleased smile from the young man: it was unfair just how adorable Nozomi could get, especially in her rare displays of attitude. "I guess I do..."
Takumi then resumed his veneration on Nozomi's arm, while the medic reciprocated the same way with his neck. The orchestra of noises had roared back to life once more - only this time the melody derived from both soldiers as they simultaneously worshipped each other's bodies.
"Hmnnn...~"
"Nghhh...~"
What wasn't told with words continued being exchanged through their tongues. Indeed, the two were now ensnared within a sanguine cycle, happily offering their cryptoglobin - their lives and feelings - to one another. The two passionate lovers descended down the abyss of lunacy and mad pleasure, always hand in bloody hand.
"Nozomi...~" Takumi yearned in heated desire, looking to meet Nozomi in the eyes.
"Takumi...~" Nozomi returned his half-lidded gaze with equal fervor.
The two then ceased their reverence as they turned to each other, slowly closing the distance between their faces. Their bloody lips parted open, ready to receive one another again.
Nozomi... Takumi slowly closed his eyes.
Takumi... Nozomi slowly followed suit.
Their dance had culminated to this very moment, their orchestra coming to a head as the two's lips pressed against one another once more-
"UHHH - FUTURUM TO YOU TWO PEASANTS! JUST HOW LONG WILL YOU BOTH STAND THERE AND CONTINUE MAKING OUT!?"
Both soldiers' eyes immediately widened upon hearing Kurara's shrill outrage, the two untangling themselves from one another as they turned away; pink dusted their cheeks and crimson dotted their bodies. It was as though they finally remembered that they weren't alone; the entirety of the SDU had seen their passionate exchange. All of it.
"..." Almost everyone showed a mixed reaction between stunned shock and utter disbelief, variation visible through their faces.
Gaku's mouth was stretched wide open, Hiruko was pinching her nasal bridge. Kyoshika was... eating from a bucket of popcorn?
"...Dude...," Takemaru trailed off in sheer bewilderment. "Fucking hell..."
Yugamu cradled his arms in ecstasy as his knees buckled. "Hrgh~! Kurara, you tease; just when it was reaching the climax, too...!," he raunchily exclaimed through heavy breaths.
"Ugh, I do NOT need to know about your perverted fantasies!," Kurara barked at her classmate. "Keep whatever it is you're feeling down there to yourself!"
"I can't believe they did all of that in public...," Kako awed with stars in her eyes.
"Now come along Sister Dearest," Ima nudged his sibling to accompany him back inside the academy. "We've dealt with enough regarding the Defensive Battle to pay any mind to those deviants."
Tsubasa looked up at the building behind her as she seemed to look for someone in particular. "Hey Sirei, why haven't you said anything for the past few minutes? Doesn't this violate some sort of rule?"
"Not at all, Miss Kawana!," the robotic officer cheerfully responded through their communication system, having apparently also seen everything. "Besides, the will of humanity had impeded me from stopping the couple; it seems that all of humanity also wanted to watch their passionate exchange, and who am I to say no?"
"Our commanding officer, to start...," Hiruko muttered, hand still on her nasal bridge.
"In any case, their PDA didn't take an explicit turn, so they didn't violate any rules," the robotic mascot finalized. "I'll give them a stern talking to later, however; we can't have this become a common occurrence at the end of every Defensive Battle."
It was by then that Yugamu had recovered from his... amusement, as he made his way toward the couple (who still didn't look at each other in the eyes). "Bravo! A masterclass performance you two, from start to finish!," the young man praised. "I especially enjoyed the part where you both began to suck each other off...!"
It was then that both soldiers finally reacted with a sputter, the two recoiling in sheer embarrassment. "Where we did w-what...?" Takumi could feel himself almost lose consciousness.
"Y-YUGAMU!," Nozomi exclaimed with a flushed face.
