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An absolute 10, aneue-chan~

[ If there was a door between them, she would shut it immediately in his face. Alas, all she can do is try to slowly inch away without him noticing so she can get a head start. ]

Please stop calling me your sister.

...

[He slowly inches after her, not to be an absolute creep but to figure out what's wrong with Ritsuka.

It can't be because she doesn't know who he is, right? Sure, it's been years since she's seen him but... he's just Marik with spiky hair.]

Surely you remember me, yes...?

[ She starts inching away faster. At least he put his tongue away! ]

...Santa Island Mask?

[ Although even as she says that, she knows that it can't be since it was pretty obvious it had been the Servant Amakusa - and this boy before her isn't him. Although she has to admit that they do look pretty similar... Maybe he is someone she met before and didn't realize, because she thought it was him?

No, she's fairly certain that she would remember meeting anyone with a huge glowing eye symbol in the middle of their face. ]

Sorry, uh-- I think you've got me confused with someone else.

Who?

[Sorry, Ritsuka. The faster you move away, the more Yami follows.]

You are Ritsuka, are you not?

[ At this point she's just flat out walking backwards. So focused on trying to not trip over her feet or lose her balance, she automatically answers him without thinking. ]

Ritsuka Fujimaru, at your service!

[ She salutes him before realizing that hey, maybe she shouldn't be telling her actual name to someone who's giving off very intense vibes - but Yami might notice that there's a very visible crest engraved on the back of her hand that his Ritsuka never had. ]

[What is that crest... He attempts to reach for her hand as he continues following after her.

The name though. If it's possible, his spiky hair wilts a bit.]

Fujimaru...

[Not Ishtar. This isn't his sister...]

Where are you from?

[ Ritsuka's not sure why, but her answer seems to have dejected him - and for a moment, her guard falters as she feels a moment of sympathy. It's enough to make her slow down and that's all Yami needs to grab her hand.

Some things never do change. ]

From Japan, but-- Ah!

[ Suddenly coming to a stop thanks to Yami, she feels herself beginning to stumble and tries to correct herself - only to fall forward. Right into Yami.

Uh oh. ]

[Yami catches her seamlessly, smiling wickedly down at her as he now holds her in his arms. One arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand grasping her wrist.

What luck. She might not be his Ritsuka but she's still exactly the same.]

But...?

...But now I'm just kind of wandering. It's a long story.

[ A story where she has to save humanity over and over again. Although she did get to live in Antarctica for a bit, which was pretty cool - if not for the whole "all of humanity depends on you" part.

Right now, she has other things to worry about. ]

Um, you can let go of me. I'm fine now.

[ The look on her face says that she doesn't think Yami is going to do so, but she would really appreciate it if he did. Ritsuka is all too conscious of how their bodies are pressed together, his arm snaked around her waist holding her close. She tries not to think about how parts of her are very gently but firmly squishing against him.

Yes, some things are still exactly the same. ]

I have time.

[Mmn. He'll never tire of the feeling of her body pressed against his. Yami gives her a look -- almost a lovesick expression. A fond smile, gentle eyes, a soft but playful tone to that distorted voice of his.

Marik is Marik is Marik.]

Ritsuka...

[And he presses a kiss to her cheek. She might not be his but surely she'll react the same to gentle affections?]

Edited 2024-02-23 13:15 (UTC)

[ Time seems to come to a standstill as his lips brush against her soft cheek, gazing up at him with wide eyes. Ritsuka is all too familiar with that look, having been on the receiving end of that lovesick gaze far too often thanks to some of her more obsessive and/or possessive Servants.

But this stranger isn't one of them. There shouldn't be any reason for him to be so attached to her when they had never met before - not to mention that she can feel every fine-tuned instinct within her screaming that she's in danger, that the jaws of a dangerous predator are gently closing in on her.

Without hesitation, she knees him in his groin while she uses all of her strength to yank herself from his grip, trying to flee while shouting a line from a old show she vaguely remembers about a similar situation. ]

That's my purse! I don't know you!

[ Some things may never change, but some things are very different. Like how this Ritsuka had seen the first episode from the sixth season of King of the Hill at some vague point in her past. ]

[Oh.

Oh, that's so cruel. Yami lets go of her and slowly sinks to his knees, having never experienced such pain before. And this is not the good type of pain, no. This is in the pit of his pelvis, making him want to cough and throw up.

