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BEAUTIFUL♥VIXEN Number of posts : 34 Age : 33 Registration date : 2009-02-10

o n t h e s e a
Atsuka, Emi, Natsume and Yui

Inhaling the sweet salty air of the ocean water, the pinkette visored her eyes, hues of aquamarine skimming over the scenery around her. So it was today. It had taken the whole watery environment around her before the effect had kicked in. Possibly because nothing ever felt like a true Strudent Council meeting without Kenichi there? He had always sort of finished their presence; the council's, that is. Where was he, today? He hadn't reported anything back to her. It wasn't an event he had to attend, afterall, and likely, if it wasn't something that was taking a grade, he wouldn't show up anyway. He had never really been the type to get excited about field trips.

So the council's cruiseline for a couple of days really almost didn't shock Atsuka, who adjusted her elbows over the ledge of their small ship. Still, she couldn't help but admit that she missed her gay pessimistic secretary. What an interesting set of contradictions that were used to describe him...

Footsteps were heard over her shoulders, and she turned her elegant neck to catch sight of her vice president. She smiled, lightly. At least this was something she could look up to, right? She watched as the other female stood, the ocean wind caressing her hair and skin. Subconciously, she hooked a long lock of pink behind her ear before her voice escaped her lips, "Ne, Emi-chan? Where's that brother of yours?" she questioned, curiously.

Just recently, the Student Council had gained a new member; Emi's half-brother, at that. Never in her years of knowing Emi had the blunette seemed so active.

S omewhere aboard the boat was Yui, seated on the deck, scrolling idly through her camera's picture review. Ofcourse it was her who was summoned to take pictures of this mini-vacation, the way she always was with any club. She should guess Student Council was no different, despite her nasty experiences with it's president. Her face twisted in remembrance, her fingers tensing, deleting unwanted or poor quality photographs from her cam's memory. If only her mind were so simple as a camera's.

Speaking of that devil woman, the vixen's voice floated in the crisp, bright air. Hearing that voice always made Yui cringe at first, and then have to adjust. It wasn't that the voice was ugly, but more so... the bitter aftertaste that was recollected and triggered by it made Yui want to kill. A sigh escaped her lips before her violet optics traced over to the direction from which the voice came. What was that bitch doing?

Seeing another female approaching Atsuka, Yui instinctively jolted, before gripping her camera tightly in her hand. Shit! Already? No, wait! She had already heard some rumors about this Emi Akata girl. She was Atsuka's next target, or something relative to that.
Teeth clenching, Yui ripped her bag up, irritantly, before slinging it over her shoulder and cramming her camera in it. She began to stride quickly towards the general area of Atsuka and Emi, and peered around the corner of the living quarters in attempt to spy.

Intricate Vice Number of posts : 33 Age : 31 Registration date : 2009-02-19

~~+"Impressions. Wants."~~

What was she to do, say no? Who didn’t want to go on a cruise? It had proven peaceful so far, but something was bound to come crashing down soon. Emi glanced at Atsuka as the words slipped out of her mouth. Wait? Wasn’t it supposed to be a s e c r e t?! Hell, what did she care anyways. Atsuka had all of the student files, anyone with eyes could tell that Natsume was in fact her brother. By the way, where was he? Emi didn’t know herself. Not like she c a r e d. The annoying little twerp! Emi sighed, running her hand through the blue wave of her hair. It was awkwardly silent. And unusually peaceful. But the warm sea breeze was nice against her skin.

“Dunno.” She replied silently to Atsuka. It hadn’t exactly sunk into the girl. A brother. A real sibling. But she pushed aside those thoughts quickly, bringing herself to other current matters. She hadn’t forgotten her agreement to Atsuka. Friends. Was this even possible? Besides Kenichi, who was the pinkette’s friend?

It was a risk, certainly. Emi could be so easily taken if she didn’t have this resistance for Atsuka. But why did Atsuka want her? Was it simply that Atsuka wanted everything she couldn’t have? If so, then a friendship was being built on nothing. Or was it the fact that today Emi looked absolutely stunning? A dress of thin red material hugged her perfectly, making her eyes more charming and captivating. It wasn’t to revealing, but it did show the evidence that Emi’s flawless body waited underneath. The female turned when a sudden crashing came from her side, and found that the ‘devil child of the other mother’ (as she had put it once) was waiting there, placed like some sick pervert on a blonde topped girl. Or so it seemed.

