Naoya huffs in frustration with peeled eyes as he flies above the brightly lit city, "Where the fuuuuck could he have gone to?!!" He hates the uncertainty of this hopeless search knowing that if Gojo doesn't want to be found then he'll likely remain missing, "This is such shit!"
The Zenin thinks to Choso and Toji, 'Guys, I haven't seen any petrified turds yet…', irritation in his tone as he doesn't like leaving Elska behind with Getou either.
'If that dickwad even breathes on my princess, I'll fucking snap.', Naoya grunts as he elevates to maneuver above a wispy patch of clouds.
Even through his current concerns though, the blonde takes a moment to be stunned by the shimmering lights waving in haze. His amber eyes squint with urgency and bounce from building to building but behind that alarm lies something serene he can't quite explain for it doesn't make sense feel. Ignoring that, Naoya begins to resend his message to the others but is suddenly crooking his neck to the left, towards the being's direction in preparation.
Choso heard Naoya's message and instinctively releases a cry that booms through the skylike a Lockheed F104 Starfighter hints to how frustrated and mentally scarred he is over the previous fight with Satoru. Toji is soon heading in his direction so the being gathers himself and thinks that maybe he should try using his observer technique again to assist them.
Choso's features morosely shift, "Maybe it will work better now..."
As the hybrid hovers in the chilling night sky, he also draws the circular shape in front of him. Almost like he's lost his touch, the window fails to construct exactly like it did when they initiated this search which all but cements to Choso that he's unable to use it in regards to Satoru; it fizzling out into wispy black smoke.
'Has Satoru Gojo's energy really changed thatmuch?!', Choso wonders to himself, unnerved by the fact that since Gojo's transformation, the Silver Shaman's presence has morphed into something else; something familiar yet elusive to Choso.
Toji soars over head, "Hey, can you see him?!", noticing that the hybrid is wiping away his technique while despairingly shaking his head.
"Damn…why not?!", Toji rhetorically asks with urgency.
He and Gojo have definitely had their fair share of issues but nowadays the giant genuinely cares about the fucker and knows that despite whatever anyways, Elska wants him home. After taking a restless breath, Toji thinks to Naoya, 'Hey, come meet us, we need a better game plan than this. What the hell are we even doing right now?'
"A new plan may be best…", Choso mumbles before continuing, "Maybe I should check on Elska while we wait for him…", and maps her energy; that of which he's come to learn as if it were his own.
Her presence remains within his shadow realm, a place that's always a part of him even when he's in the physical world. That still baffles him to this day.
'I hope she's getting some rest.', he monologues to himself while the technique forms but the thought of irony crosses his mind when the image of her and her surroundings appear in his window.
Toji flaps a little higher in altitude searching for signs of Naoya and being glad when he spots his cousin, "Hurry up boy! I know you can go faster than that!"
"Tch.", Naoya scoffs, not being in the mood to be teased, "Shut up you old fart!", but the childish insult he just threw at Toji surprisingly breaks his own angered expression into a slight smirk despite his foul disposition. He's always enjoyed picking on Toji's age at least. Once Naoya reaches the two of them, he quickly drops down to see what Choso is wide eyeing and exasperates, "DID YOU FIND HIM!?"
"He's checking in on Elska right now Naoya, we've had about just as much luck as you have as far as Gojo goes though.", Toji is now getting worried too, "We really need to find the fucker before he gets himself targeted by regular society too."
"Ummmm…", Choso begins nervously.
Naoya snarks, "You really think Gojo is afraid of regular humans?", and scoffs as if to remedially break it down, "You must need a nap because we're going to have to protect them, Toji...fromhim!"
Choso turns around, "Guys?", trying to cut through the conversation with a play-doh knife.
Toji runs a hand through his hair and vexes, "Fuck. You're right."
The Zenin then spiteful chimes, "BUT it's all good! We'll just have you suck Sukuna or something and then make out with Gojo!"
Toji's eyes vehemently lash towards Naoya, "Look kid, I know you're stressin' out but you, little shit... you're a few comments away from earning yourself a one-way ticket out of this li-"
"Heyyyy!", Choso shouts, "I uh…I actually think I…", he swallows down, "I found Satoru…"
"WHERE?!", Toji and Naoya both demand simultaneously.
Naoya examines Choso's turbulent expression and out of curiosity, flies over to view the observer's window but once he's in front of it, the golden light travels across his body and he unintentionally wheezes to the sight before him, "WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Toji is quick to join in on the commotion; his younger cousin's switch in demeanor distracting him from the constant shivers from the cool night air. Pulled by wonder, he too looks in the window and is shocked. Speechless.
'Getou…and Gojo? Together with her?',the giant ponders in disbelief.
His mood feeds off of Naoya's anger however; the sheer carelessness of how this little picture paints a story of perverse nature.
'How could they do that when she was so bad off???! SHE WAS SO FUCKING WEAK!', the question forcing the giant's eyes to glow; screaming that his tolerance level is being tried.
Choso studies the window baffled by the trio as well, 'Those two are the greatest of enemies…or…were?'
The being doesn't understand what would make Gojo change his views on Getou or even visa versa, 'Is it because of their bond with Elska?', but a small part of him is relieved that this likely proves the Satoru isn't experiencing a frenzy.