Before he softly faceplants on to the ground, Ritsuka can see his face is vascular and eyes unfocused, his expression twisted in pain.

Yami, unfortunately, does not get her reference at all.]

Hhhow... could youuu...

[Thunk.]

[ She's already long gone when he hits the floor, practically leaving a little dust cloud behind. It's just a gut feeling, but she's pretty sure that he wouldn't be too pleased with her once he eventually recovered - and Ritsuka wasn't going to stay around for that.

Although she hadn't expected it to be that painful; there was definite the sharp, prickly pang of guilt when she saw how he crumples pitifully to the ground... But it still wasn't enough to convince her to stick around.

So the red-headed Master from Chaldea sprinted as if the gates of hell were opening behind her - which probably wasn't too far off of a description, once Yami recovered. But that was Ritsuka's next mistake (the first was letting her guard down and allowing herself to be caught by him), as she was assuming that he was simply a normal human being. She was fairly confident that she could outpace the average human, after everything she's been through. It never even occurs to her that Yami is as far from average person as humanly possible - and what she had done, in fact, was just simply sealing her fate. ]

Edited 2024-04-29 12:05 (UTC)

[Kicking even a disembodied spirit in the groin still hurts like a bitch. Yami recovers quickly enough, his anger making the pain dull. He lets out a roar and melts into the floor like a pool of ink and shape.

Ritsuka will soon sense the dark magic aura underneath her -- and a hand formed from shadow reaches up to grab her ankle. His distorted voice echoes from all around her as he calls out:]

YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY, SISTER DEAREST...

[ Ritsuka doesn't notice Yami until his hand clutches around her ankle and stumbles to the ground with a yelp. Panic and fear rises in her as she realizes too late that she's made a grave miscalculation and that he wasn't a normal human like her. ]

I told you before, I'm not your sister!

[ Still, she tries to pull free from him once more, struggle and flailing in a desperate attempt to loosen that iron-like grip. Although even if she did break free, it's clear that he could catch up to her easily - but Ritsuka clings to the faint hope for some sort of miracle.

Because Ritsuka has a very strong feeling that if one doesn't occur, she's going to regret kneeing him in the balls very, very soon. ]

[Yami pulls her closer towards the pool of shadows, dramatically pulling himself up out of them as she's brought in closer, the spirit letting out a dark, menacing laugh.]

You look enough like her and even have the same name! Rits~suu~kaaah~

[Her name being said in a moan as he crawls on top of her, making sure to keep Ritsuka from being able to knee him in the groin again. Legs split apart, hands pinned above her head. Yami runs his tongue along his teeth as he leans in and nuzzles her cheek.]

Don't worry, I'll love you just as much as I loved ane-chan...

[ He overpowers her with ease as he pins her to the ground, pushing himself between her legs before she can think of kneeing him for a second time. She certainly tries, with how she writhes and struggles against Yami. But all Ritsuka manages to do is hike her short skirt up her thighs and unintentionally grind against him, letting him feel just how plump and soft she is as she rubs her body against his. ]

I don't want your love...!

[ Ritsuka twists and tries to turn away from Yami as he nuzzles her cheek affectionately, but his grip on her is firm. It seems that he's quickly picked up just how different this "sister" is - much more defiant than the one he knows. More confident and brighter, untainted by darkness... Unlike his poor sister who had been dragged from the surface and into their world when she was young, although she still managed to bloom within shadows. But compared to the red-headed girl struggling underneath him, there was a delicate frailty within his sister that this Ritsuka lacked; she was a flower that had bloomed in the light, full and flowering, having never been touched by shadow.

Which just means that Yami can dye her in darkness just the way he wants, to be the first to rip off her petals and crush them in his hands. ]

Let... go... of... me...!

[Her body feels amazing. Just how he always imagined it. So soft, so warm. He can hardly wait to come inside of her, feel her squeeze and clench around him.

Yami ignores her cries, easily overpowering the poor girl as she remains pinned underneath him. More nuzzling against her cheek, more licking and kissing, occasionally pressing his growing arousal against Ritsuka to feel just how much he loves her.]

You don't want that, Ritsuka~ I can give you everything you need. Everything you've ever wanted.

Your darling little brother just wants to love you, ane-chan...!