A Fucking Wolf Number of posts : 3 Age : 31 Registration date : 2009-05-27

Casual Contact.

Eh? It was bright. Unbelievably bright. Natsume only creaked his eyes slightly before he had realized where he was. Then it took only a second more to regret where he was. It was impossible to say no though. If Emi had heard he didn’t go, she would probably think him a coward for avoiding him. He shifted up, finding himself in the middle of the floor, of the room he had taken. And with a pounding headache. He couldn’t remember if he had started on the floor or not.

He picked himself up. One thing he hated was waking up, whether it was mornings or the middle of the day it always left him terribly annoyed. Not that he already usually was. Truthfully, he would be more than happy with leaving his family for a week, but he would have to deal with the student council and there annoying cotton candy pink president. Natsume stepped out the door, only to find he had spilled a glass of water this morning, and water on hard floor usually means it very slippery. And when you slip you would usually fall to the ground. But when a certain blonde female is waiting and spying outside your door, you don’t fall straight down. Instead, Natsume instantly shoved out his hands to stop his fall, but instead of finding the floor. He found….squishy?

His hands had found themselves awkwardly planted onto this chick’s chest, and he had pinned her down. Not only knocking away her camera but revealing themselves to his older sister and the cotton candy pink president. (Which he had grown accustomed to calling her). The boy flushed, disgusted more than embarrassed. And recoiling back, he let out a ”Fuck.”

BEAUTIFUL♥VIXEN Number of posts : 34 Age : 33 Registration date : 2009-02-10

At first smiling dismissantly, eyes sealed and with a casual shrug, the demoness had started to briefly lose interest in the conversation, and had been boredly noticing Emi's rather appealing scarlet attire. The blue locked female had always looked nice, that was for sure, but today had been one of those extra good days. Atsuka's tongue ran over her teeth behind a closed mouth, before she turned away. She had found herself disciplining herself more and more often lately; possibly because she was worried about scaring the vice away? That could've been it. Emi seemed fragile. Sexually speaking, anyway.

The floorboard created a hollow thud as two bodies came colliding and sprawled onto the ground of the ship. This sudden action didn't make Atsuka jump, but it was enough to zap a momentary shocked expression onto her pretty face. She gathered her observations and then grinned, slyly, "Little boy? You're quite a nasty child, aren't you? Groping girls like that. Look at you! Shame, shame...~" she teased, girlishly. Though she was talking to the male who had the boob in his hand, her eyes watched Yui who fiercely avoided eye contact with her. 'Aye aye... still able to throw such a grudge? You're really something...' her mind echoed. She chose to ignore Yui.

That had always been what seemed to get the blonde's attention the most. But there were other things, too. A foxy smirk winded up her lips before she took grasp of one of Emi's slender hands, "Come on, Emi-chan~ Let's go make smoothies, or something." Her voice was musical. Though it sounded flirtatious, it was possible that the blunette could detect the slight sarcasm; Atsuka had no real intention of doing anything with Emi. This was just an act to rile up the golden-haired girl who now was free of the tyke's grasp.

And it sure hell seemed to be working.

P upils shrinking in direct proportion to the circumference of a pencil lead, Yui began to squirm and wriggle restlessly, beneath the boy. Her cheeks flushed brightly, before she attempted to send a knee right into his oranges, but he had already gotten away. She lept to her feet, almost immediately, before pointing a finger dramatically in his direction. Her mommy had always told her it was rude to point, but in a situation like this? Ha! That was bound to be ignored. "You're going to pay for this, you sicko freshman!" she snapped sharply at him, before she whirled around to glare at Atsuka. But what for? They hadn't really done anything. It wasn't like it was their fault she got caught spying on them.

Her shoulders raised stiffly and angrily. Eyes narrowing, she waited for acknowledgement from Atsuka, yet recieved none. What angered her further was that she had grabbed the hand of that new target of hers and tried to escape. Her teeth grinded together, her thoughts racing as she tried to compile some great plan to stop Atsuka. Nothing.
Nope. Nothing at all.

Stubbornly, Yui tried to reject Atsuka's presence as easily as the pinkette had managed to do so wither her own. "Kid! If you broke my camera, I swear to you..." she threatened the boy lowly, before walking towards the gadget and bending over to pick it up. She began to press buttons, abnormally focused on it, as her eyes passed over Atsuka and Emi every few moments.

She guessed it could be worsed though. It didn't seem like Emi was too intranced. It seemed like there was still hope in the whole ballgame, afterall.