The assassin couldn't help but loudly cackle at their exaggerated fluster. "What? Is that not what you two were doing with each other's cryptoglobin earlier?" He then teased even further. "Doing it in public too, for everyone to see... Hrmnn~ You two have turned out to be quite extraordinary! Definitely a lot more depraved than I first gave each of you credit for!"
"It could have been a lot more freakier though, I'm ngl!," Darumi exclaimed from the distance.
A nod from the young man. "That I agree with. Perhaps if Kurara hadn't interrupted so rudely, one of you would have ended up completely absorbing the other." Yugamu then raised a hand to his chin in wonder, "And what a sight that would have been! It would have definitely elevated the overall viewing experience... But unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be for today..."
Takumi sighed with slouched shoulders, while Nozomi gave the assassin a few uneasy giggles.
It didn't take long for Yugamu to then snap himself out of his fantasies, switching back to his 'medical professional' mode. "...In any case, now that you two lovebirds have finished worshipping each other, we need to disinfect both of your injuries. Mixing open wounds with saliva is bound to cause sanitary issues if left unchecked," the young man explained.
The two soldiers found it deeply ironic how Yugamu of all people had told them that last part, but neither decided to vocalize their thoughts on the matter. "Sure thing...," Nozomi trailed off in embarrassment, leaning forward to pick up her submachine gun.
"A-After you, Yugamu..." Takumi motioned in equal shyness.
The assassin gave the two lovers a wide, closed-eye grin before making his way back into the building, both Takumi and Nozomi following close behind. It didn't take long for the two to hold hands along the way.
Now with some of the members back inside the academy, only a handful of people remained on the battlefield.
Gaku was eventually the first to speak up again. "...Dude. Did we seriously do nothing and watch all of that go down?," he asked to no one in particular, finally out of his stupor. "Did we seriously just do that?"
Tsubasa gave her scrawny classmate a certain look. "I thought someone like you would have no issue with watching PDA?," she replied.
"Not between two girls, maybe, but I don't want to watch a man enjoying himself: that's gay!" He then turned away - again, to look at nothing in particular. "...And just to clarify: I'm not like, gay, or anything."
Hiruko gave another sullen sigh, clearly done with everyone for the day. "And why would you even feel the need to clarify that in the first place?"
"Look, all I'm saying is: I feel like someone would have and should have said something sooner!," Gaku exclaimed. "So why didn't anyone do that?"
Darumi gave a cheerful cackle. "Meh, who cares? This is a second-rate fan-fiction, anyways; plot inconsistencies are gonna be a guaranteed guarantee!"
Kyoshika raised a hand to her chest with wistfully-closed eyes, already done with eating her popcorn. "Indeed, even the most beloved of Shonen classics are not without their own share of plot holes..."
"Just what in the FUCK is everyone even yammerin' about!?," Takemaru shouted with a closed fist. "Did we all lose our heads or somethin'!?"
Kurara had already begun walking back to the academy building. "Just ignore those lead-brained dolts! It's already infuriating enough to deal with both a mind-numbing battle and whatever the hell that pervert was doing with Nozomi!," the tomato-head exclaimed in equal frustration. "I'm ready to head back to my room and cry!"
It didn't take much longer for the rest of the unit to file themselves back into the building one by one, leaving the battlefield empty... save for one person, who had just finished climbing out of the hole he dug for himself.
"Thank goodness I didn't see most of what happened..." Shouma sighed in relief as he patted himself mostly clean of dirt. "I-I didn't deserve to witness such a wonderful sight, whatever it was..."
...
Eito wasn't entirely sure what had gone down the moment the Defensive Battle started - he had fallen ill a few days before that, and was forced to recover while the rest took to battle. It's not like he minded the resulting isolation, however; he might have had a genuine change of heart spurred by his own removal of his eyes, but that didn't take away from the fact that his classmates' sounds and smells were still nausea-inducing.
The young man appreciated the brief moment of peace he was given, even if it came at the expense of his body needing to recover.
