Naoya emphatically hops out of the car, "The weather today is nice!", and shuts it but grimaces to the rusting shrills that follow as the door's hinges pop and struggle to close. While watching Toji walk around the front of it to meet him by the sidewalk, he can't help but ask, "Why the hell do you drive this piece of crap? Surely you could afford a better ride because this thing looks like it'll stop running at any time!"
Toji narrows his eyes while taking in the insult, "Shut up."
Naoya's right though. Toji doesn't need to keep pouring money into this scrap bucket on wheels but the truth is this '96 Mercury Cougar is simply important to him. Without responding, the giant drifts back in his memories to the day when he and Sachiko picked it out together; becoming depressed as he instinctively rubs the area of his chest where she stabbed him.
Naoya notices his cousin's odd facial expression and sulks, now feeling like a dick for ragging on the crumbling coupe. 'It must be sentimental…I'm so dumb!', he tells himself while shifting his eyes back to its peeling pearl white paint and how the emblems and trim are missing.
After clearing his throat though, Naoya playfully knuckles Toji's arm and states, "But the maroon interior is something you don't see anymore, kind of makes it a classic! I've read that it was all the hype with American's of the past too so that's pretty cool…" Toji's eyes are quick to meet his but the half chuckle that leaves the large man makes Naoya feel like he may have redeemed himself. Relieved by the change in air, Naoya adds, "It's right up the street!", replenished by the idea of being this much closer to putting a ring on Elska's finger, "Come on you old fart!"
One of Toji's eyebrows lift as he watches the excitement pour out of his cousin's ankles. He even swears that Naoya nearly frolicked a few steps as they began their route on foot.
Toji's train of thought now that he's been pulled out from his past becomes that of the hour so he looks down to his watch and wishes they'd flown there to save time. 'Doll, I'll be right back…', he thinks to her as Naoya stops in front of a shop and waves for him to hurry. Looking over the sign, he reads Jewels of Saina and frowns in confusion while asking under his breath, "Did he pick her out a necklace or somethi-…", but this is when he puts two and two together and hones in while regrettably misunderstanding the Zenin's intentions.
Naoya grabs the handle and holds the door open for Toji with a bright smile on his face. As Toji nears though, he can sense the anger seeping from the giant's entirety and begins defensively waving his hands. "It's not what you think!", he spouts as Toji yokes up his collar, "Wait!"
"BOY YOU JUST KEEP PUSHING MY BUTTONS WITH THIS SHIT!", Toji rancorously seethes with a glow beginning to shimmer in his eyes.
The same clerk, Herald, steps out to where they are and nervously asks, "Mr. Zenin? Are you…alright?", a waft of rubbing alcohol with the hint of ammonia breezing out behind him from the rich wood walls.
Embarrassed by being assumed a mad man, Toji releases Naoya and scoffs before pushing past the clerk and into the store. He listens to Naoya explain the situation and turns towards them just in time to see Naoya passing off a small bit of string with an expression that reads, 'this is the best I could do.' Toji folds his arms and suspiciously eyes his cousin until they both walk past him, Herald seeming wary of his prior behavior. 'I'm not THAT scary…', Toji monologues with a hint of doubt.
"I completed them just this morning! Adjusting the sizes will only take a moment, Mr. Zenin.", the clerk states with joy, "I hope they meet your standards."
Naoya wheezes with enthusiasm as he anxiously awaits the burgundy snap open velvet box that Herald produces to be placed on the counter. Eagerly, he almost snatches it from the jeweler but catches himself and is able to stave off the immediate need to see the proposed creation. "Toji, come here…", he politely states while trying to ignore the menacing face his cousin wears.
Toji walks over, already having an idea of what's inside but plays along as Naoya opens it up for them both to see.
"OMG! Are you ready Toji?!"
The giant folds his arms with reluctance but his green eyes widen as the box is pried open and he perceives the heart that's comprised of three different stones; his scowl now softening as he comprehends the meaning behind it.
'Our eye colors.'
The tiny amethyst stones that surround the heart makes his own thump as it takes his mind to everything that has blossomed since Elska first turned him. He can't help but grin as he jokes, "Black gold, huh? That's probably her style…"
Naoya bites his lip when he gauges Toji's reaction, feeling extremely proud of the design and how it instantly nullified the animosity his cousin bore only moments ago. They hear, "Here's yours Mr. Zenin…", which prompts Naoya to twist around boisterously, "Ohhh????!", so he can open his case to see what Gojo concocted in his absence. When his fingers grip the box and he pulls the clamping edges apart, he loses his breath and mumbles, "Gojo…woah..."