Intricate Vice Number of posts : 33 Age : 31 Registration date : 2009-02-19

~~+"The face of an actor."~~

"OH! Atsuka-chan~ Of course, I'd love too." Emi Akata was no idiot. She could play along when she was needed. A devious want to toy with this girl grew inside her as she watched the girl simply squirm under Atsuka's stare. She batted her ruby eyes, and clung her arm around the pinkette's. It was obviously acting, but Atsuka would probably be the only one to realize it. And whatever relations this girl had to her brother was starting to bug her. Who was she anyway? She didn't know Natsume that well, but would he actually feel up some girl's chest?

For a moment the bluenette almost got too caught up. As Emi pulled Atsuka up to the bar, in was almost too comfortable. To r e a l. Her arms loosened slightly, away from the pinkette. Whatever Atsuka was playing at, Emi might as well play along. She ordered a drink from the bar, and a seductive edge rung through her voide as she asked Atsuka, "Whip cream & cherries?"

But the ruby eyed female begged that Atsuka wouldn't take advantage of her, while she could.

A Fucking Wolf Number of posts : 3 Age : 31 Registration date : 2009-05-27

Protective siblings, fight until it's night.

Natsume's eyes darted to his sister, as she clung to the girl that he even knew was supposedly a evil-seductive-heart stomping-lesbian-whore. At least that's what everyone from his class But those were most likely rumors right? She wouldn't actually hurt Emi, right? But Natsume suddenly become unsure. In fact, in this thought process he forgot to respond to the chick. Kid, freshman? Godammit he wasn't that small! He stood up, brushing his pants off. He stared at the girl for a moment. "I was considering saying sorry, but you're annoying as hell."

Honestly, Natsume had never though Emi to roll uh, like, that. It just didn't seem her style. So as the blue haired boy went to get his own drink he couldn't help but glare at Emi in a mixture of frustration. Why would she go out with the pink haired freak anyway? He looks away, chugging down a soda. And his eyes met those of the blonde haired chick. She seemed awfully familiar with the pink haired demon. Maybe they could help eachother, afterall.

BEAUTIFUL♥VIXEN Number of posts : 34 Age : 33 Registration date : 2009-02-10

So she caught on, it seemed. Emi was sharp when it came down to detai -- so sharp, she could decipher the most minute of Atsuka's flirting attributes. That was an incredible advantage on the vice's part.

The notable demoness couldn't help but notice the closeness and genuinity of Emi's cling to her arm. A spark within her triggered, making her salivate in her mouth. Tempted to rape Emi then and there, the vixen shunned the lust and continued to play along. Thank goddness the the other female had loosened her grip a bit.With a rack like Emi's, it was dangerous to press those two breasts against Atsuka's bare skin, whether they were clothed or not.

The blunette's voice came in about now, Atsuka's smirk twitching with the itch of desire. This whole acting scenario was all just a tease. Only in Atsuka's dreams would Emi want to share cherries and whipped cream with her.
"~ Strawberries and chocolate?" she sang back to her vice. The bartender, an older male, watched the two girls in awe. He nodded almost immediately, before he whirled around a prepared the cherries with whipped cream and strawberries with chocolate combo in roughly seconds. A world record.

As the male pushed the order towards them, his eyes glimmered hopefully, and the tapping of a certain blonde's fingernails against the counter top became obnoxiously audible.

Atsuka found the time to show off. Taking a cherry, she dipped it in whipped cream before licking it visibly. The vixen placed the seedless fruit in her mouth, made some quiet noises, and then took out only the stem, tied in a neat, tight knot.

A hot blush formed on the blonde nuisance's face as the temptress provided her with a long stare, before Atsuka smiled again, "They're sweet. Nice job, bartender."

His eyes widenened in anticipation before he quickly ran his tongue over his lips.

" U h-Uhm! I want a blue coconut snow cone!" Yui declared, in attempt to distract herself. The bartender looked irritated with her, but he created her order inhumanly fast before his attention went right back to Emi and Atsuka, who he hoped would put on a little love show for him.

'Wait! When me and Atsuka were together, she never EVER did stuff like this with me in front of other people! That means-- she was embarassed to be around me or... she's really into this Akata girl! Shit! Wh-What if they...right here on the deck?! In front of me, the freshman AND the bartender?! There's no way they'd actually do anything! She didn't ever kiss me in public!' thoughts were spiralling out of control, frantically trying to comprehend Atsuka's gestures.

