London Hotel.
Narumi.
Waking up with a yawn, her face immediately blooms into a smile when she feels Seiki pressed up behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his shallow breathing on the back of her neck. And with both of them wearing nothing more than their underwear, Narumi shivers as she feels his semi-stiff member pressing against her rear...
'No,' she thinks, shaking her head. They were on vacation! They could have sex whenever they wanted— which was very, very often— but they rarely got to leave the country.
This was the first time she's actually left it, in fact— she didn't really count watching the tail end of Seiki's trip to America.
And even though London wasn't her first pick, it has been quite the treat so far! They've already been to the British Museum, the National History Museum, the United Kingdom Hero Hall, Big Ben... Parliament... nothing against the Brits, but she's built up a distaste for government buildings.
She couldn't know if he was going to keep this trip or not, but that wasn't going to stop her from enjoying it. Nor did it stop her from taking hundreds of photos throughout the trip, kissing his cute little cheeks in each one—
"Morning mom," her son whispered, gently kissing the back of her neck.
Then he easily pulled her around, her breasts pressing up against his chest as his tongue gently pressed past her lips.
Narumi all but melted at her son's touch... and when her son finally let up, she whined, "Seiki, we're on vacation."
"And? This is what couples do on vacation, is it not?"
Narumi bit her lip. Her son was becoming— no, her son was already a sex addict. That thing he did with his Quirk, re-experiencing his orgasms over and over was almost certainly the culprit. And as Seiki's mother, she needed to put her foot down. No matter how strong he was, it wasn't healthy of him to be led around by his—
Narumi let out a pant as Seiki's hand slipped around her underwear, pulling it down just enough for his tip to press itself against her wet, needy pussy.
"I wanna have sex," he complained, with a pout. Like a petulant child.
Her heart throbbed in her chest.
'Okay, maybe a quickie... or two or three...'
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5 Hours Later.
After all of them took separate showers, because taking showers together was basically guaranteed to result in shower sex, they were finally ready.
All of Seiki's sluts (herself included) no longer dripping sweat and cum.
Narumi, Seiki, Azula, Rinka, D'Vorah, Tomoko and Souka all dressed appropriately... maybe a little suggestive, wanting to look good for Seiki's sake. Not to mention the maids, who were basically wearing fetish outfits. At least they didn't look like hookers. Then there was their two hidden members— Konan tucked against all of their clothes, and Inque, who was hidden beneath Seiki's attire, wrapped around Seiki's body like a wetsuit.
The latter being told "no groping" by her Seiki multiple times in the last hour.
And with all that in mind...
Narumi stared at the now empty venue in front of her.
"We, we missed it," Narumi muttered in disbelief.
They had come here for a single reason— to recruit Esdeath Novachrono. As a member of the Novachronos and the Partas, her little Sei-chan needed to meet with Julius, the Titan of Time.
Well, he didn't necessarily need to, but it would be unwise to recruit his cousin without knowing how Chronos would react.
And they missed his meet'n'greet. The next public event that they could feasibly meet him, that didn't involve just breaking into his house, was in five weeks.
"Mom... you remember, my Quirk, right?" Seiki muttered, raising an eyebrow at her. Still leaning against her side, just a little shorter than her chest.
She blinked. "...Oh. Right."
Her son could always just go back to this morning, go to the venue in false time, and then go back to this moment in an instant. Or rather, that's something he already did.
'Flashback.'
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Narumi let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
Her heart beating a mile a minute, tears slowly forming in her eyes... she was completely overwhelmed with relief. Her worst fear, the one that's been silently hanging over her head since the very moment she understood what her son's Quirk did, vanishing in an instant. Narumi all but collapsed on top of her son, holding him as close as physically possible. His physique more than capable of holding her up. 'Not a precog. Not a time-traveler. Not a dimension-hopper. But...'
"A reality warper," she whispered into his hair, so quiet that only he, Konan, Inque and Rinka could hear.
"Well, only in the sense that every Quirk warps reality... but yeah. So even if nothing else comes out of this, that confirmation made this trip more than worth it," he murmured back, her head leaning into her chest.
"And you're using your Quirk wrong," she giggled.
"Yeah. That too," he groaned.
"So now its time for recruitment, right?"
"Hmm," he hummed, and even though she couldn't see it, his eyes were no doubt swirling. "Let's give it a day or two. There's a theme park nearby— do you want to—?"
"Do I want to spend the day with you?" She asked in turn, her lips curling upwards into a fond, loving smile.
"Do you even have to ask?"
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Partas Estate, 3 Days Later.
Esdeath.
Eyes opening to her ceiling, Esdeath immediately begins her morning routine.
She slips out of her nightgown. She washes her hair, brushes her teeth, and right as she starts slipping into casual clothes—
"M-Miss?"
"What?" Esdeath asked, staring down the maid standing at her bathroom door, who was meekly bending down to grab her discarded lingerie.
"Y-You, um, have a suitor, waiting for you in the foyer..." she mumbled.
Esdeath stared.
Flicking her eyes back down to the tanktop in her hands, she immediately tosses it to the side. 'I knew that I pissed off Father, but not to this extent. Maybe this is a test of some sort?'
She's already discarded the idea that it's an intruder. To fool their security, they'd need a Quirk far too valuable— or resources they wouldn't have— to get access to her lodgings. And to do all of that, and then wave around the fact you broke in by pretending to be a guest on the main estates' behalf? To pretend to be a prospective husband?
She couldn't put into words how stupid that would be.