Toji peers over Naoya's shoulder to see a solid matching black gold band that has his name, Naoya's, Gojo's and Elska's engraved on the inside while sporting small singular stones of all of their colors on the outside. "Wait. Why are all of our names on there?", he asks with perplexity, thinking that if Satoru had a hand in this then surely the jeweler is mistaken.
"Gojo… he came back and designed these for us guys, Toji.", Naoya gratifyingly takes in the muddle on his cousin's face as the Jeweler sets down another box and tells them, "This is for Mr. Bear Paws I presume?", and chuckles as he walks to the back of the store to retrieve another. Naoya turns his chin up, "Yes, yes it is!", and gives it to Toji while explaining, "This morning, when you woke up…"
Toji jokingly interjects, "Oh, you mean when you were trying to hold my hand?"
"No, you dick! I wasn't trying to hold it!", Naoya huffs, "I was getting your ring size!"
"So that's what you were up too…", Toji opens the box up and inhales heavily through his nose, actually moved by the gesture as he pinches the band and holds it up to the light. Never in his life would he have expected this, not from Naoya nor Gojo and it shows completely as he struggles to find words to express his thoughts over it.
Naoya beams all of his teeth, "Do you understand what we're doing here?", emotive by Toji's rare defenseless display.
"Shes...she's ours…", quietly exiting the giant's lips as they curl into a minor smile.
Naoya slides his on his finger and holds his hand out to truly admire how the nakedness of that digit is now shrouded by the best proof of his bond with his princess, with them all, "This started because I wanted to get her an engagement ring...but then Gojo tried to kill me over it so we were brought to this...compromise."
Toji cackles, trying to mask the emotion brimming in his eyes, "I can't believe you told him you were planning to do that. I thought you were supposed to be smart, boy!"
Naoya grins and nods his head in agreement but adds, "Well it wasn't exactly something I could keep from him but it worked out! Do you think she'll like it?!"
Toji says yes but on the inside he fears Elska passing out from shock and continues to laugh over the dramatic scene within his head. He hears Naoya state, "I hope Megumi will be cool with it…", and it inadvertently causes them both to cringe over recent events.
Toji takes out his phone and looks at his watch while absentmindedly sharing, "I should see Megs as soon as we get back and make sure he's okay…", the awkward silence surrounding them both until Herald appears with the last of the rings.
"Here you go, Mr. Zenin! This is…", he reads the store's copy of the receipt from his and Gojo's exchange, "…for the Strongest.", and scrunches his face as if he felt ridiculous for saying it.
Naoya snickers while grabbing the box, "Sorry about that, he's a child trapped in an adult's body.", and reaches into his pocket for additional funds to give to the man for doing such an astonishing job. The Zenin bows kindly before turning away without so much as a proper goodbye, being far too excited to get back to Elska to show her, "You are my jeweler now, Herald. I will be back! We have a princess!", is all he says as he and Toji walk out the front door.
"Hey...", Toji elbows Naoya with an aloof air but negates it with, "Thank you Naoya. Y'all didn't have to consider me in this but you did and I'm…", he sighs with embarrassment, "I'm really happy about it." He could tell that Naoya was also looking forward to gratitude as his face lights up from the acknowledgement, "Look. Don't get all weird on me boy, or else I'll never praise you again.", rubbing his younger cousin's head with fondness.
Naoya straightens up his posture and continues behind Toji as they leave back towards the car but on the inside, he's bouncing off the walls and thinking, 'HE LIKED IT!! BABY! HE LIKED IT!' He squeals but hears Toji's voice in his head, 'BOY I SAID DON'T GET WEIRD.', which causes him to bust out laughing as he still hasn't learned to control the telepathy they now share.
As they're getting into the car, Toji cranks it over and waits for the passenger door to slam shut. As he's shifting into first gear and looks around for the clearance to pull into the street, he catches Naoya pulling out a vibrating phone from the corner of his eye.
"Hey fruit cake, when we get back the first thing I'm doing is I'm going to check on Megs. He might be a little messed up after all of...that. I need to make sure he understands that Elska may be too dangerous to be around for a while too…", but he doesn't hear a response from Naoya so he turns his head, "Are you even listening to-..."
Naoya heard Toji but can't peel his eyes away from the picture text that just came through. He checks the sender again, "Fucker...no way…", even once more but as reality remains, the blonde's heart drops.
The image shows the outside of their current room at the campus, it resembling the same style of the photographs he and Gojo found at his estate.
"He…. he's going to…", Naoya growls as the golden light travels over his body, "THAT'S FUCKING IT!!!!"
"What is it? Who's he?", Toji alarmingly barks once he senses the scalar warfare begging to be unleashed, "Naoya?! You gotta calm down!", but he watches his cousin's eyes glow and hold ruthlessness, the expression seeming like it shouldn't belong on the Naoya's face at all.