In any case, judging by how the academy hasn't been reduced to smithereens by now, I assume the unit was successful in their Defensive Battle... I'm... happy, for them...
The young man had his own opinions regarding the fate of both humans and Futurans, as well as who truly deserved to live amongst all the destruction the war had caused. However, he came to the same conclusion that everyone else did: no matter how stained his hands would be with innocent blood, he was willing to continue moving forward with his decision, as long as he did it with everyone else by his side. He didn't want to have it any other way, no matter what his condition showed otherwise.
I wouldn't even be here today if everyone didn't give me a third chance... If Takumi hadn't given me that chance. I truly do owe my life to him, for better or worse.
Takumi had turned out to become quite the enigma to the young man, all things considered. Even now that the mission was on its last stretch: the two didn't get to fully understand one another - yet they were still willing to cooperate with each other for the sake of the unit's wellbeing.
Regardless of how the mission would end - and what that ending would mean to them - Eito wanted to learn more about the red-head in the future. He could only hope that Takumi would be more willing to open his heart to him by then.
The blonde took a moment to remember the glob of burning flesh and ichor that was Takumi. Takumi...
However, wherever else his thoughts would take him next was interrupted by a polite knock on the door.
Eito couldn't help but sigh at the abhorrent noise. "...You may come in, Yugamu."
The door gave way to the assassin, who made sure to make as least contact with Eito's belongings as possible while also keeping a considerable distance away from the resting man. "...You could tell who I was based on the footsteps? Looks like the loss of one sense really does encourage the development of the other senses," the young man noted in intrigue.
Eito nodded in response. "It wasn't just that. I had also assumed that you would visit me eventually to monitor my progress," he added.
"Of course...," the assassin trailed off in agreement. "I assume everything is going well so far, then? No notable complications?"
"None to report, no. I'm certain I'll make a full recovery by tomorrow."
"Good." Yugamu gave his classmate a nod, before starting to turn to the exit. "In that case, I'll leave you be for now. The only remaining regret I have for you is that you couldn't partake in the bloodshed with everyone else. The Defensive Battle ended up being quite uneventful save for the aftermath, but it would have been nice to see another cutie such as yourself splattered in bioweapon remains."
The ex-traitor would have rolled his eyes if he still had them - even now was Yugamu still being... Yugamu. "It's fine. I detected heterosexual activity earlier today anyway, so I wouldn't have fought at my best...," the blonde explained. "I assume that was Takumi up to his usual nonsense?"
The assassin perked up at the mention of their Team Leader's name. "Ah, yes; those two lovers really went at it earlier...," the young man recalled, before cradling his arms once again in a pleasured shudder. "Hrrggh~ And what a passionate display it was! It almost makes me want to kill someone just to follow after their lead...!"
Eito shifted slightly farther away in his bed. "In case I need to clarify: I am not an option," he flatly stated.
Yugamu gave his classmate a dramatic sigh, now out of his murderous delirium. "...Right, I assumed so", he muttered in resignation. "A shame, really..."
"For you, yes."
"..."
"..."
"...Well then, I guess I should get going."
"Probably."
"Have a good rest, Eito."
"Not like I can do much else."
The assassin didn't take much longer to leave his classmate's dorm, Yugamu now looking up at the overhead evening clouds.
The young man allowed himself a deep breath as he remembered everything that happened today, and how it contributed to the overall experience that was the mission. We're almost there... Just a few more days, and this war will be over, one way or another.
An exhale from Yugamu. Thinking back to Eito: it had been quite the journey, trying to work with him... but the assassin was glad that the blonde came around in the end. It would have been a shame to kill off the cutie so unnecessarily, after all.
The young man spent a while longer staring up at the evening sky, the Artificial Satellite faintly visible amongst the hues of purple and orange. Despite everything, he admitted to himself how ethereal the expansive sight was.
"..."
"..."
"...Hold on, he said he detected what?"