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Here’s Chapter 4. Just for this one chapter, I’m not going to focus on Tarou. Also, this chapter takes place BEFORE the ones before and after it; specifically, on the day that episode 12 of the animé took place. Enjoy!
Note: Sorry if it’s too sappy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hanaukyo La Verite
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Konoe sat in her office, going over the data on the previous day’s infiltration mission, when she heard what sounded like someone in the hallway calling her name, and the voice sounded… dazed. She opened the door, and saw Yashima staggering toward her, a visor and headphones on her head, and a blush and a slightly-drooling smile on her face.
“Konoe-shama” she stammered, “let’s go to the gym for the next one”. Konoe curiously walked up and snatched the visor off Yashima’s head. “HEY!” she snapped, not yet realizing who was there, “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU – K-Konoe-shama?!” She was… quite shocked. “What is this thing, Yashima?” she questioned, as she began to pull it over her eyes.
“W-wait, Captain! That’s a…” too late. The visor switched on, and Konoe saw and heard herself frolicking around with little Fenrir, acting and talking in ways that were very un-Konoe-like. She stood there with a light blush of embarrassment on her face. Nearby, Yashima and Ikuyo were watching the scene on a laptop. “Ah, so she likes those kinds of dogs…”
WHACK! Ikuyo hit the floor with a lump on her head. “Ow!” she exclaimed, “Why me?!” “Why would you make something that showed that about me?!” Konoe retorted angrily. “It doesn’t” Ikuyo replied hastily. “It shows one of the person’s deepest fantasies in ultra-fine, ultra-realistic detail. Why do you think Yashima was stumbling around saying your name and…”
But she stopped when she heard a gasp, and they both looked to see Yashima standing there, horrified, embarrassed, and ready to cry. “Ikuyo… how could you? You… you promised you wouldn’t... tell anyone”. It was then Ikuyo realized what she’d done. “Yashima-chan… I’m sorry”. But Yashima didn’t really hear it; she pulled her hands up to her face as her tears leaked out more. “How… how could you?”
Konoe, who was still trying to figure out what was going on, felt a bit of a tug in her heart when she saw Yashima crying. She tried to say something comforting “Yashima… I…” But that only made it worse. Yashima reacted quickly; reaching out to smack Ikuyo hard in the face, sending her glasses flying off, and then burst into tears as she ran away down the hallway as fast as she could.
Konoe stood in shock, and behind her she could hear Ikuyo pick up her glasses, and then herself, off the floor. “What… just happened?” she questioned, “What… what have we done?” Ikuyo didn’t answer; instead, she brushed herself off and then turned to Konoe, sighed, and said “you should go talk to her, Konoe-sama”.
“Why me?” she asked, though deep down, she was pretty sure she knew why, and Ikuyo’s answer clenched it: “Because she loves you”. “She… loves me?” “Yes. She’s loved you for years, actually; she was just too shy to tell you. Right now, you’re the only one that can comfort her”.
Konoe felt something stir in her at that moment… a compassion she hadn’t felt in practically forever. Yashima – her Yashima – was in pain, and she was the one who would bring her out of it. She nodded, and then immediately set off down the hallway at top speed. “Wait!” Ikuyo yelled out to her, “How will you find her?” “Don’t worry;” Konoe replied, “I think I know where to find her”.
Yashima sat curled up in a small, dark, enclosed space in the wall between a few support pillars, and she was sobbing her heart out. She couldn’t believe it; Ikuyo had blown everything, and now her Konoe-shama would never accept her. She couldn’t even bear to show her face anywhere near the Captain; she would have to quit her post in the Security Division, and then move into the back half of the mansion and…
“Yashima?!” She raised her head up; was that Konoe? “Yashima, where are you?!” the voice called out again; it was Konoe. She looked out and saw Konoe’s legs stop just outside her little hideaway. ‘Please don’t look down here; please don’t look down here’ she thought, ‘I can’t let you see me like this’. But Konoe looked, and she found Yashima, curling up in a fetal position against the wall.
“Yashima?” she asked as softly as she could, “are you alright?” Yashima shook her head and moved further back. “Please, Konoe-sama” she murmured plaintively, “don’t come any closer. I… I can’t bear any more heartbreak”. Konoe crawled into the hole and started coming closer. Yashima tried to back away further, but found she was caught against the wall. She closed her eyes and turned away in shame as Konoe came up right next to her.
“Yashima, I…” Konoe started, but Yashima beat her to it. “I’m sorry, Konoe-sama. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up all this time”. She began pouring her heart out. “All I ever wanted… was for you to accept me, take me in, and… to love me, as I loved you. I… I was a fool to hope for that, though. I know you could never forgive me… but could you at least not hate me too much?”