"Chonan…", the Zenin snarls, "…he sent me this...", and holds his phone up to Toji's face with shaking arms. The rage Naoya's filling with congregates with the sorrow over having to fight against a brother but in this moment the underhandedness of this situation snuffs out said sadness and churns internally until it thickens into a molten hot heat, "I'll fucking KILL HIM!"
Without saying anything, Toji quickly shuts off the car and looks to an alley nearby while telling Naoya, "Let's go. We're flying."
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Huddled in the bottomless black, Suguru reaches out a hand to place upon Choso's shoulder while he lifts his own head to kiss Elska's temple, "Little one?", he asks and waits for her attention.
Elska strokes through Choso's hair a few times in her lap, suffering from his calmed but still heart-wrenching sniffles, thinking, 'I didn't know he had more brothers…poor Choso…he suffered all alone with those dark feelings.' Suguru pecs her a second time which brings her eyes to his, "Mhmm?"
"I want nothing more than to spend this time with you but I fear what will become of Gojo.", Suguru watches her eyes waver as its clear she's still not fully accepting the possibility of the silver shaman's destruction. Not wanting to make her upset but still wishing to get his point across, he explains, "I may be able to wake sooner than the others did if I put my mind to it. There's no guarantee that'll work but I think it might if I hone in on all of my capabilities and the stages. Titers are unique and I need to protect you."
Choso listens to the sincerity in Getou's voice and against his initial response to be offended or irritated, he understands that this may be serious. Placing his hand over top Suguru's, he lifts his head and wipes his eyes with his free hand, "I think it's possible too if you remain in this stage, but you shouldn't wander the others like I did…" The being takes a deep breath and admits, "As Kechi always said, the Titers can do anything. He's never wrong so remember that." When he looks up to the Titer, he's met with thankful eyes that express a momentous amount of words, though all he receives is a shy smile.
"Sati wouldn't hurt me though…", Elska rambles off without thought. She's not meaning to insult the Titers' seeing ability though so she quickly darts her eyes back to Suguru's to communicate that and to her relief, it seems he sympathizes.
Getou brings their lips together gently, his nature urging to have more but the visceral feeling of him running out of time to accomplish anything is steadily creeping in. After enjoying how she didn't even hesitate to accept his affection, he's resolved to conquer this task as if her life depends on it. Holding Elska's cheek, he grazes his thumb across it and basks in the sweet way her augmented face gazes at him. Despite her displayed injuries, it's once again everything he's ever wanted.
"Choso, can I entrust her to you and the others until my DNA synthesis is rendered complete?", he questions with an assured air that tells he already knows he can but he wanted to make his confidence in the being known as they scab over old wounds.
Choso nods his head, "Yes, I wi-…we will take care of her." He sits up completely now, shaking off the odd sensation of their comradery; their working together for a common goal. Her.
Elska follows Getou with her eyes as he stands and then takes his offered hand to join. Once her and Choso are on their feet, Suguru turns away and allows his finger tips to slowly slide across hers as he creates distance between them.
"You two should go now. I have much work to do here…", Suguru's words chiming empty as the truth is, he'd rather her stay so they could explore each other's minds more, so he could help her remember the life and abilities she's forgotten. But his morose mood is struck dumb when Elska's arms wrap around his chest from behind, not having anticipated her to do that at all. He reaches for her hands but stops halfway as he feels another collision which prompts him to turn his head to see what it was, "Ch-Choso?"
The being joined the hug from behind Elska once again sandwiching her in a strange embrace, "We hug Elska like this all the time! Just ask Naoya! I still have a lot of questions for you Getou but I'm brought to warmth at the thought of us coming together on this.", he squeezes Elska, forcing strained noises from her, "Let's do our best."
Elska giggles into Suguru's back as she witnesses a glimmer of the old Choso; the innocence from his behavior making her emotional. "Thank you…both of you…", leaves her and trickles into the still air around them but she's quickly yelping in surprise as Choso scoops her into bridal carry, "Choso! Wait!"
The being secures her and apologetically shares, "I'm sorry Elska but he's right, we should let him get started."
Suguru smiles at them as he walks backwards into the collective darkness, "I will see you both very soon. Wait for me...Elska.", he announces while he watches Choso bow his head to focus on their departure.
An icy cold wind whips past them but once it's gone, so are they.
"I promise that I will do my best.", Choso whispers while he somehow begins to absorb the energy around them as if the Final Stage is urging him to leave.
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Elska opens her eyes and experiences a chill while her mind sets back into the physical world. Peace is only momentary for almost instantly, she feels a cancerous thirst which causes her to claw at her own neck.
"FEED."
She gasps for air and is thrown into a panic as she comprehends the heightened similarity to being starved.