Because no one wants to square off with Gojo after the forest.
Snapping back to the present, Choso feels his shoulder being yanked and looks up to his blonde friend who's exuding destructive vibes.
"He fucking tricked us!", Naoya shouts at them both, "That sneaky little powdered donut fucking kneeeew we'd search for him!"
Naoya's words sound funny but there isn't an ounce of comic relief to be found underneath the weight of this accusation.
Toji snarls and angered by this revelation sends his eyes to Naoya and states, "Boy, I say we go there and knock some sense into their thick-ass skulls…" He doesn't hate Getou like he used to but Toji is still not down for the Titer to gain what they all have with her, "Gojo, what the fuck are you thinking?!", he blurts out loud.
There's still plenty of unchecked aggression towards the silver shaman after his killing Elska. Everyone understands that it was due to his frenzy but there's no denying how Satoru seems to harbor an innate wickedness that is clearly a hazardous bomb waiting to explode as the haunting experience hours before warns.
Naoya takes a deep breath, becoming oddly collected when an idea births inside of him. The Zenin looks over to them, "I'm for it but before things get ugly…", he hones in on the being, "Cho, will you take her to my estate while we handle this? My land is on the southern plot. You'll find tons of plants in comparison to the rest of the area. There're a lot of cherry blossom trees that line the path just like the main entrance and they still have some pedals so you can't miss it."
Choso squints his eyes as if he owns hesitation but agrees to this request, "Okay, I guess, sure."
The being knows that he'll have to be on guard while on Zenin property though. Naoya may have gained his rightful place as the Hei but he's also aware of Chonan's little faction and due to recent events, Naoya's not been back to actually handle any of it.
"Thank you…", Naoya huffs out, locking eyes with Toji's that reflect an inspirational ferocity. The giant is quiet and collected on the outside but Naoya can sense his rage as it emanates off of him like steam. "Toji. Let me have the Titer…", he requests of his older cousin.
Choso's eyes bleed into complete black before shutting as he mentally embarks on mapping their path back to their new home, 'Suguru...Satoru...what is going on?'
"Sure kid but you better beat the shit out him. Hold your own, you hear?", Toji cracks his knuckles and glares at the technique before folding his wings and diving through it.
When they appear through the portal and into the room, Naoya swears his eyes feel like they're bleeding. He crossly studies the scene; Getou spooning his princess, her laying on Gojo's chest, all of them naked.
"Fucking Titer…", simmers past his lips while Naoya considers removing Getou's length entirely, thinking, 'He wouldn't be much of a threat then, now would he?!'
Toji takes heavy steps over to the closest edge where Satoru lies and leers over the sleeping man with vengeance but his chaotic gaze jumps over to his doll. The way she's curled up and settled between them explains that she probably wasn't forced into doing anything, but that's not good enough for Toji, he knows she was weak when they left. He whispers, "Doll?", and kindly glides fingers through her hair.
Elska nuzzles into Gojo at first, unwilling to wake from her peaceful slumber. She hears Toji's voice again though and it breaks her into a sweet smile since the sound is so pleasant to her.
"My beloved…", she tiredly frills, blinking open her eyes to find his large stature towering over her.
"Baby, get up. Now.", Naoya's tone rancorous.
She becomes alert when the words hit her though, 'Naoya's pissed! What happened?!", as her prince's typically smiling face holds an anguished frown.
The blonde doesn't mean to be so harsh but he's also not very happy in this moment. When he takes in Getou stirring behind her, leeching closer to her skin, his presence amplifies by itself, 'I'm going to smash his face in!', consuming his thoughts.
Choso is cognizant of what's going to happen and is picking up on the tension in the room.
"Elska? Would you come with me for a bit?", he offers her kindly, extending an arm out from afar as if asking her for a dance.
"What's going on? Why should I leave?", she sits up fully now, finding it difficult to find hand placement against the bed as she only feels strong bodies on either side of her.
'Oh…', she freezes when she realizes what the issue is, 'Shiiiiit…'
Elska twists in place and begins shaking Gojo around while calling to Suguru, trying to wake them.
"Doll, don't worry about those two, just come on…", Toji leans down to hoist her up, glowering at the idea that she would still feel wilted and drained but to his surprise everything about Elska seems stronger. He carries her over to the closet and yanks down the first shirt he finds, one of his own, which he hands it to her with a suggestive nod that she successfully receives. After she puts it on, he carefully lowers her down, expecting her to possibly be unsteady but ducks his head back with confusion when her balance and coordination are perfectly fine. Raising an eyebrow as if to allow his brain to multitask, he tells her, "Naoya and I are going to have a little talk with these two but Choso is going to take you the Zenin estate. Just wait for us there, it won't take long." He's glad Naoya's not allowing his rage to seep through and letting Toji do all of the negotiating.
Elska turns her head to Choso who smiles warmly in assurance but then she walks over to the blonde who is saturated with his obvious fury, "My prince?"
Naoya turns to her with narrowed eyes, ultimately hurting far more than he originally assumed himself to be. "What.", he responds sharply, his expression softening when her brows furrow as if she were being mocked. "Yes, princess?", he corrects himself not wanting to take his anger out on her, even if a piece of him is upset by Elska's actions.
