Good Girls Gone Bad

by Alexa Nichols

  “You came a lot!” She giggled, her eyes widening. “And you know what? I was trying to be gentle so I didn’t hurt you, but I don’t fucking care anymore. I want you inside me,” Kira growled.

  “But I just came! I’m not-”

  Kira smiled.

  Kaito’s member twitched…

  Secrets

  “We need to talk,” Kira said softly as they cuddled afterward, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest. They had made love two more times after she made him explode in her mouth, and she was ridiculously sore down there. But it was worth it. So worth it. It was also risky, as they didn’t use protection. Again. She knew she was very fertile, and she honestly didn’t care. If she was going to have a baby, there was no one else she wanted to be its father.

  “That’s usually not a good thing for a girl to say, I heard.”

  Kira fought a grin and lost. “Well, it’s not like I’m breaking up with you or anything, so don’t worry about that. Things happened while you were unconscious. And…well…there’s things you don’t know about me. Things I haven’t been upfront about.”

  “You’re married.”

  “No.”

  “Dating someone else.”

  “No, idiot.”

  “Pregnant.”

  “No! Well, maybe, I don’t know. If I am, it’s yours – I haven’t had sex with anyone but you.” She laughed.

  “Then is it about all those strange creatures from your world invading ours?”

  Kira turned and met his eyes. “No, but how did you know they were from my world?”

  This time it was Kaito’s turn to smile. “Kind of hard to not notice. Same intense coloration, same basic cartoony look. And your father…”

  Kira nodded, resting her head back on his shoulder. “Yeah. My father. I wonder what’s going on with that situation.”

  “You never did tell me how I got here. What happened? And what are you trying to tell me?”

  Kira sighed, thinking furiously. Should she tell him everything? What would he do if he knew she just left her friends to fight her father? Left his best friend to die? Would he think less of her? Leave her? She couldn’t let that happen. She was too invested in him. She would die.

  “I brought you here,” she said slowly, closing her eyes and hoping he would leave it at that.

  But of course, he didn’t.

  “Kira. There’s something you’re not telling me. How did you deal with your father? And is Toshiro OK?”

  Kaito waited, dreading what she was about to say.

  “The other Morituri found me somehow and started fighting him and his creatures. I-I left with you. If I didn’t, you might have died. And speaking of death, there is still something I have to share with you. Something…that might change the way you look at me.”

  Kaito was about to say something in response, but it was cut short.

  Suddenly, they were not alone…

  Revelations

  Saya was the first to come in. Kira yelped in surprise as the tomboyish girl slammed the door open, striding into the room like she owned it. The other girls followed, none of them looking particularly hurt or ruffled.

  “You,” Saya said, a dangerous glint in her eye, “have some explaining to do.”

  Kira was on her feet in a flash, calling her magic to her, donning her clothes quickly as they floated to her piece by piece. She then planted her feet firmly on the ground and prepared to defend herself.

  “We’re not here to fight,” Keiko said crisply.

  “The hell I’m not here to fight, boss lady! She deserves a good ass-kicking for what she just put us through!”

  “If I hadn’t left when I did, Kaito would have died!” Kira cried out, her eyes flickering back and forth between their natural color and black.

  “But you’re one of us!” Saya countered, taking a large step towards her. “We’ve known you for years! You’ve known him for, what, a day? Not even that?”

  “I’ve known Kaito since I was a little girl!” Kira shouted, looking away from the hot-headed tomboy.

  Everyone in the room froze.

  Saya cocked her head and frowned. “Say what? How is that even possible?”

  Kira took a deep breath and looked down to the floor. “When I first met Kaito, it was shortly after my mother died, back when I was a little girl. I was practicing magic and had frequently snuck into my father’s library to study his more advanced books. I found volumes on realm traveling, and though I couldn’t understand the complexity of the spells, some of the material I could. I could decipher how to cast scrying spells, for example - spells that would enable me to look into other realms - but not much else. So I started observing other worlds, seeing what types of life forms they held. That was how I stumbled across this world, and Kaito.”

  Hana hopped on the bed next to Kaito and crossed her legs, leaning sideways and resting her head on his shoulder. Kira glared at the diminutive blonde, and she responded by sticking her tongue out and mouthing the word threesome.

  “Anyway,” Kira continued, ripping her eyes away from the tiny pervert and staring at the floor instead, “at first all I could do is watch him. For some reason, even back then, he fascinated me. I don’t know why. In the beginning, of course, it had to do with how different - yet similar - he looked in comparison to me. The need to communicate with him became an obsession, so I studied long and hard in the ways of magic. When I finally learned how to breach his world, the very first thing I did was leave him a note. And he wrote one back. We began regularly communicating this way. I wanted so badly to come here myself, but I didn’t have the power. So I was content with this for a bit.”