Choso quickly unravels himself from her lower half and rises up from beneath the sheets to pin her arms down, "ELSKA?!"
He sits there with a bead of sweat falling down his chin, observing her distress while her presence also darkens. He gathers by her mannerisms that she needs to feed but he hesitates to give himself to her and darts his view around the room. 'If she drinks from me, I can't protect her or anyone!', riddling his conscious, feeling that he's incapable of going against her orders. His eyes start watering to her jerking movements and the agony she's enduring, that is until she bucks her head up and smashes into his violently.
"OWWW!!!", Choso tilts his face back and shuts his eyes to the pain served from the cracking attack but is soon compelled to govern the situation. With a room shaking roar, he calls out to the others, hoping they're not far.
"GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD HYBRID!", Elska's lowly voice raises in levels as she's met with even his defiance, "YOU ARE MINE! DO NOT DISOBEY ME!"
Choso shudders to her tone as the slightest desire to fall victim to her whims begins to consume him but he fights, "I C-CAN'T THIS TIME!", screaming with desolation while feeling he's metaphorically being split into two over how he should handle this. He hears the door burst open but is unable to easily see it from this direction but a wave of relief course through him when he pleads, "You guys! I don't know what happened! I promise I didn't fee-…", but feels himself collapsing over Elska while his chest is sprayed by a warm fluid.
Elska straddles Choso onto the bed with wide eyes, fighting herself on drinking his essence as it spills out all over the sheets. She growls and snaps her head towards the door to find three unknown men dressed in the traditional Zenin robes.
"You dare hurt MY HYBRID?!", she screams into the room releasing a wave that shakes their surroundings. She pushes off the bed, calling for her wings in mid-air before toppling the first man in her reach. In an instant, she projects her energy into the other two so they crash into the wall all while looming over the first. In her normal voice, Elska articulates, "You shouldn't have done that…what makes you think you're worthy to have issues with him or my prince?!", and sinks her fangs into his neck, rapidly gulping down his blood in order to quench her thirst.
The red lightening begins to tether around her but when her eyes land on Choso in the bed she can see sense that he's already recovering, 'Such a fine specimen…'
When the other two men so much as twitch she sends a second wave into them, further forcing them into the wall and leaving her momentarily satisfied when she smells their fresh iron-infused aroma, 'Zenin blood is so incredibly delicious.'
Choso rolls to his side, slowly healing himself the best he can and calls out to her, "Mas-ter…" She heard him and its evident as she uses all of her strength to rip the now screaming Zenin henchman in half, separating his torso from his hips with brute strength and a few repetitive coiling motions. Choso lays there confused and stunned until she grabs the man's hand and dangles his upper half over top, gifting the being with the blood he needs to regenerate quicker. He's forced to close his eyes as the fluid waterfalls from the deceased man and splashes all over his body. His master's monstrous act begins making sense to him as the burning hole in his chest sews itself together.
Elska cups the intestines that were about to slip out and even pulls on them to remove them completely, all while laughing, "Humans are so fleshy!" She sees her hybrid squinting through one eye and informs him, "I was angry over your refusal my hybrid, but I'll forgive you since you're so precious to me.", and sighs, "I'm almost whole anyways."
Choso doesn't feel his injury anymore and despite his nature thriving from this brutal demonstration, his heart simply isn't into the butchery so he swats the half man away when he's had his fill. He studies the two men collapsed into the walls and recognizes their attire, urgently reporting, "Hold on! These are Zenin men, Elska! They're Naoya's family!" Broken by the assumed reaction of his Zenin friend, Choso mumbles, "He's really going to hate me now…", and is overwhelmed by this hopeless circumstance as he'd only just been given forgiveness.
Elska tosses the corpse into the lap of one of the unconscious men and informs him, "These men may be related to my prince but they mean him harm, I can sense it. That I will not have." She stomps on it a few times, digging her toes into the flesh so that it pumps out more bodily fluids. "Pathetic little humans."
Choso helplessly watches her stalk around the men so he releases another distress signal into the world around them. "WHERE ARE THEY!?", he impatiently cries as the seemingly meaningless words he gave Suguru, "Let's do our best", echo his mind. "What do I do?!", he yelps out loud, thinking that no matter the reasoning, Naoya will be mortified by this situation.
Elska kicks both of their feet, noticing one of them coming to. "Are you the brother?", she asks in a domineering tone. When the frightened man wails and shakes his head no, he points to other and begins to hyperventilate after his eyes fall to his gored comrade. Elska grins and whispers, "Then you're not necessary..."