With all those words, Konoe felt her heart break for the girl; she had been a little harsh with the girl, but it was to make her stronger, so she could handle tougher situations without too much help. But now, she saw she’d been going the wrong way about it; she’d made the girl think she didn’t care for her; it was, actually, quite the opposite. She had become quite attached to the 15-year-old girl, and to see her now, with her heart breaking like this, was too much for her.
Before Yashima could say anything else, Konoe grabbed her by the shoulders, startling the girl’s eyes open, and pulled her into an embrace. Within seconds, Yashima’s tears slowed to nearly a stop. She looked up with a blush on her face. “K-Konoe-shama?” she stammered, “I’m sorry, Yashima-chan” Konoe replied softly, “I should’ve realized your feelings a long time ago… and mine. Can you forgive me?”
“This… this is a dream…” Yashima said dreamily, “this is some wonderful dream. It couldn’t possibly be real… could it?” Konoe responded by lightly pinching Yashima on the arm (meaning ‘it’s no dream’), grabbed her by the head and shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed her. Yashima couldn’t believe it; this was even better than her dreams, better than virtual reality, because this was real. She moaned lightly as she literally fell into Konoe’s lap.
When they parted, Konoe gazed down at Yashima, who was currently relying entirely on Konoe for physical support; if either moved, she would probably fall over Konoe chuckled, “you practically melted into me, Yashima-chan”. “Konoe-shama… thank you”. “No… thank you for showing me my own heart”. She helped Yashima out of the little crawlspace, and the two walked together toward the Security Office.
As they walked, Konoe whispered in Yashima’s ear: “Come to my bedroom at 9:15 tonight”. At this, Yashima jumped slightly and blushed deeply. “Y-you mean it?” she stuttered out, trying – and failing – to hide the excitement in her voice. Konoe nodded and then grabbed Yashima’s ass, causing the girl to squeak in surprise.
“B-but I thought… I mean, I’ve seen you staring at Tarou-sama’s…” “I swing both ways”, Konoe said slyly, “but you’ll be my first. Think you’re up to it?” Yashima blushed and nodded, starting to imagine the possibilities. As they passed by Konoe’s room, Konoe stopped and said “Wait here a second; I’ve just gotta get something for you”. “W-what?” Yashima questioned, and Konoe smirked as she said “a… toy of mine”.
It took Yashima a second to comprehend the message, but once she did she gasped. “N-nani? What for?” “I know you’ve been saving yourself for me,” Konoe responded, “but I want you to get rid of your barrier beforehand. That way, there’ll be no pain… when I take you as my own”. The way she said this sent shivers up and down Yashima’s spine, as Konoe emerged with a small box, placing it in the girl’s trembling outstretched hands. “Remember,” Konoe said, “9:15”.
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That night, Yashima nervously walked up to the door to Konoe’s room, dressed only in a large, deep-blue t-shirt and the silver silk panties that showed with each step she took. She knocked lightly, and Konoe murmured from inside: “Enter”.
Yashima opened the door and walked in, locking it behind her, and saw Konoe smiling and sitting on her queen-sized bed, dressed in a light-pink teddy that seemed to barely manage to hold her almost-D-cup breasts. The room’s only source of light were a pair of candles on either side of the bed, giving the room a romantic feeling to it. The sight had Yashima drooling a little, as she slowly walked over to the bed, almost in a daze that this was all happening.
Konoe gave Yashima a “come here” gesture with her finger, and Yashima climbed up onto the bed, crawling over to Konoe in shaky hands and knees. Konoe got up next to her, and pulled Yashima into a quick kiss before breaking off and reaching down to pull her top off, revealing her ample bosom right in front of Yashima’s eyes. The girl sat awestruck at the sight before her, and Konoe then looked at her as if to say ‘well, come on; let’s see them’.
Yashima shyly reached down to grab the hem of her shirt, slowly struggling to lift it off… and failing to get a good grip on it. Konoe chuckled and then grabbed Yashima’s shirt, lifting it off her and exposing her bare chest to the open air, the nipples already standing on end. Yashima tried to cover herself, a little ashamed at her small size compared to Konoe, but the older girl grabbed and gently lowered her arms, and whispered, “They’re perfect for you”.
Konoe then took hold of Yashima’s right breast, leaning down and taking it into her mouth as she began massaging the left one with her other hand, and the girl moaned and whimpered from the attention. Konoe pulled away and looked up; “you’d better be ready for me, Yashima-chan”, she said, “Because before tonight’s over, I’m going to make you cum three times”.
TO BE CONTINUED
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OMG Cliffhanger! I’ve gotta keep you people on your toes and coming back for more. The next chapter will have the major action between these two, so stick around!
SGT. STACKER: All armor, form up on the lower doorway! Chief, get upstairs; have your robot pick that lock!