The pinkette had now been trying to get Emi to lick some chocolate off of her finger, and the bartender looked like he was getting impatient with them.
Yui groaned loudly, before standing up with her shaved ice and grabbing Natsume by the arm. His frame was a lot smaller than hers, so she figured it wouldn't take much to yank him along with her, "Come on, pipsqueak. You need to buy me a disposable camera," she growled, before turning a corner and leaving. She heard Atsuka giggle.

After she turned said corner, she was out of the devil's eye-sight, but that didn't mean Emi's. Losing interest in the boy she used as an excuse to escape, she discarded him with a dull expression on her face before peering over the edge of the corner, her violet irises studying Atsuka and Emi. It was quite possible that Emi could see her peeking, but Yui was too angry to really try to hide well.

Her voice was a whisper, "I've got to get that girl away from Atsuka...!" she murmured, though intentionally to herself, providing Natsume with enough evidence that she was quite jealous of the blunette.

"...she's in the cooking club, right...? Great. I'll just talk to her about that slut then...--"

Intricate Vice Number of posts : 33 Age : 31 Registration date : 2009-02-19

~~+"Too risky. Dear God."~~

Wow. Who knew Emi could perform? Right now Atsuka and Emi were the stars, an audience of four. What was her next move though? She watched only slightly as the blonde girl dragged off with her brother, who looked less than willing to go along. Emi thought to herself, curiously. What if...?

Had Emi ever told anyone about the summer camp she had gone to in fourth grade? It was an acting camp. One for those gifted students. Emi, at the time, was a terrible actor though. Her voice always stayed as monotone as could be. But if she had learned anything, it was the trick of making something look like it actually happened. Her hands wrapped around Atsuka, twisting her in front of her so her back was to the blonde one, making their faces unseen to the girl. Then, she moved in, close. Very close. So close that it was only milimeters away from their lips, and she stopped. Even if the blonde one was watching their faces, you could barely tell that their lips hadn't actually met.

Emi pulled back, a malicious smile on her lips. What are friends for? And added, just to top off the finishing scene, "You taste sweeter."

A Fucking Wolf Number of posts : 3 Age : 31 Registration date : 2009-05-27

shock, lock, barrel.

Pipsqueak? Natsume scowled as the girl pulled him unexpectingly from his seat. Dragging his delicate frame easily. What does this chick want? But the girl quickly turned away to watch his sister and pink serpant. Just in time, too. Natsume nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of his sister 'kissing' another girl. Maybe it was just her kissing anyone in general. The bartender was practically drooling at them. "What the hell is the pink bitch doing to my-" He cut off. Secret, right? He didn't budge. It would only show that he actually did care what his sister did. He glared angrily shoving aside the blonde girl to stare for a moment.

It finally clicked to him a moment later as to what the girl had said. Jealous? Natsume flickered his azul eyes toward the girl for a moment. What did she want with the pink devil anyway? A love interest perhaps. Eh, what the hell did he care? If Natsume had figured out anything between the girls that had fallen for his 'bad-boy' style at school was that when one became jealous, there was only one thing to do back. Make the other person more jealous. He hadn't realized he was staring at the blonde for a few moments now.

BEAUTIFUL♥VIXEN Number of posts : 34 Age : 33 Registration date : 2009-02-10

Eyes flickering for a brief moment, Atsuka's stomach dizzied momentarily as Emi leaned in towards her. Leaning towards her vice in response, hesitantly, she began to question Akata's motives. She was... seriously going to initiate a kiss with a devil like her? She realized that if she were to plant her lips against Atsuka's there was no guarantee that the vixen could control her passion to have her way with her, right? Seeing Emi tilt her head for the liplock, and with such an intimate look on her face, Atsuka was almost convinced that, maybe, Emi did feel a little desire for her, after all.

But then, Emi stopped; she was only fragments of molecules from the touch of their lips. The pinkette's heart, which was pounding in anticipation, froze, stopping as Emi's voice hovered against her mouth, "You taste sweeter." It was a coo of false affection. The voice wa too realistic. Having that tone dangled in the temptress's face like that...ire licked a flame in Atsuka's chest.

She smiled, weakly, keeping the act going, though she was internally upset by Emi's gesture, "Nnn...? I wonder who tastes sweeter down here...~!" she giggled, flawlessly. It was almost undetectable, her sting of hurt.