"DON'T!", Choso races for her but he is too late, "Elska…", he worriedly mutters, his eyes glued to her ripping the man's head off against the force of her foot on his shoulder. Her villainous smile freezes him, the way she holds the severed head up and pretends to tongue it collapsing the comfortable foundation he's built between them as she's far crueler than she ever let on.
"Worthless resource-sucking parasites…", she froths, lifting the head over the accused brother so that he's covered in his subordinate's blood. "WAKE UP!", she demands into the injured Zenin's face, "You will face me since I was your target anyways. Am I right?!"
Choso perks to the hair-raising sensation of Naoya's ancient technique, knowing that he's nearby now. He grabs Elska's arm that was hoisting the unconscious man's body up, looks away and forces his strength upon her to make her drop him.
"So you don't wish to protect my prince?", she growls, narrowing her eyes to the hybrid, "He is also very precious to me. You would be wise to at least not interfere."
"Elska…don't you sense them? They're coming…please, just wait until Naoya gets here!!"
Clearly agitated by his logical request, Elska throws Chonan onto the bed and tackles Choso into the slicked floor, "Fine." He seems alleviated by this but his expression becomes animalistic as well when she reaches into his pants and grabs him up, "You'll need to entertain me until they arrive then."
Choso's eyes respond to hers and the luminescent red light they blanket each other with steals his focus. He pulls her down by the back of the neck to meet their lips while she chaotically fights against his pants, them both moaning when she sinks herself over his length. She tries to ride him but he takes control by rolling her over, thrusting into her in a fevered manner even as she wraps her legs around his hips.
Choso doesn't understand why he finds this so exhilarating as they're both soaked in blood now with the bodies of the beholders lying in pieces around them. Every time she gasps to his efforts though, he submerges deeper into this frenzy until all he's concerned about is making her feel like the omnipotent ruler she truly is. The way her malevolent eyes gouge into his existence brings him power, strength and love.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?", Naoya and Toji dash into the room, Toji holding his nose to overbearing traces of blood.
Elska allows Choso to jump away from her but she unhurriedly props herself onto her elbows while on the floor to explain, "These men overstepped their roles in this life. They needed to learn…", and turns her nose up.
Thrown off by Elska's presence, Toji grabs Naoya by the shoulder, "That's not our Elska, boy…be careful. She's fucking twacked."
Naoya ignores the warning and instead rushes to pick her up; the crushing possibility of any of the blood being hers overwhelming him, "Baby! Are you okay!?"
Choso has already pulled up his pants but he lowers his head as he figures he'll be in trouble not only because the state of the room, but how they were found. "I didn't…I didn't feed her!", he sheepishly presents his defense to the them while his eyes blur and dance across the reddened room.
Elska wraps her arms around Naoya's neck and in her normal voice continues, "My prince, they were trying to hurt you by getting to me. I couldn't allow you to bear that.", and almost angelically adds, "The live one is your brother. You can thank my hybrid for his life, I wanted to shred him."
Naoya's breath becomes hitched when he indeed finds Chonan battered and bloodied on the bed. The entire time racing here his mind only brought him awful visions of his princess being stolen away by the rouge Zenin, so with this being the result, he cheers, 'Fucking serves him right, baby!!!" After assuring that his brother is at least still breathing, he chuckles once coming to terms that his concern was misplaced. Bringing Elska in closer, he gives detached giggles while quietly saying, "My frightening…little princess.", while embracing her; beyond elated by her safety.
Toji, who has finally adjusted to the differing scents of the room, scans it in amazement. He cackles, "Jesus Christ…was all of this necessary?", thinking Elska must be herself now because of the sound of her voice though he's still hesitant because of how dark her energy is. He walks over to them, but addresses Choso and asks, "If you didn't feed her, why does she feel like this?" The remorse in the being's eyes causes Toji to stop in place as the realization hits him, "Fuck. They're really becoming one…"
Elska nuzzles her head into Naoya but answers Toji, "Yes. You are correct!", annoyed by the way her prince suddenly tenses against her. "You all are my beloved turned. I will not harm you!", she confesses while desperately wanting them to adore her as she is now, the way they did before.
Toji kneels down to their level a few feet away which saddens her. She can sense that he doesn't trust her intentions after her last episode. Feeling defeated by the emerging emotions she's not been able to feel in countless years, Elska's wicked demeanor cracks and she admits, "I'm sorry my beloved…for what I did to Megumi. I shouldn't have even humored that outcome..."
Choso's head immediately lifts while thinking, 'That's the other Elska I know…', and is grateful that she's not lashing out anymore. His eyes move to Toji who is clearly left in awe and trying to figure out what's going on so he explains, "I told you guys! You don't know her like I do!", a swift rush of pride conforming to his face over her humility and sincerity.