343 GUILTY SPARK: I beg your pardon?! I am 343 Guilty Spark, Monitor of Installation 04!
STACKER: Yeah, well you’re also our ticket through this wall, so if ya don’t mind…
Note: Sorry if it’s too sappy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hanaukyo La Verite
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Konoe sat in her office, going over the data on the previous day’s infiltration mission, when she heard what sounded like someone in the hallway calling her name, and the voice sounded… dazed. She opened the door, and saw Yashima staggering toward her, a visor and headphones on her head, and a blush and a slightly-drooling smile on her face.
“Konoe-shama” she stammered, “let’s go to the gym for the next one”. Konoe curiously walked up and snatched the visor off Yashima’s head. “HEY!” she snapped, not yet realizing who was there, “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU – K-Konoe-shama?!” She was… quite shocked. “What is this thing, Yashima?” she questioned, as she began to pull it over her eyes.
“W-wait, Captain! That’s a…” too late. The visor switched on, and Konoe saw and heard herself frolicking around with little Fenrir, acting and talking in ways that were very un-Konoe-like. She stood there with a light blush of embarrassment on her face. Nearby, Yashima and Ikuyo were watching the scene on a laptop. “Ah, so she likes those kinds of dogs…”
WHACK! Ikuyo hit the floor with a lump on her head. “Ow!” she exclaimed, “Why me?!” “Why would you make something that showed that about me?!” Konoe retorted angrily. “It doesn’t” Ikuyo replied hastily. “It shows one of the person’s deepest fantasies in ultra-fine, ultra-realistic detail. Why do you think Yashima was stumbling around saying your name and…”
But she stopped when she heard a gasp, and they both looked to see Yashima standing there, horrified, embarrassed, and ready to cry. “Ikuyo… how could you? You… you promised you wouldn’t... tell anyone”. It was then Ikuyo realized what she’d done. “Yashima-chan… I’m sorry”. But Yashima didn’t really hear it; she pulled her hands up to her face as her tears leaked out more. “How… how could you?”
Konoe, who was still trying to figure out what was going on, felt a bit of a tug in her heart when she saw Yashima crying. She tried to say something comforting “Yashima… I…” But that only made it worse. Yashima reacted quickly; reaching out to smack Ikuyo hard in the face, sending her glasses flying off, and then burst into tears as she ran away down the hallway as fast as she could.
Konoe stood in shock, and behind her she could hear Ikuyo pick up her glasses, and then herself, off the floor. “What… just happened?” she questioned, “What… what have we done?” Ikuyo didn’t answer; instead, she brushed herself off and then turned to Konoe, sighed, and said “you should go talk to her, Konoe-sama”.
“Why me?” she asked, though deep down, she was pretty sure she knew why, and Ikuyo’s answer clenched it: “Because she loves you”. “She… loves me?” “Yes. She’s loved you for years, actually; she was just too shy to tell you. Right now, you’re the only one that can comfort her”.
Konoe felt something stir in her at that moment… a compassion she hadn’t felt in practically forever. Yashima – her Yashima – was in pain, and she was the one who would bring her out of it. She nodded, and then immediately set off down the hallway at top speed. “Wait!” Ikuyo yelled out to her, “How will you find her?” “Don’t worry;” Konoe replied, “I think I know where to find her”.
Yashima sat curled up in a small, dark, enclosed space in the wall between a few support pillars, and she was sobbing her heart out. She couldn’t believe it; Ikuyo had blown everything, and now her Konoe-shama would never accept her. She couldn’t even bear to show her face anywhere near the Captain; she would have to quit her post in the Security Division, and then move into the back half of the mansion and…
“Yashima?!” She raised her head up; was that Konoe? “Yashima, where are you?!” the voice called out again; it was Konoe. She looked out and saw Konoe’s legs stop just outside her little hideaway. ‘Please don’t look down here; please don’t look down here’ she thought, ‘I can’t let you see me like this’. But Konoe looked, and she found Yashima, curling up in a fetal position against the wall.
“Yashima?” she asked as softly as she could, “are you alright?” Yashima shook her head and moved further back. “Please, Konoe-sama” she murmured plaintively, “don’t come any closer. I… I can’t bear any more heartbreak”. Konoe crawled into the hole and started coming closer. Yashima tried to back away further, but found she was caught against the wall. She closed her eyes and turned away in shame as Konoe came up right next to her.
“Yashima, I…” Konoe started, but Yashima beat her to it. “I’m sorry, Konoe-sama. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up all this time”. She began pouring her heart out. “All I ever wanted… was for you to accept me, take me in, and… to love me, as I loved you. I… I was a fool to hope for that, though. I know you could never forgive me… but could you at least not hate me too much?”
With all those words, Konoe felt her heart break for the girl; she had been a little harsh with the girl, but it was to make her stronger, so she could handle tougher situations without too much help. But now, she saw she’d been going the wrong way about it; she’d made the girl think she didn’t care for her; it was, actually, quite the opposite. She had become quite attached to the 15-year-old girl, and to see her now, with her heart breaking like this, was too much for her.