"Is…everything going to be okay?", she inquires with caution, wondering if he'd even be honest about this. Naoya turns away from her, orienting himself back towards the bed but quietly informs her, "We just want to talk."
"Come on Elska, let's get going. I'll run you a bath! Naoya once told me he has the best tub in the world!", the being tries his best to cheerfully influence the situation. When Elska remains standing there however, he takes long strides to meet her, and hugs her knowing she must feel the lies, "Please. We should leave, Master."
Toji sighs and grabs her hand to pull her close, "Doll, just go with Choso. Don't worry so much, alright?" He lifts her chin and gently places their lips together, hoping that if he demonstrates his usual cool demeanor that she'll be more convinced to believe them.
He darts his eyes to the being though and thinks, 'You need to keep an eye on her. I don't trust those cunts over there.' Toji is satisfied when Choso's voice returns within him and says that he will. Bringing his attention back down to Elska, he kisses her once more and deeper before releasing her with a light shove towards the hybrid.
"Let's go see all these renovations I've heard about! Naoya used to gloat about them back at the base.", jokes Choso as he grins and draws his portal. After mapping, he thinks in iteration to Toji and Naoya, 'She will not leave my sight!', and pulls her through it with him.
Once they're gone, Naoya flutters his wings and takes an offensive stance before bellowing out his wild call.
Gojo's eyes shoot open with haste and even before he's fully launched out of bed, he's gathered energy and is ready to attack. He notices that Getou was also startled as the Titer flopped out of the far side of the bed, completely disoriented by the ravenous battle cry.
Naoya bears his fangs for the tall long-haired man, aiming the significance of his frustrations with purpose.
"How could you?", the Zenin prompts with his deep, fevered voice, "What the fuck did you do to her?!"
Suguru quickly searches the bed and floor for his briefs and luckily locates them. As he's snatching them up and donning them, his head swivels to Gojo as if to ask for help in concocting an explanation.
Gojo stretches his arms upwards, yawning while showing off all of his nude glory, "Hey you guys. I'm actually glad you're here. I wanted to talk to you but I didn't know how to…", but he's cut off.
Naoya growls barbarically, "YOU SICK FUCK I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION!", with glowing eyes fixed onto Getou.
Toji takes a loud step towards Gojo and cracks his knuckles, "You just love digging yourself deeper holes, don't ya bud?" His face is stern and he knows it as he watches Gojo's expression lose its carefree features; those bright blue eyes darkening and amalgamating into awareness.
Suguru now understands what's happening too and he's annoyed by the accusations.
"Little Naoya", the Titer begins, "Why do you insist on coming after me like this? She isn't here to testify but I assure you…", a sly smirk forms on his lips, "We had a verygood, consensual ti-…"
Naoya didn't even allow him to finish the sentence before engaging his projection to slam Getou into the wall.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!", he roars, searing the Titer's chest with the golden light, "YOU FUCKING RIPPED OUT HER WING!", he brings his arm back while pinning Suguru, "AND YOU MADE ME FUCKING WATCH!", landing a heavy energized punch that turns Getou's face sideways, "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE."
"Ohhhhhh…I see how it is then…", Gojo shakes out his limbs before holding up his fists to Toji. He figured something like this would happen but comprehends that their confusion over him being with Suguru has only fanned the flames. While standing opposite of the giant, Satoru feels his own incredible strength increase, one that he didn't even need. 'Right. So I have to contain it…' the silver shaman reminds himself as he doesn't want to actually harm Toji before teasing, "Well come on then big guy, let's fucking tango..."
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When Elska and Choso come out of the portal she immediately shivers to the empty Zenin atmosphere but once her footing is guaranteed, she gawks around the large area with awe as she takes in how neat and well designed the space is.
"So this is where Naoya lived before?", she asks with mystification, instantly intrigued and walking around to see what else it would tell her about her prince.
Choso grabs her hand, wanting to walk beside her so they could explore together but "Wow…", releases from his throat when he sees the incredibly large double king bed and all of the different expensive gold-engraved scrolls hanging from the walls.
They're of various sayings that are quoted from Hagakure; written originally by Yamamoto Tsunetomo:
「マスターたちが見聞きしたことに到達できないと考えるのは無気力です.主人は男性です.あなたもまた男です.もし自分が何かをすることに劣っていると思うなら,すぐにその道を歩むことになるだろう」
"It is spiritless to think that you cannot attain to that which you have seen and heard the masters attain. The masters are men. You are also a man. If you think that you will be inferior in doing something, you will be on that road very soon."
「敵が何千人もの兵士を持っていようとも,彼らをただ立ち退かせ,一端から始めて全員を切り倒す決意を固めることには,充実感がある」
"No matter if the enemy has thousands of men, there is fulfillment in simply standing them off and being determined to cut them all down, starting from one end."
Choso smiles with watering eyes as he recognizes the scrolls as originating from the code of samurai, quietly whispering, "Kechi loved this book..."
Elska offers an understanding smile while observing Choso trace the golden kanji with a sense of nostalgia and decides to let him reminisce. She takes a few steps toward another wall with additional scrolls that are of a completely different style. Compared to these new ones with expansive landscapes and colors, she can't help but feel like the Hagakure scrolls are a bit minimalist.