Naoya pulls away to view her, unsure of what is happening but he finds that he still recognizes his princess even amongst the camouflage of his clansmen blood. After searching each other's eyes and confirming his thoughts, he picks her up and carries her towards the shower in silence; humming a soft tune as he sets her down to turn on the water.
Toji wide eyes Choso, "So she's not gonna to do something atrocious?", bewildered by the clear indications of both sides of her residing simultaneously. 'Is that really you, doll? Can it really be you anymore?', he morbidly questions himself.
"No, I don't think she will.", smiles the being as he's taking a step towards Toji but slips and falls onto the floor with a grunt.
"Nanami is going to shit a fucking brick when he sees this mess…", Toji worriedly muses while helping the being to his feet, "Are you okay, bud? You need to watch your step in here. This is...fuck this this is probably the goriest shit I've ever seen."
Naoya detaches the shower head from the hook and begins rinsing Elska down, soaking her slip until she bashfully peels it off her skin and it slaps into the floor of the tub. He acknowledges the fact that she's different now but he's still enamored and is almost overrun with the need to be close to her while she's so vulnerable.
"Everything's alright now baby, just relax. Let me take care of you…", he offers while a bashful smile forms on her blood-stained face. She moves over as if to invite him in but he frowns and adds, "So incredibly small. How can these peasants enjoy this cramped space?!", handing over the shower head as he undresses, folding his clothes and exercising care to the boxes that rest in the internal pocket of his robes.
Toji pokes his head in the bathroom to observe their interaction, 'She's being kind of normal…I guess." He doesn't know what to make of all of this, 'Can we trust her?', unsure of what will happen if she ever goes on another rampage. He certainly did not appreciate her immobilizing him and Naoya the night before and words cannot express his disdain over her lackadaisical attitude with Megumi; that truly is a line she should never have crossed. Toji ruminates over all of these factors and is lost in thought while watching them but jumps out of his skim when Elska turns around and lands eyes on him.
Elska wants to say something but she's apprehensive by her beloved's obvious disinclination towards her.
'Did I lose his love?'
Not wanting to make matters worse she keeps her silence but is soon feeling her chin being lifted and finds Naoya sweetly smiling at her.
Staring into her eyes, the Zenin relays to Toji, "You can go do that thing you wanted, I think we're okay here.", and begins rinsing her hair out but gasps when the pink water flows, "Baby, were you trying to get it all over you?", beckoning with humorous interest while blocking the bloodbath out of his mind.
Toji backs out of the bathroom knowing that he probably can check on his son now but after overlooking the room and Chonan, he brings his eyes to Choso, "Tie that fucker up please, I need to go see Megs but I'll be back."
The being confidently searches for something to do this with now that he has some experience in this department unlike when he received a similar order from Gojo before.
Toji doesn't understand Choso's smile but as he goes to leave the room, the being candidly shares, "I promise, she is a good master.", to which Toji can only sigh to in response.
After securing alarm clock wires around the beaten man, Choso curiously saunters into the bathroom and studies how tenderly Naoya washes Elska's skin. His eyes begin to glow and the reflection of the light gleams off of them both causing him to rile back up over the sight. A tiny, lustful whine slinks out as the being fidgets in place, becoming antsy while watching their sensual dynamic. As if she knew, Elska's turning to lock eyes with him; conjuring his appearance within the cleansing space.
Naoya catches on to this exchange and is cross with the being's involvement but as the water running down her body has become clear again, he sighs to her needing expression, "Baby, are you really making me do this?" When she looks away in shame, he lifts her face up again, "Because I will."
It doesn't matter that there are two mutilated bodies beyond the single wall that divides the rooms. It doesn't bother him that his brother was nearly murdered by her hand, though he is ultimately glad she didn't kill him as well. Naoya embraces her into a heated kiss, beating the shower head around as he tries to hang it again blindly while humming to her lips being against his own.
Elska gasps into him when Naoya picks her up and slides the shower door open, feeling intensity through his presence. Her hands are slow to do so but they tangle into his wet hair as he lowers her down onto the sink's edge. He breaks away to gaze down at her, the very vision of his devious intentions soaking her from the inside as well. "My prince.", she whispers as his cocked-up demeanor informs her that he's going to take her as she is, 'As I am…even blended...'
Choso nears them but is met with Naoya's hand in his face. "But!", he whines, dampened by the Zenin's resilience to accepting him. To his surprise though, Naoya states, "You need to get cleaned up too Cho. I just got all of the blood off of her so you can't touch her...until you bathe."
Choso straightens up with purpose and without saying anything, beelines for the shower.
Naoya chuckles to his friend's eagerness, whispering to her, "Don't move, I have something for you…" Quickly bending down to search his robes, he grabs the velvet box and presents it to her while getting down on one knee. She shimmies off the sink with surprise, her eyes darting from him to the box and then back to him.