Before Yashima could say anything else, Konoe grabbed her by the shoulders, startling the girl’s eyes open, and pulled her into an embrace. Within seconds, Yashima’s tears slowed to nearly a stop. She looked up with a blush on her face. “K-Konoe-shama?” she stammered, “I’m sorry, Yashima-chan” Konoe replied softly, “I should’ve realized your feelings a long time ago… and mine. Can you forgive me?”
“This… this is a dream…” Yashima said dreamily, “this is some wonderful dream. It couldn’t possibly be real… could it?” Konoe responded by lightly pinching Yashima on the arm (meaning ‘it’s no dream’), grabbed her by the head and shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed her. Yashima couldn’t believe it; this was even better than her dreams, better than virtual reality, because this was real. She moaned lightly as she literally fell into Konoe’s lap.
When they parted, Konoe gazed down at Yashima, who was currently relying entirely on Konoe for physical support; if either moved, she would probably fall over Konoe chuckled, “you practically melted into me, Yashima-chan”. “Konoe-shama… thank you”. “No… thank you for showing me my own heart”. She helped Yashima out of the little crawlspace, and the two walked together toward the Security Office.
As they walked, Konoe whispered in Yashima’s ear: “Come to my bedroom at 9:15 tonight”. At this, Yashima jumped slightly and blushed deeply. “Y-you mean it?” she stuttered out, trying – and failing – to hide the excitement in her voice. Konoe nodded and then grabbed Yashima’s ass, causing the girl to squeak in surprise.
“B-but I thought… I mean, I’ve seen you staring at Tarou-sama’s…” “I swing both ways”, Konoe said slyly, “but you’ll be my first. Think you’re up to it?” Yashima blushed and nodded, starting to imagine the possibilities. As they passed by Konoe’s room, Konoe stopped and said “Wait here a second; I’ve just gotta get something for you”. “W-what?” Yashima questioned, and Konoe smirked as she said “a… toy of mine”.
It took Yashima a second to comprehend the message, but once she did she gasped. “N-nani? What for?” “I know you’ve been saving yourself for me,” Konoe responded, “but I want you to get rid of your barrier beforehand. That way, there’ll be no pain… when I take you as my own”. The way she said this sent shivers up and down Yashima’s spine, as Konoe emerged with a small box, placing it in the girl’s trembling outstretched hands. “Remember,” Konoe said, “9:15”.
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That night, Yashima nervously walked up to the door to Konoe’s room, dressed only in a large, deep-blue t-shirt and the silver silk panties that showed with each step she took. She knocked lightly, and Konoe murmured from inside: “Enter”.
Yashima opened the door and walked in, locking it behind her, and saw Konoe smiling and sitting on her queen-sized bed, dressed in a light-pink teddy that seemed to barely manage to hold her almost-D-cup breasts. The room’s only source of light were a pair of candles on either side of the bed, giving the room a romantic feeling to it. The sight had Yashima drooling a little, as she slowly walked over to the bed, almost in a daze that this was all happening.
Konoe gave Yashima a “come here” gesture with her finger, and Yashima climbed up onto the bed, crawling over to Konoe in shaky hands and knees. Konoe got up next to her, and pulled Yashima into a quick kiss before breaking off and reaching down to pull her top off, revealing her ample bosom right in front of Yashima’s eyes. The girl sat awestruck at the sight before her, and Konoe then looked at her as if to say ‘well, come on; let’s see them’.
Yashima shyly reached down to grab the hem of her shirt, slowly struggling to lift it off… and failing to get a good grip on it. Konoe chuckled and then grabbed Yashima’s shirt, lifting it off her and exposing her bare chest to the open air, the nipples already standing on end. Yashima tried to cover herself, a little ashamed at her small size compared to Konoe, but the older girl grabbed and gently lowered her arms, and whispered, “They’re perfect for you”.
Konoe then took hold of Yashima’s right breast, leaning down and taking it into her mouth as she began massaging the left one with her other hand, and the girl moaned and whimpered from the attention. Konoe pulled away and looked up; “you’d better be ready for me, Yashima-chan”, she said, “Because before tonight’s over, I’m going to make you cum three times”.
TO BE CONTINUED
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OMG Cliffhanger! I’ve gotta keep you people on your toes and coming back for more. The next chapter will have the major action between these two, so stick around!
SGT. STACKER: All armor, form up on the lower doorway! Chief, get upstairs; have your robot pick that lock!
343 GUILTY SPARK: I beg your pardon?! I am 343 Guilty Spark, Monitor of Installation 04!
STACKER: Yeah, well you’re also our ticket through this wall, so if ya don’t mind…