"I wonder what this says?", she stares at one with a depiction of some giant wise-looking frog possibly smoking opium that has characters at top showing: "敏捷是戰爭的本質."
Choso walks up beside her, "Quickness is the essence of war." When Elska snickers and responds, "This is very Naoya. I like it.", the being admits that there is a lot of correlation between it and the Zenin's Projection technique.
They both turn to admire the one next to it that says:
"誰聰明,誰埋伏著等待一個不聰明的敵人,誰就會勝利."
"He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.", Choso states it with accumulated clarity as he recalls learning about Naoya's ancient technique and how the Zenin clan has kept that enormous secret hidden from the world because of Satoru Gojo.
"Oh...my Prince…", Elska solemnly confirms that she too comprehends, reaching out for Choso's hand, now asking, "How did you know this one? That's a different language from those over there, isn't it?"
Choso's fingers tighten around Elska's. He sniffles once before ultimately confessing, "It's written Mandarin. My baby brother really liked The Art of War too. He read everything..."
Elska's darkened heart weeps for Choso's suffering, wrapping around him from behind. "I'm so sorry about that my hybrid. I wish things could have turned out differently. She feels his warm hands bracing hers with the slightest squeeze before lifting one to his lips. She smiles into his back and leaves a light kiss between where his wings would be if they were out.
"It's okay…I at least understand more about that whole situation now…", he optimistically states, not really wanting to drown in the emotions attached, "My soul doesn't feel as ugly about it as it did before."
Changing the subject, he turns around to face Elska and chuckles to her cuteness while engulfed in Toji's shirt, causing her to blush but redirects, "Naoya really has an eye for this kind of stuff, doesn't he?", he openly compliments the Zenin's talent with interior design but it reminds him of the room that was put together for Elska back at their base and that's when he remembers the tub.
"I promised you a bath!", he sweetly chirps, brushing the back of his hand on her cheek before visually scanning the room in more detail. "Which door do you think it is?", he playfully questions as he points.
Elska giggles, "We should just look and find out!", tugging on his wrist and leading him towards the nearest one. When she opens it, she gasps to show her impression. It's a closet that is smack full of clothes and shoes though it's all neatly organized and...even labeled.
"How does he have so many robes and outfits!?", she asks in wonderment, wanting to walk into the massive mini room to assess Naoya's shopping addiction for the first time ever. She turns to Choso, deciding a bath would be perfect and mumbles, "I don't think I've even owned this much clothing in my entire life!"
Choso chuckles wholeheartedly, agreeing and retorting, "I've never seen anything like it and Getou actually has a pretty impressive collection too." His own words depress him a bit though because although he doesn't hate the Titer like he once did, he's not exactly gun-ho on her sleeping with him. "Elska?", he sheepishly asks.
"Found it!", she cheers, opening door number two. The bathroom itself is almost as big as Naoya's room. She searches for the light switch and shakes her head in disbelief when it turns out be a motion censored. Choso flushes up behind her also in silence but they both look to each other with wide eyes.
The tub itself is made of actual amethyst as if it was an entire geode built into the ground. The tile surrounding the inconceivable tub is made of, an elegant mixture of blue, padded mosaic with decorative cracks of gold. Elska wouldn't know the price of anything she's seeing but she can smell the wealth on it and rightfully assumes that is must be an asinine amount.
She slowly walks over to it to examine it further, beside herself when she takes in how there's padding not only around the rim and edges of the tub but on the seats down below and backs where you rest against. There a water proofed touch screen that controls the settings flush to the floor, prompting her with a bit of anxiety as a simple bath may become a daunting task.
Choso's eyes shine under the large golden, draping chandelier that hangs over head but turns to see how the longest wall of the bathroom is lined with ceiling to floor mirrors. His face reddens as he wonders its purpose, imagining Naoya seducing her in this very area. 'Oh…that is really nice…', he thinks to himself, becoming flushed from viewing her through the reflection. His eyes now meet the large open shower area that initially confuses him because although its clearly a shower, he couldn't find your usual tell-tale nozzles but soon learns that its because there's a bunch built into the ceiling, also with a touch screen.
Elska also is caught up by the long display of mirrors, whimpering lustfully when she considers all the plans her prince had for this and mumbles, "He can have control of house arrangements.", picturing hungering scenes with her beloveds. Naoya definitely owns a devious streak but she loves it completely and literally melts whenever he enacts that side of his personality. She can see it now, him making her stare into the reflection as he takes her from behind, whispering all sorts of beautifully arranged dirty words. It actually reminds her of the first time they slept together after escaping Getou. 'The way he laid me into the dresser while Sati watched…', goosebumps fill her skin's surface.
Choso heard her thought and slinks up behind her, ignited by her feelings regarding that memory.
"I really liked that too…", he endearingly offers while brushing his hands up her briefly not so smooth skin. He's quickly falling into a trance, wanting to experience her in this very room, in front of these mirrors but right as he's about to attempt his seduction, he recalls where they are and remembers that they may be amongst hostiles.