"Elska Oda, will you be our bride?"
Elska's eyes enlarge when he opens it, the beautiful black banded ring harnessing symbols of her beloved, Sweet Sati and her prince. Bludgeoned by shock, she forgets to say anything at all and stammers at his muddled expression but as soon as she remembers how to speak again, she's fast to answer, "Naoya?!!! Yes!!!!"
Choso wipes away the steam from the glass and perceives the scenario in front of him. He can't make out the details of the ring but judging by the look on Elska's face, he can assume Naoya did well in his selection. 'I have to hurry!', he remembers, now removing the shower head too as he surmises that he can increase the efficiency of the water's direction.
Naoya explains to her that Toji and Gojo will also have matching bands, like himself. The welling of her eyes seals him with fulfillment comprehending that she's in love with the notion, which in turn, make his glow. After gracing the ring around her finger, he wastes no time to resuming their previous venture.
"What a stunning princess bride…", he coos as he picks her back up but this time pins her against the wall. He tucks his arms underneath her thighs that swiftly wrapped around him, holding her weight as her legs drape over his biceps and her back along his forearms. With nothing left to get in their way, he swings his hips, teasing his hardened tip into her; nearly buckling to the keenness her breaths convey. "That's right baby…let me in...", he taunts lovingly.
Elska throws her head back, jarring it against the wall when his girth splits her. They both chuckle to this but the half-hearted laughter is soon drowned out by their reciprocating moans. She wrenches her fingers in to his arms, delighted by the masterful air he's claiming as his daunting but alluring eyes swallow her up. "M-Master Naoya!", she cries, almost detesting herself for submitting to his ego while also understanding that this is one of the many things she loves about him, despite the roles being currently blurred. This fires him up, that of which she truly adores.
Naoya's now working his hips at an increased pace, plummeting into her saccharine warmth and literally plowing her into the wall. He leans down to lock their lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth while she moans in utter pleasure. He drives himself deeply, angling to ravage every inch of hers that needed to be reminded of his dire affection. Elska keeps trying to say his name but her fumbled vocabulary signs to him that he's doing exactly what he needs to.
"My poor princess…", he teases, "…you can't even speak!", biting his lip and sailing through her while he increases his force and she clenches around him. "Let this be a lesson baby.", he warns while lowering her to the ground, "I love you."
Elska is spun around, her cheek rubbing against the steamy, tiled bathroom wall. Naoya inserts himself again aggressively from behind, making her melt even more. "I love… you too!", she mewls as he enters, him smacking the meat of her rear while he pulling at her waist. She'd nearly forgotten Choso's presence until he opens the glass door and rakes over them both with his glowing eyes. She feels a hand around her throat, squeezing gently while pulling back. Her prince's voice dances in her ear, "See him, baby? I told you I would…"
Choso approaches them, liquefying from the invitation and lushing over the position Elska's been put in as her breasts bounce unchallenged from Naoya's thrusts. He nervously double-checks with Naoya to make sure his not misunderstanding but when the Zenin pulls her back further and pivots them towards his direction, the blonde says, "Show him how we do things baby." Wild, unfiltered moans leave Choso's lips when Elska wraps hers around his length with the very idea that Naoya would allow this and even encourage it, drowning him in disbelief. It's very real though, and the hybrid comes to terms with this as she bobs her head around him with the Zenin's approval.
Naoya once again finds that he's not completely abhorred by this despite his long-time battles of diverting the being's attention away from her. 'He's one of us now…', sating his mind and worries as he coaches his princess to gobble more of the being in. His eyes wander to Choso's face for a moment and the evidence of his bliss is apparent for all to see. Thrusting, Naoya wishes he could go lay Elska on the bed or anywhere comfortable but seeing as the whole room has been drenched in Zenin blood, even areas of where Gojo sleeps, he's left to his own devices and the environment around them. "How do you want to do this baby?", he questions as if she could get words out, "What if Cho lays down?"
Choso raises an eyebrow, "You want me to get on the floor?", but doesn't really question why and just follows suit. The ceramic is cold against his back but that's hardly an issue as he watches Naoya caressing Elska while they remain standing.
Elska whimpers to how assertive her prince is being, "This is perfect.", and although she can see in Naoya's eyes that he's happy to see her happy, she also senses a fraction of his regret but reminds him, "My prince Naoya…"
This small yet significant moment that arises between them gives the Zenin more motivation to allow this. Elska's two sides blending more means her desires of the hybrid have become equally valid but even with that fact, she still reassures him of his place with her. The undeniable adoration they share for one another armors him as he begins first directing her to her knees, then over Choso.