[ It's clearly obvious that there's no chance of Ritsuka of breaking free from the younger boy's grasp, but she keeps thrashing and struggling underneath him - even though it's clearly futile. No matter how much she twists and turns her face away, she's unable to pull herself out of his reach. She can't even bite him when he kisses her, as he forces his tongue in so deep that she's unable to close her jaw; leaving her flushed and panting when he pulls back, her lips tender and bruised.

But the fear is visible now as she realizes what is it that he's pressing against her, that hard, throbbing bulge pushing up her skirt - and just what exactly kind of "love" he plans on giving her. ]

N-no...! Let go me of me--! You're sick!

[ Mixed in with that fear is panic and desperation, quickly replacing her defiance.

However, what scares her the most is how her body responds to his attention against her will. To Ritsuka's horror, she can feel something hot slowly beginning to grow in her core; a slight aching that's steadily begins to build up as Yami rubs his arousal against her still-clothed pussy. It takes all that she has to bite down the moans that try to escape her throat as his teeth graze against her skin, turning her head and closing her eyes as she tries to hide that brief flash of thrill in her eyes. ]

S-stop... Please... You... You're scaring me...!

[ She finally breaks down on the verge of tears, begging Yami as she tries not to think about how stiff her nipples have becoming, or how sensitive they feel as they rub against her bra. Although she doesn't say it, it's more than obvious that this is her first time with how defenseless she is against his touch. ]

[Ah, her reactions are music to his ears. Her panicked gasps, her cries for him to stop. It only arouses him further. Yami lets out a moan as he slides his tongue along her collarbone and up to her jaw.]

Aaahhhnn~ Don't be scared, ane-chan... I'll take good care of you...!

[Such good care, which includes dry-humping Ritsuka, his clothed erection grinding against her clothed sex.

He cackles, sliding his hands down her body and back up again -- only to rip her top open and let those delightfully large breasts spring free.

And the spirit wastes no time in burying his face between them, enjoying Ritsuka's warmth and her scent.]

[ A scream rips from her lips just like how Yami tears open her clothes, breasts bouncing free - and her stiff pink nipples visible for all to see. ]

No--!

[ At least her hands are no longer pinned by him, but they may as well still be. Although she throws all of her strength into trying to push him away, he doesn't even budge.

All Ritsuka can do is simply let him have his fill of her, as he burrows his face in between her enormous plump breasts; trying to not think about the growing wetness spreading between her legs as he continues to grind his bulging erection against her slit. ]

[Yami lets out a pleased growl, nuzzling against her absolutely lovely mounds. Gods, it's heavenly. The spirit looks up at her from between them and sinks his fingers into her flesh, kneading and fondling Ritsuka roughly, the palms of his hands rubbing against her nipples.]

You say no but the way your body reacts...

The other ane-chan was the same way, you know. Told me no but her body absolutely wanted it.

[Another nuzzle before he sits up slightly with a grin, still happily squeezing her tits.]

I bet if I ripped your panties off, they'll be soaked.

[ Despite her protests, her body responds eagerly to Yami's touch; back arching as he squeezes her breasts while a moan escapes her lips, her breath coming in quick pants, all while he teases out little whimpers and cries from her each time her stiff nipples rub against his palms. Her breasts practically swallow his head, soft, warm, and welcoming - the complete opposite of the words she's saying. ]

You... You've done this to your own sister...? How could you--!

[ There's no time to be feeling pity for his poor, unknown sister - not when she's struggling to fight her arousal. Her face flushes at his words, shaking her head as she denies him... Even though they both know how easy it would be for him to find out. But Ritsuka keeps trying to fight, refusing to just give in. ]

N-no! You're wrong...! I, I don't want this at all...!

[ Even though she can feel the thin fabric of her panties clinging to her pussy, drenched in her own juices. Arousal, pleasure, and shame all are visible in her face and her large, watery eyes; Ritsuka squeezes them shut and turns her face away from Yami, trying to find some escape from him. ]

[Yami purrs, licking his lips as he watches her squirm under him. How absolutely delightful. It feels so good to have his lovely ane-chan again. Feeling her plush, soft body under his, his fingers sinking into her supple breasts.]

Why don't you just give in? It's obvious you like this... I won't think any less of you, Rit-su-kaaaa~

[Another rough squeeze before his hands shoot down to rip the waistband of her panties apart.]

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