Choso sighs, tucking his chin down to miserably see how close his growing bulge is to her lower half, knowing that he needs to keep his wits about him. When she steps away and bends over to figure out how to turn on the bath water, she flashes all of her beauty directly at him as Toji's shirt rises in the back. He whines quietly while twisting his neck to see their reflection, 'This isn't fair at all!'
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Toji lands a barrage of masterful hits against Gojo; the giant is still able to make him bleed.
"Toji!", Gojo blocks his face but then warps away, "Stop it! You know she missed me and I missed her!"
Snarling, Fushiguro sends exacting eyes, "You're a fucking cunt, you know that?!", the malice in his tone purposeful, "You didn't have to tag team her with GETOU!"
Naoya hears them shouting but he's more focused on beating the shit out of Suguru.
"Why is it you think you deserve her?!", he beckons belligerently, dodging a fierce kick from the tall man. Grunting, Naoya jumps back and regains his stance, calming himself to follow the life long advice of becoming fluid like water. "I fucking hate you…", he seethes, preparing to engage his projection once again.
Suguru smiles widely to the ferocity exuding Naoya. He knew it would eventually come down to this, down to a duel. He can't help but ask though, wanting to get under the Zenin's skin, "Don't you think she would be upset by my absence should you succeed?", and laughs when Naoya increases his presence. He's hiding it extremely well but Suguru is honestly on edge with how powerful Naoya's become. 'I can't let him land a good one…', he surmises, all while attempting to keep up the arrogant act.
Genghis felt the distribution of all that energy from the turned but he's power walking to the building in lieu of his traveling technique for one good reason. He needed to walk off some anger.
'And here I thought that things were going well between them all…', chuckling to his own stupidity. His feet take him outside of their door, his lips thinning to the sounds of them skirmishing. With a heavy, irritated sigh, Temujin slams open the door and walks through the long foyer towards the bedroom.
"GET OFF OF ME YOU DICK!", Naoya screams as he's pinned face down into the floor with Getou mounting his back. He curls the Zenin's twisted arm a little more, pushing up on the elbow in an attempt to get the blonde to accept defeat.
Toji glances away from Gojo to Naoya, "Damn it boy, look at you right now!", mocking the Zenin's predicament. "Wooh, Shit.", Toji is forced to jump back when Satoru swings a long-legged kick but is swiftly launching back at the Silver Shaman, them bouncing against the springy bed and onto the floor.
Genghis awaits in the doorway, unamused and leaning into the frame with crossed limbs as he watches it all. He clears his throat, aware that they're still paying him no mind and screams, "KNOCK IT OFF!", before expanding the potency of his suffocating presence. He smirks when the atmosphere of the room immediately shifts.
Gojo pushes the stiffening Toji off of him and stands up, "That doesn't work on me anymore?", he asks out loud while studying how the others are unable to move.
'I truly loathe this man…', Genghis thinks to himself as the naked Gojo flashes him an arrogant grin. Temujin already knows that Satoru is far stronger than the king, he always was. This new aura that surrounds the silver shaman now is far more wicked than before however, Genghis can sense the wavelengths that resemble Elska's. "If I stop, you must stop.", he orders the room, diluting his presence to ease them back into control.
Getou jumps to his feet as soon as he can and shares his displeasure of the scolding that's likely to follow. He hears Naoya mumbling angrily behind him as the Zenin stands but ignores it.
"Genghis. Look. Do that one more time and I kill you with my bare hands…", Toji becomes really frustrated when he's rendered immobile like that. It's not a good feeling at all. He watches as the older Titer turns his nose up slightly, not budging on the request of a cease fire.
Once everyone is calmed and giving their attention, Genghis asks them all, "What are you doing?" He's met with defiant averted eyes from all four, aside from Gojo, who seems to be thinking while staring.
"Children, I'll go over it again since you four seem to be entirely too thick-headed to figure it out yourselves…", Genghis condescendingly proceeds, "You need to learn how to work together. This fighting amongst ourselves will only strengthen the king. Is it possible that you care more about your quarrels than you do of Lady Oda's abduction?"
Naoya roars and pushes past Suguru to end the visual occlusion, "Yeah? Well tell your little fucking leader to stay off of her then."
Genghis's feels his expression morph into annoyance over the childish nature of the request. He now brings his view to that of Suguru while mulling over how his pupil must have bedded her again, or at least tried to.
'Good job, little one.', Temujin resonates internally.
Gojo walks over to Naoya and takes in his radiating anger, "I initiated the sex, Getou just happened to be there." When the Zenin flashes him a heated glare, it causes Satoru's chest to sting. 'He's probably still upset at what I did to them all…'
The idea of Naoya drifting away in terms of friendship really bothers him since they've grown closer.
Toji shoves Gojo's shoulder, "You little cunt, she was too weak for that to begin with…but what the fuck was up with Getou being involved?!"
"You are all her turned!", Genghis breaks the line of bickering with his words. Scoffs and shuffling is all that can be heard at first until he proceeds with, "Perhaps you four have too much time on your hands.", tapping his foot. He looks around at the little mess they've made from their squabbles and takes in the fact that there's still many things that haven't been unpacked. "A clean home is a clean mind.", he iterates, bringing his hand beneath his chin, "You will be tasked with cleaning and organizing this mess."