Her arm shifted, and her hand ventured towards Akata's inner thigh, as if to finger one of the girl's most sensitive of spots. She slightly nooded her head to cue the ruby eyed female to act out some inappropriate noises as she "fingered" her vice.

The bartender looked bored. He lost interest in the the lesbian teasing of the two girls and began to clean a mug with a white rag.

T hat was the final straw--! The blonde's brow furrowed, in aggravation. Her eyes spurred to the boy beside her. He seemed bothered, too, but nonetheless, she hissed back at him in a volumous whisper, "What the hell are you looking at, you pervert?! Does stuff like this turn you on, hm?!!"
Her head whipped back to watch the two girls.

'At-Atsuka! What are you doing to her?? Touching her there?!? Right in front of me?! You realy are a nasty harlot!'
Yui's fists clenched. Her eyes became moist, but she stubbornly fought the urge to cry. She wouldn't cry! She was over Atsuka!
She felt the wall around her deteriorate as her anger slowly effused. And yet, even through such pain... the instinct between her legs got her excited watching the two girls. She wrenched her legs together, disgusted with herself.

She hated Emi. With a fiery passion.

It just wasn't fair.

Intricate Vice Number of posts : 33 Age : 31 Registration date : 2009-02-19

~~+"Lovers love and liars lie."~~

"Oh, not here!~" Emi said pushing Atsuka's hand away with a giggle and somewhat chastising voice. Sounding innocent, although she was lieing still. Her eyes read, Atsuka, I would never do anything like that in public, even if it was faking. Which made Emi curious. Was it not Atsuka, who had probably put dozens of girls in her shoes right now? Taunghting them unreasonably. So, how does it feel?

Suddenly it fell apart. The act seemed to lose it's magic and the spell was gone. But still Emi found herself smiling at Atsuka, staring at her with charmed eyes. Did the blonde still buy into it? Most likely. Emi wondered who the girl was again. And noticed an awkward silence had grown between the two. She wanted to say something, but didn't. Instead she waited for Atsuka to fill it.

BEAUTIFUL♥VIXEN Number of posts : 34 Age : 33 Registration date : 2009-02-10

The vixen stared back at Emi, silently. She was still. The gap of conversation between the two of them became very loud. Atsuka got up and simply began to walk away, leaving the blunette with the food combo and dissatisfied bartender. Suddenly, Atsuka really missed Kenichi. Heading into the living quarters of the boat, the devil tossed her frame into the bed, staring up at the cieling, irritated. She really, really, wished Kenichi could just magically appear on the boat.

Even if he would complain about her boobs, he still always served as her stress relief, or anti-depressant. But, it looked like the secretary wasn't coming. He had been too infatuated and thrilled with the little uke present that Atsuka had nabbed into the student council, Fringe. Taking her cellphone from the end table, Atsuka sent out a text to Kenichi:
" I really wish you would have shown up for this. "

While holding the device, she sighed. Her on boat concert was roughly 2 hours away. She'd soon have to get all dressed up and proceed with makeup. She closed her eyes, the intensity of the situation spiralling down on her, before she found herself asleep.

(Go ahead and post. I have nothing in mind for Yui)

Intricate Vice Number of posts : 33 Age : 31 Registration date : 2009-02-19

~~+"Mistakes. Challenges. Confusion."~~

Emi stared at Atsuka, awkwardly. Watching the pinkette with a lost look on her face. She had done something wrong, she had taunted her like she had done too many people. Did Atsuka realize this? Probably. And instead of a sense of satisfaction, a webbing guilt found its way through her, like poison spreading through her blood. Emi grimaced, at mental pains instead of real ones. Why did it hurt?

Maybe, just maybe, the bluenette had started to care for the president. Not in the way Atsuka wanted, but the way of a friend. Emi got up, and left her food. Leaving the blonde girl and her brother. Emi felt small, very small. She went to her room, and grabbing the bag that held her A-Ts, she slipped them on. It probably wasn't allowed, but found herself riding around the deck. Ignoring the things around her. Atsuka must have fallen asleep. It had already been about an hour. Wasn't she supposed to perform tonight?

Emi stopped for a moment, outside her door. But what for? She wanted to say something, but didn't really know what to say. And sooner or later she would walk out. Emi pulled up her fist to knock, then hesitated. Instead she let herself slip down next to it. As if she was waiting for the pinkette to come out. Friends don't hurt other friends, right? Emi felt terrible. But exhaustion was wiping over her. And before Emi had gotten to common sense to get up and walk away, she started to doze off, right next to Atsuka's door.