章節 1037: 51
051 - Dawn of the Fifth Day (Rinlya Side)
Illyasviel von Einzbern
I wake up feeling warm and comfy, with Rin's soft breasts still pressed against my back and her arms still wrapped around me. What catches me a bit more by surprise is the second set of breasts my head is buried into and the hand on the back of my head, firmly keeping it there.
My hands are also holding a shapely waist, warm and bare. I recognize it, I've wrapped my arms around it before, though never without clothes getting in the way. It seems like Berserker felt like joining us in bed and decided that clothing was optional this one time. Maybe she got jealous of Rin?
A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
I wiggle between the two warm bodies until I find the most optimal snuggling position before letting out a long-drawn sigh of contentment. This is something I would've never dreamt of having back with the Einzbern. Back there, the most I could aspire to was Liz maybe managing to sneak into my room once in a blue moon… and we always had to be very mindful about getting caught.
There's no threat of 'disciplinary measures' looming over me to ruin this. Here, I can feel safe, I can feel nice…
I can also feel kind of frisky, but that's nothing new and Rin said no hanky panky, so I can keep my hands to myself. Especially when that might not be a figure of speech at all, Berserker is more than capable of ripping my arms off if I try something funny with her.
I'd like to enjoy this a bit longer, maybe fall asleep again, but I want to check on Liz and Sella even more. Everything seems to indicate they'll be fine after a good night's sleep, but I can't help worrying about them. There's something in the whole idea of the two of them trying to fight off an invading Servant that just… unsettles me.
Lancer had them dead by rights and they're only still alive because he didn't consider them a real threat. I need to see them up and about as soon as possible, if only to reassure myself they're indeed alright. That and they haven't seen me since I left them behind to try and fight Onii-chan to the death. They must be worried too.
…
Is this how the one left behind feels? Man, this could've been a moment of epiphany about the value of coming back home alive for those waiting for you there, if only I could picture Acht-jii worrying about me at all.
With a snort of amusement at the ridiculous mental picture, I slip away from the warm and welcoming bodies keeping me safe and comfy. I barely even shiver in pleasure as their bare skin rubs against mine. Hell, I mostly held back the temptation to rub my crotch against Berserker's knee on my way out.
Berserker opens one eye to throw me an unamused half-glare, but that's about as far as her reaction goes. Sending a burst of long-suffering amusement and lazy annoyance, she… Returns to her astral form to join my side without having to get out of bed, leaving Rin alone in the bed to sleep in peace.
I can only shake my head in incredulity because damn, that's lazy.
Turning around to quietly leave the bedroom, I— Wait, that wasn't just Rin in the bed.
Now that I'm paying attention, I notice tiny tanned arms wrapped around her waist. Since she's so small, I have to tilt my body sideways to clearly see Archer's body hidden behind Rin's, sticking to her Master's back like the world's cutest limpet.
Naked too, the strange white tattoos covering her body in clear display. Not that I'm complaining, but did someone decide this bed is now a no-clothes area when I wasn't looking or something? I certainly didn't force anyone to follow my example.
… I'm stalling.
Taking another deep breath, I quietly leave the room, softly closing the door behind me to find the room where we set Liz and Sella to sleep. It's not actually their room, because Sella insists they sleep in the servant quarter, but I wanted to have them close by tonight. Also, it's dumb to have them sleeping on the other side of the mansion when there's literally nobody else living here.
But good luck talking sense into Sella.
Now, some might imply that I reached some… panicked and hasty assumptions when I noticed their bedroom's door ajar. Those nebulous 'some' might even go so far as to insinuate a bit of franticness in my person, involving running and doors slammed open and whatnot.
Now, and this is important, you need to realize that… Whoever said that is a lying liar who lies. And nobody saw me anyway. Except a certain oversized cat, but you shouldn't be listening to cats of any size anyway.
I was perfectly calm and collected as I made my way to the lower floors following the scent of delicious confectionery. There wasn't a hair out of place and nor was I out of breath in the slightest.
I didn't trip on the last step of the stairs either, and most definitely didn't roll my way into the kitchen, only to be stopped by my head impacting against a hard wooden cabinet.
"Ouch."
"Good morning, Illya-sama." Sella's voice greets me, her eyes never leaving the bowl in her arms, where she's stirring something with a metal whisk. "Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes."
"Uh…" I drink in the sight maybe a bit more than what's polite, barely holding back tears of relief. "Good morning?"
As I speak, I'm carefully examining her face, her poise and her appearance, putting to good use my upbringing as a merciless social predator trained to spot weakness in others. Is there an imbalance in her makeup that might indicate a hidden wound or bruise? Tension around her eyes hinting at a hidden grimace? Is her stance favoring a leg over the other? Her breath labored? Are her eyes properly focused?
Usually, she would chastise me for staring, but her only reaction today is an arched eyebrow.
"May I suggest a quick morning bath while it gets done and maybe wearing some clothes?"
"Sorry!" The pitch of her voice gets an apology out of me before I can even process them, my stance straightening without conscious input as I process her words and realize I've walked butt naked into the fun police. If my pale complexion has one advantage, that's how well it hides it when blood leaves my face. "I was just so worried and I… kind of… forgot?"