Toji spits, "I'm going to see my son.", and without even waiting for a rebuttal, storms out of the room. He relays to Naoya secretly that he will join them at the estate once he's done this first.
Naoya grunts and folds his arms, "They can fucking do it, I have somewhere to be as well.", and takes out his phone to call Choso for a portal.
Gojo isn't about to take orders from the Titer but right as he's about to mouth off, Suguru starts removing the bloodied sheets from the bed. "Are you seriousl-?", he half ass interrogates Getou until he see's his frenemy's face. "Fiiiiiine…", he surrenders, "We'll do it…"
"Good now play nice.", Genghis mocks once more while considering how he wasn't expecting those two to work together at all. 'What do I do if Suguru rallies against Gojo's demise now?', he worriedly barks to himself.
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Choso smiles when Naoya walks through the portal, "She's in the bath!"
Naoya sighs but thanks the being, "I appreciate your diligence Cho.", knowing it must have been hard to not soak with her. While wandering to the third door, the blonde asks, "Did she like her clothes?", opening it to remind himself of all the pretty things he purchased for her.
"Huh?", Choso gawks but is soon right behind Naoya to see the display of her closet. "We didn't get this far…", he mutters while sifting through the apparel, thinking that he's never seen Elska dress in flashy name brands and wonders if it won't be too much. "What should I pick out for her?", he asks the Zenin.
Naoya hears the trickling of water droplets splashing into the tub and has to take a deep breath to remind himself that he's still upset with her. He really wants to see though.
She's finally there in his bath; he's dying to see.
Now with purpose, he takes over for Choso and removes a Zenin blue silk shorts and top set and points to the drawers for the being to find underwear.
Choso opens the first one up and blushes immediately, "Oh myyyyyy.", he holds up a light pink thong and swallows down air, unsure about how little fabric there is but trusting in the effectiveness of Naoya's judgement in selection. After he passes it over, he hears Naoya chuckle as he walks away.
Elska could sense her prince appearing and perks up to her knees when he walks in. She purposely keeps her arms down to her side so she can expose her breasts, hoping that the sight would bring him to a smile but Naoya doesn't say a single word however besides, "For you to change into.", when he sets down the fancy pajamas. Their eyes meet for a second before he coldly exits but the disdain on his face depresses her greatly.
'He's pissed about Suguru…', she deduces into a pout.
Once being back in the bedroom, Naoya exhales and thinks, 'God she looks so fucking hot in there…', somewhat kicking himself for maintain his cold shoulder. 'This isn't fair! Would being a dick even help this situation? Am I fucking up by wasting this opportunity?!', he ponders on this as he loses his will power to remain distant as her punishment. When he hears Elska quietly sniffle, the broken noises she emits echo off the large bathroom walls and straight into his ears where he sighs and whispers, "Damn baby...I'm sorry..."
Elska tries to silently cry while engaged in her confusing lamenting.
'Naoya's never acted like this before…', she tells herself, actually concerned by his demeanor.
She sinks into the water that may as well be her insecurities as it could drown her all the same.
'Bath time is his-no,our thing…'
Elska's had enough of this hot watery hell as there's no amount of soaking that will truly clean her and she knows this. After climbing out of the massive tub, she wraps a towel around her body and grabs another for her hair. She sulks for a few minutes, performing with this routine with sluggish, unhurried movements. As she's scrunching her hair though, her eyes catch Naoya's in the mirror who's staring at her from the doorway.
"My prince?", she cautiously inquires.
"Princess?", he responds with a straight and calloused tone but keeps his expression neutral. Naoya is finding that he truly is unable to stay mad at her, despite himself.
The longer she consumes his gaze, the more he wants to near her, touch her, hold her. The way she sheepishly stands there, unsure and vulnerable to the emotional factors has Naoya examining his entire mood with sympathy. She soon breaks their awkward air when she begins drying her body, leaving him silent as he watches with hidden care.
Choso pokes his head around Naoya and feels flustered at the sight of that tiny little thong, "OH! So that's how it goes?", he whispers in amazement, "Those might be my favorite…", he speaks while his eyes wander her nearly bare form. He whines a little bit but tries to cover up his longing so Naoya doesn't become angrier.
"Where's Toji?", Choso scrunches his eyes and asks, trying to clear his mind from all of the perverse things that are consuming him.
Naoya bucks away from the door to go back into the room as if he's seen all he needs to, "He went to see Megumi, but he'll come afterwards."
The Zenin now sits at his desk, molding back into the comfortable chair while running his hand through his hair. He liked that little piece of underwear too and found it incredibly difficult to not tear it off of Elska as soon as it hugged her curves.
'Stay mad, stay mad", he mantras to himself for the sake of his pride.
"Should I go wait for him?", Choso is honestly desperate to give himself relief. He tugs at himself over his black pants while waiting for the go ahead. When Naoya seems lost in thought, not having heard the question, the being corrects his previous question, "I'm going to go wait for Toji."
Naoya snaps out of his lustful thoughts and shakes his head slightly, "Yea, that's fine Cho, go ahead."
Placing his elbow on the desk, the blonde leans his head into his hand and stares into nothing as the being's portal suctions air as always, barely noticing when he's actually gone.