So that meant her Father was just trying to piss her off, because she pissed him off. Which was fair. Either way, she wasn't going to be wearing a tanktop, or a dress...
No, she'd attend this meeting in uniform.
Esdeath~ [img]
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Partas Estate Foyer.
A mess of black and purple hair. Left eye a crimson red, right eye a sky blue. All belonging to a very well built young man lounging across her sofa, wearing a cheap suit. Well, cheap compared to hers. And even if his clothes left much to be desired, his body was pleasing on the eyes. He was a bit on the younger side... but she also didn't want to immediately say no.
And her father knows her well enough, so maybe this brat is actually to her tastes.
She idly took in the two women rigidly standing behind him, both of them on high alert. The brat's "guards."
"Ah, miss Partas! It's lovely to finally meet you."
Esdeath narrowed her eyes. Taking in his posture, his wording, his emphasis. Able to cipher what he was actually trying to say, but too pussy to say it outright. I've been chosen to be your potential fiancé for a while now, and I'm glad your Father finally decided to toss me your way.
"And to whom do I owe the pleasure?"
"Seiki Yamazaki, of the Yamazaki's."
"Never heard of them," she said dismissively, sitting across from him. Crossing one of her legs over the other. Idly watching his face for any traces of frustration, agitation.
Better to fish out the "young master" types sooner than later— she could barely exist in the same room with one without beating it to death, not to mention actually dating it. But it seems that her father knew better than to send her one of those.
All she caught, however, was some mild amusement.
"How about we skip the pleasantries," he offered. "And I ask you a few questions."
"Go on."
"Above all else, I value loyalty and competence. You have the latter in spades, even if you are a little crazy—" Esdeath stared ahead, releasing a flicker of killing intent. Quite a few of her maids flinched, and his purple haired guard stiffened, but Seiki Yamazaki ignored it.
"Not that there's anything wrong with crazy," he continued, still idly sitting across from the most dangerous woman in the country.
"That wasn't a question."
"I'm getting to it. You, on the other hand, value loyalty, competence... and strength. Both in the physical sense, and in the mental. The strength to do whatever it takes, and the strength to do... whatever it takes." A slight shiver running through her hands at his accurate read. "So how do I prove the latter?"
'...Did Father feed him a script?' she wonders, barely managing to keep the grimace off her face. 'And he wants to prove he's a tough boy? I wonder what he'd do if I brought one of those communist pigs out into the back garden, and made him put a bullet in its skull. How would your "tough act" fair against that, Seiki-chan?'
...But even if she's a bit much for the upper society types, she at least knows to play the part.
"Not willing to prove the former, hmm?" She almost pushes for a fight, one-on-one, but manages to rein in her impulses.
"We can do that, too. I'll give you, let's say... 60 seconds to try to kill me. Anything goes."
Esdeath blinked.
"Really? You want me to... kill you?" She barked out a laugh. "You really think I can't kill—?"
"If you can't even scratch Julius, I hardly have to worry about the woman in white. A weak little bitch that only fights opponents that won't fight back, who only goes after bounties far below her weight class—" a spear of ice shoots out of the floor from her foot, going through the brat's skull.
...No, where his skull should be. The brat in question lazily leaning to the side, idly tapping at his watch.
Mouthing the words, Fifty eight. Fifty seven...
'...oh, it's fucking ON.'
Esdeath sends two walls of ice to his left and right, smearing his guards against the back wall... she feels the left one, purple hair, burst into tiny slips. Transformation type. But even if she's immune to damage, the woman is touching her ice. And so every bit of the first guard slows to a halt.
The other woman immediately explodes into heat, flames so unnaturally dense they might as well be plasma... which does nothing to her ice. Completely incasing his other guard.
And Esdeath's already sent two spikes towards Seiki's torso, forcing him to leap into the air. Watching as he tucks in his arms and legs, barely managing to not touch the walls of ice blocking him in. Letting her know that Seiki Yamazaki, at the very least, knows the basics of her Quirk.
But even if he puts on an admirable showing... he's forced to land on her outstretched spear. Checkmate.
Quirk, Frozen Heavens.
A perfect composite Quirk, taking aspects of both Ice and Time. Letting her generate ice so cold that it trumps fire types. Letting her generate ice that... isn't ice. Letting her generate something that merely mimics the looks and texture of it, letting her slow the molecules of whatever she touches into a clear, cold... "ice."
Ice so cold that it could freeze the heavens.
And then he sprints across it full speed, not even slowed the slightest.
"Lesson 1, when fighting a precog," he drawls, a wide, manic grin plastered across his face. Each of his steps leaving behind slips of paper on her ice, slips of the women she smacked across the foyer. "They know all your cards."
But even with that in mind, there's three meters between them. Her target without any strength and speed enhancement to close the gap. She's already prepping five more lances of ice, as well as a sheet to sever him in two. Seiki Yamazaki unable to close the distance, unable to do anything else but blink—
FLASH!
A flashbang goes off beneath his suit. She sends all five lances, aiming for his arms, his thighs, and his gut.
A slanted sheet of ice severing the entire room, intersecting at Seiki's neck.
All she feels, however, are bits of paper. Bits of the same woman she's already slowed with her ice, her latest prey nowhere to be seen. And with a thin, almost invisible sheen of ice covering every inch of her skin, Esdeath doesn't relax even as nothing touches her.
She doesn't relax as nothing touches the frozen floor and carpet of the entire foyer, including the surrounding hallways.
And only then does she hear a voice shout in the distance,
"...Fifty two! Fifty one...!"
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