"And what was Illya-sama doing that required her to be without a stitch of clothing in the first place? Good grief…" Sella tuts in disapproval, but there's no heat behind her voice. Her expression softens, and she continues in a kinder tone. "There's a clear set of clothes spread on your bed. Do try to get ready in a timely fashion, Leysritt has been strangely pumped up about making breakfast, I have no doubt she'll pout if it gets cold before you can try it."
"I will!" I agree quickly, taking the excuse to leave her presence before she can change her mind and ground me for the rest of my life. "Say good morning to Liz for me!"
I can't help a wide smile as I climb the stairs on my way back. Sella is alright! And I couldn't see Liz, but there's no way Sella would be acting like nothing's wrong if she'd got hurt either, so she has to be fine too!
Is it me or does today look like a fine day?
"Good Morning."
The somewhat sleepy greeting as I walk past Rin's bedroom makes me turn towards the door, from where Archer is slowly walking out while rubbing her eyes. Still naked as the day she was born.
That visage fills me with… conflicting feelings. On the one hand, I'd be the last person in the world to hold someone's youthful appearance against someone mentally older than they look. On the other hand, Archer herself has never shown any interest in that sort of fun and her body is even younger than mine. While the endearing scene this morning shows clearly that she enjoys the intimacy of human contact, that has nothing to do with sex and I'm rather doubtful she's even capable of arousal.
And that's kind of where I draw the line. A low bar, I know, but put yourself in my shoes.
"Good morning, Archer-chan." I answer with a smile, bending my knees slightly to get on eye level with her and maybe shamelessly enjoying the feeling of looking like the older one in the interaction for once. "Wanna take a bath with me while the breakfast gets done?"
Archer's fists lower from her face, her head tilting cutely to the side as her crimson eyes study me with curiosity. After blinking a couple of times, she nods solemnly, offering me a hand to hold. Taking it without squeeing, pinching her cheeks or otherwise acting like one of those idiots who can't handle a cuteness overdose is a bit of a challenge.
… What? Just because I have a(n un)healthily active libido doesn't mean I'm only about the sex, you know?
Still, I wonder how the visage of two naked girls holding hands as they walk down a luxurious corridor would look to an outside observer, especially when our skin tones contrast so much.
Tohsaka Rin
I wake up to the morning sun slipping past the window binders to hit me straight in the face. Like every other morning in living memory, this one starts with inintelligible and vaguely rude mutterings as my face scrunches up, already closed eyes trying their best to close harder. This is immediately followed by the ritual face-in-pillow burial, a doomed attempt to delay… everything.
I'm not what one would call… a morning person.
The sunlight clarity stabs my eyes like a thousand needles, my body feels like the weight of the world is pressing it down, my brain works sluggishly and without aim… and it feels like something thorny and ugly curled up in the back of my head, to growl at any thought process that wanders too close.
No, I'm very much not a morning person.
What I am though, is stubborn to a fault. So I push past the very reasonable complaints of my body and mind to drag myself out of the sheets and get up instead of… I don't know, crawl into the basement and go back to sleep somewhere nothing and no one will disturb me.
Opening my eyes is a struggle. Keeping them open, a feat of willpower. Finally, after much blinking, grumbling, eye-rubbing and other unflattering behavior, I manage to actually see through them.
That's when I notice this isn't my bedroom, which if swiftly followed by noticing my state of undress. Memories of the past night rush to the fore of my mind as I feel all my blood rush to my face. Any trace of sluggishness of mind or body disappears as I hastily cover myself with the bedsheet and take a look around.
I'm alone in the room, with Illya nowhere to be seen, though the damp towel she was wearing when she came in still lies in a corner of the room, alongside the black shirt I had intended to use as bedclothes today.
A mortified whine leaves my lips as I cover my face. What the hell was I thinking yesterday?
Well, I was thinking that I was exhausted and our victory against Lancer hardly felt like a victory when I had lost my home in the fight and I wanted a hug and the comfort of someone close for the night, and then Illya had stripped and strutted past me, showing off her petite body and hypnotic asscheeks as she got into my bed and refused to leave.
I'm still a healthy teenager with her own urges, okay? It was a moment of weakness!
At least my clothes are still neatly folded in the chair where I left them yesterday and my bond with Archer radiates cheerful contedness from somewhere close by, so she's fine too. That's something, at least.
Honestly, at the moment I just want to continue my life and forget this whole deal for a few hours. To go to school and act like the model student that I most definitely am not, like I've been doing my whole life. Something familiar, comfortable, that lets me pretend for a while that all this Grail War business never happened, that I won't find a still-smoking ruin if I try to go back home.
… Wait!
There's a spark of panic as the implications sink in. This isn't my home and I don't have my alarm clock here! I have no idea what time it is or how late I may or may not be to school and–!
Before I can do something hysterical and no doubt idiotic, though, those feelings are swiftly smothered by a thick wave of being done with that shit.
I collapse back into the pillow with another groan.
I have more pressing things to worry about than keeping my perfect school attendance record. Yesterday we fought and took down a monster. Maybe the first Servant to fall in this war. My ancestral home was destroyed beyond repair and I'm now relying on the generosity of someone that's technically an irreconcilable enemy to even put a roof over my head.
Yes, school doesn't seem that much of a big deal anymore.
… I'm taking a shower, then I'm stuffing my face with all the expensive stuff that Illya no doubt has stashed away in the larder.
Preferably chocolate.
I wonder if her maids know how to bake? I would kill for a Chocolate Overkill Omnicide about now.
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