'If she actually tries to seduce me, I'm done for…', making himself chuckle quietly until he catches her standing in the threshold of the doorway. Naoya feels so silly for suddenly jumping and acting like he was busy but pretends to pay her no mind as her eyes linger on him.
Elska frowns, she thought his little giggle was a good sign for his mood improving but was wrong. She can feel her prince stealing looks though so she gracefully walks across the large room and drops the towels and Toji's shirt into the hamper.
"This place is really nice, Naoya.", an attempt to kill the unbearable silence. All he does is hum a sound in acknowledgment though so she keeps her eyes trained on the bed as she walks with the intention of sitting on it.
Naoya raises a brow when she plops down and hones into him, not even blinking. He wants to laugh so badly but is beginning to enjoy this little game. Her expression tells him that she's actually getting bratty over his refusal to interact with her and in some weird way, he knows this is what his ego needed.
Giving her a deadpan face, the blonde twists to face his desk and turns on the lamp before grabbing the neatly piled paperwork to his right and bringing it to his mid-line as if he's about to work.
Elska is now understanding what he's doing; how he's acting like he holds little interest in her. At first, the weird little fight hurts her feelings but now she's narrowing her eyes while thinking of a way to strike back. She orients her body to lay on her back against the bed with her knees bent, studying her prince who's failing to hide his inquisitive eyes.
'Did she give up already?!', he asks himself, disappointed, 'TCH. Maybe I really WILL do some work, show her that I'm serious!', the thoughts firing off while his left eye twitches with irritation.
Dismantled, the Zenin checks out of the corner of his eye but finds that his princess is pulling off her shorts thus causing his whole head to swivel over. His eyes visually trace that pink thong and start beaming the telling glow of his carnal desires.
After the shorts are removed, Elska slyly glares at her prince and tosses them over the other side of the large bed, going, "Whoops! The fell right off!"
Naoya's brow furrows when she alluringly crawls to all fours to the side she threw them to, bends over the edge face-down and announces, "Clumsy me…", showing off her rear to his eye level. When she lazily reaches for the shorts, she arches her back more and wiggles it right at him, stealing a small groan from him.
"Devilish little minx…", he grunts out, falling for her trap. He doesn't get up though but rather sprawls his legs out to inconspicuously adjust his growing member.
Elska realizes that he's still playing hard to get. There was a time where his refusal would bring her the upmost dissatisfaction but as they continue in their love tug of war, she finds that this little challenge isn't so bad.
Rolling over to her back, Elska once again bends her legs but this time Naoya has the full view of her little panties. She slowly writhes while lifting up her top to rest just over her breasts, her other hand dancing finger tips to her panty line.
'She seems to be doing much better now.', he calculates to her returned strength as Elska casually rubs herself through the underwear.
He takes a deep breath, eyes glued to the show, battling himself on whether he should act or not.
'No.', he decides, loving this display far too much. His lips do part when she releases a quiet whimper though, his length twitching in his once again tattered robes.
Elska huffs in frustration, jolting her body up to sitting again while she glares at her prince. "Still not enough?", she demands stubbornly, calling out his forced reluctance as a small smirk crosses his face.
"Nope.", he arrogantly jests, "I'm pretty upset with you right now my princess."
Naoya leans back in his seat to see what comes next as she swings her legs back over the bed's edge to stand. He hums approvingly when she pulls off her top; his glowing eyes fixating to her breasts and then to her clothed womanhood. When Elska drops down to the floor, it's in a collected but submissive manner, causing him to shift in his seat. Her purposely pitiful eyes meet his and all he can do is absentmindedly lick his lips while a darkened air forms when she crawls towards him, every move she makes targeting his defenses as her hips sway side to side. Elska doesn't stop until her head is lying on his thigh.
"W-what are you trying to do, princess?", he coyly asks, voluntarily moving his hands from his lap as she kisses up his leg.
"Master Naoya…", Elska seemingly pleads, "…I'm simply wanting to please you."
When her hands ruffle to find the slot in his pants, Naoya bites his lip in what looks like anticipation. He doesn't place his hands anywhere near her which is actually bugging her but she understands that this isn't going to be about her; and the surge of debauchery that sends through her warms her heart.
Naoya couldn't help the groan that left him when she wrapped her lips around his length.
"Fuuuck…", also escapes when she wastes little time and is already trying to fit all of him in. He retains his stoic air but can't help himself from tangling his fingers into her hair. He feels his aggression rising as she's clearly performing in a way to call upon his wild instincts so he steadies her head and thrusts into her mouth while peering down his nose to her.
"My princess has nothing to say about what she did?", he asks while her mouth is full, knowing she can't speak while he resides. Her luminescent eyes tell him that she's willing to accept whatever he's going to dish though, making him yank himself out of her so he can stand. Pulling back on her hair, her tilts her face upwards but bends low and taunts, "It would pleaseme to fuck that Titer right out of your mind."
Elska doesn't think that's possible but she pleasantly quivers to his territorial stance, wanting him to try.
There's something exquisite about Naoya's looming, angered stature and her folded nude position on the floor. She loves the insinuation of his threatening words, how she might just have to withstand a wonderful pounding from her prince. She opens her mouth, saying nothing but instead taking his length back in while locking her eyes up to his the best she can.