When she sits on him, Choso writhes in ecstasy and is sending his hands upwards to grab a hold of her body. He pulls her against his chest, leaving wet trails of his disproportionate need for this along her neck and shoulder. They work together to create the perfect rhythm, his hips lifting and her pelvis surrendering to gravity. Elska suddenly cries out though which makes him open his eyes, but he gulps down nothing but air when he formulates what's occurred.
Naoya is carefully inching himself into her second entrance, gradually coaxing her body for intrusion. "My naughty princess…", he gasps out while watching his member disappear ever so slowly. As he works himself in, he can hear both her and Choso vocalize their appreciation to the stimulation, causing him to bite his lip with a furrowed brow.
Elska is overpowered by the two of them, completely damseled in the best of ways as they do to her what she desperately desires. The feeling of being so full, so stretched, so dominated by her turned, it sends her body reeling into felicity. She releases a wave of pheromones and moans to the sound of her turned endlessly inhaling and the look of absolute barbarism that takes over her hybrid forces her to relax completely. Naoya's quick to carry on, holding her throat again as he rolls his hips, slapping her rear again twice as his growl creeps through the room.
Choso's caught in the scent but doesn't hurry to move as even while he lies there, dazed by the wonderful aroma scratching at his instincts, the way her and Naoya are moving physically pleasure him regardless. 'Is that him I feel?', he wonders while she starts convulsing around him after Naoya sinks his fangs into Elska's shoulder. The blonde moans deeply to her flavor but the sight of her spilled blood furrows Choso's own brows, now feeling like he needs to taste her too. The increase of her arousal almost turns him on too much but as he's showing signs of his defeat, he can hear Naoya's voice inside of his head, "You better not blow your load in her, Cho!"
Naoya, after hearing the drabbles of incoherent thoughts within Choso, pulls Elska off of him but rearranges her in a way to where she can still service him orally. "He's about done baby.", he warns through hastened breaths while massaging her breasts and lowering to kiss her neck from behind.
Elska finds Choso through her fluttering lashes; the dampness of his skin making them cling together whenever her prince rams. One of Naoya's hands have snaked down between her legs, providing more stimulation than she may be able to handle as her voice ricocheting off the walls. Elska misses Satoru terribly but somehow Naoya is temporarily able to fill his shoes with these rough little antics and there's no denying that she's grateful for his unusually kinky treatment. She expects Choso to continue laying there but as she opens her mouth, he repositions to his knees and grips into her hair. Her jaw slacks open again when Naoya completely seats himself inside of her and whimpers when he drags his fangs along her back.
"I knew you liked that…", Choso tugs her upwards a little after referring to how Naoya's taking her. "You really liked it when I did it too.", he whispers, losing his mind when her pining expression fixates on him. Choso bends down the rest of the way and slides his tongue into her mouth, washing his hands across her breasts and lightly pinching her hardened buds. Elska's cries pick up again when Naoya resumes his fondling and with a whimper of his own, takes her sounds into himself. She stabilizes one hand onto his abdomen but he suddenly feels her other one stroking his length. Choso can't even hide his whimpers but they battle for superiority against Naoya's, who's pleasured grunts have evolved. "Please keep going Master…", he begs under his breath and into her lips, "…feels s'good..."
Naoya is feeling close to spent and is deciding on how he wants to do this. Deciding, he grabs her throat while Choso proceeds to rest their foreheads together, the being's face twisting from pleasure; soon hearing the hybrid come undone and discerns that he should do the same.
"Look at this butt…", Naoya rams his hips, "So hot…", now grinding against her while she folds herself into the tile, "So fucking stunning." Doubling over against her back to deliver his last few thrusts, Naoya bites her once more as his seed releases inside, wanting to gift her the euphoria of the indescribable sensations she makes him feel.
Elska gasps for air as everyone settles from the insanely delectable escapade. Naoya slowly backs out of her but she feels the evidence of his being there, gathered inside. When she looks up at Choso, the pure endearment he harbors quells her soul. His hands reach down to brush her unruly hair away but her head is forcefully but delicately turned to the left.
"Baby, was that alright? Are you alright?", Naoya inquires in between breaths, gently trailing his lips from her cheek to her own.
"Wooo...yes...yes I am..."
Snickering in response to Elska's satisfaction, Naoya gawks at the being, "So Cho, you're a handy-kind of man?", teasing his friend over the simplistic finish, albeit glad that it was only Elska's hand and not anything else. Choso obviously doesn't understand the joke but awkwardly replies, "Sure…I guess so?", and that brings Naoya to laughter.
Elska reaches for Naoya's hand and happily lets him pull her against his chest "I think you underestimate me now, my prince.", she orientates herself to finally be able to see him again and searches his beautiful amber eyes, "I could take on every single one of you."