Comprehending her mannerisms, he proceeds to buck his hips, lushing over the lewd sounds.
"That's it baby…", he descends into a whisper, holding himself in place down her throat for an extended moment before backing out and picking her up as she coughs. Without any kind of additional banter, Naoya carries her back into the bathroom in front of the mirrors and admires her glistening breasts in the brighter lights. After setting her down, he grabs two padded benches and scoots them side by side a few feet away.
Pointing to them, he orders, "Get over here." He notices the glint of excitement flashing through her eyes and is honestly elated that she's going along with this but has to correct her when she mounts the bench, "On your back, baby."
Naoya lowers to his knees between her legs, opening them with a stern expression. He rubs her folds with his leaking tip, adoring her obedience and the way her mouth parts to his intrusion. He eases his way in but is soon engulfed completely when he leans down to invade her with a salacious kiss as well. To his shock, Elska whimpers and releases a wave instantly; that of which he steadily huffs up as he nibbles her lobe and begins rolling his hips.
Elska isn't going cross-eyed, but she now understands the expression. There's nothing she can do to withstand the bliss of her prince's sword as merely seconds in, she's soon moaning and fighting an additional wave. It brings her back to their encounter in the park and how she desperately wanted to veil his affects on her.
When their stomachs suction together, sequencing after his thrusts, she giggles but stares into his caring eyes and can't imagine wanting to hide from him as they are now. His deep voice radiates off of her skin as he tucks away to the crook of her neck, her happily pinned by his mass.
"My p-prince…", she wantonly whispers between breaths as his hips collide into her, suffering the billowing of her pheromones.
She cries out when the second wave erupts in a moan that is so telling, it nearly edges Naoya to his own release. He fights it though and backs out of her while he inhales that wonderful scent for a second time.
Enthralled, the Zenin scoots her body up the benches and snakes his way back down to her thighs where he trails soft kisses and a few bites. When he latches his lips around her clitoris and suckles however, her legs close around his head, forcing him to pry them apart until he folds them into her chest.
"You will accept your punishment, princess.", he resounds off of her slickened entrance, nudging his tongue through it and inciting whimpers. He hums in reaction to her flavor, her scent, her bucking hips, her. Passion makes him arranges his right arm to fasten her squirming body and free his left one to which he guides his fingers to her core. Her legs finally splay out again which is when he exacts his plan; his digits curling just the right amount to graze areas that have her trembling. Elska moans his name with bated breath, the cadence in her voice bringing him peace.
"Were you sounding like that for himtoo?"
Elska cries no and then releases a third wave that rampages the room. Moments later, Naoya swears he hears something crashing in the bedroom but cannot pay that any mind as he postures himself back up and sinks his girth back in.
Elska felt her climax after he bucked his hips, his pace only quickening as she spasms around him.
Naoya leans down to lock their lips again but afterwards he turns her head to face the mirrors and when her gaze finds him through the reflection it seems to rile him up further. She calls to him, "Master Naoya", and clenches when the lust morphs his face.
"Mmmmm...that's right baby…."
She can tell he's almost spent but wants to make him feel inexplicable for all of his never-ending love. Wrapping fingers around his wrist, Elska forms her fangs flush against his skin. His eyes share that he understands this gift and glow; the light refracting off of his gathering sweat.
The puncture is so perfect that Naoya's voice now carries unabashedly. He struggles for a moment to continue his rhythm while balancing that rush but is soon focusing with all his might on maintaining consistency but it doesn't last for long. His body coils over Elska, his lips eager to find her as his release quickly approaches.
"You will carry my seed.", he seethes breathlessly, "I don't care what the others have-to say..."
As soon as he's roping within her walls, a fourth wave barrels out of her, surprising them both. Naoya can't even react as ruthlessly as before to it but after a few slow but deep strokes within her, he's carefully pulling himself out and kissing down her breasts.
"Oh my God...mmmm...Nao-ya…", Elska is having a hard time catching her breath so she lays there and reaches up to play with his two-tones locks as his lips brandish affection along her body.
"MmMmMm...Prin-cess…", the Zenin's grin exposes all of his teeth and drags it against her lightly salted skin, admitting, "There wasn't a singular possible outcome aside from this.", allowing his giggles to infect the air.
"Oh? You think so, huh?", Elska playfully taunts as she studies him through the mirror again as he postures himself up, the sweet moment resurrecting her fear of ever having to know a day without him all over again.
"Princess? Are you saying you want to play agai-", Naoya's shit-eating grin wipes away within seconds as he abruptly holds a hand up requesting silence.
"Naoya?", Elska whispers it while sensing something through the door. They both take a step back but Naoya throws a hand in front of her right as it swings open. She gasps out of surprise but despite the weird entry, she cannot help but squint at the unknown but clearly Zenin-related man in front of them.
"Wha…WHAT is that scent? Wha-...HOW?!"
Naoya jumps up and shields Elska from the voice's owner, "GET BEHIND ME!"
The blonde growls viciously while reaching over for a towel to throw over Elska. He then glares with regret as his brother's menacing face blossoms to her pheromones.
"Chonan…", Naoya snarls to the innate hunger lingering in the elder brother's eyes and warns, "...don't you even fucking think about it."