  Ayame smiled sweetly. “That’s actually romantic! And we thought you were single this entire time!”

  Kira shrugged. “Well, I was. We weren’t – couldn’t be – really together, so…all we had were our letters.”

  The room fell silent.

  “We didn’t get here by accident, did we?” Keiko asked, rubbing the scar on her face. Her skin was getting paler than it usually was, Kira noticed. She was about to have a vision.

  “No,” Kira said simply, taking a step towards their leader. “Keiko, are you OK?”

  “No,” Keiko said right before she crumpled to the ground, her consciousness leaving her...

  This time, her mother was nowhere to be found. Neither was the grassy field she appeared in last time. All that was around her now was chaos, confusion, and blood. So much blood.

  Her girls were dead. All of them. Hana, Ayame, Saya, and Kira. She was walking down a street in this world, a street decimated by war, and each step she took seemed more painful than the last. She was badly wounded. She was dying.

  It was all because of the Negori.

  And… something…someone else…

  She stopped walking.

  “Have you ever thought about the nature of your gift?” she heard her mother’s voice ask from behind.

  Keiko didn’t bother turning around. “Yes. Often. It started around the time you abandoned us.”

  “Keiko, I was sick. Sick with addiction. I had to leave. If I didn’t, I would have ruined your life,” her mother said softly, and Keiko could hear her footsteps drawing closer. Event through her pain a thought occurred to her: why did ghosts have footsteps? Why did they even walk?

  “Keiko, please try and understand. I was wrestling with a demon that was far stronger than I. Every day was a nightmare for me, and you, you were the only light in my life. Had I stayed, your light would have been snuffed out.”

  Furthermore, why would a ghost even need to walk? After all, if ghosts can just appear places or travel wherever they wished, why was it they made motions like walking to propel themselves forward? Was it a mockery of the life they once had? Maybe a way to comfort the living they haunt? Or perhaps-

  “Keiko, I am not asking for your forgiveness. I am not asking because I do not regret what I did. I did what was right. Look at me, please.”

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nbsp; Keiko heard something boom in the distance. A voice, but she couldn’t make out what it was saying. She focused on the sound, listening intently…

  Keiko snapped her eyes open and immediately heard the voice again.

  “Mistress Kira!”

  Everyone in the room jumped the disembodied voice that boomed in the room.

  “Imp!” Kira cried. “I can hear you! Where are you? And how are you talking to me?!”

  “I am still back in our world, mistress. I learned how to use the magic to communicate with you through your spell books. Mistress, time is short. The reason you were able to get to that world was because of the date – something the people in that world call Halloween, and our own Obon Festival, which this year occur at the exact same time. Time is different in our worlds, and never before have those holidays aligned.”

  “I know,” Kira said in a faint voice, causing the rest of the Morituri to look at her. “It was what I was gambling on. I had been planning this for a while now.”

  “Oh. Well,” Imp’s voice boomed, obviously flustered. “did you also know that once Halloween is over, your chance to return home is too? You, and everyone that came with you, will be stuck there forever.”

  The Morituri gasped. Kira went to Kaito’s side and took his hand. “I’m OK with that.”

  Keiko’s scar throbbed. It was happening. The end of the world was happening before her very eyes.

  “Mistress, it’s not that simple. The spell, which I think I can cast, by the way, does not open a portal. It pulls you all back. So, if I cast it, you will all come back, not just those who choose to.”

  “And if you don’t,” Kaito said finally, speaking up, “the creatures from your world will destroy ours.”

  “They already are, bud,” Toshiro announced grimly as he walked into the hospital room, bearing several cuts and bruises but otherwise looking unharmed. “I mean, have you looked out the window since you have been awake?”

  Kaito and Kira shared a look, both blushing deeply at the memories of just what they had been doing since he woke.

  “I take that as a no,” Toshiro sighed. “Look, old friend, we are losing. They are just too powerful for us. They have things like magic and monsters, and all we have is guns – which may or may not even hurt them.”

  “Oh, trust me, they can hurt us,” Kira said as she rubbed the leg she was shot at.

  “Still though,” Toshiro pressed, “we do not stand a chance. They are still coming through. I have seen it with my own eyes. Anime characters are just stepping out of thin air. They take one look at all the mayhem around them and just join in, not thinking twice about why they are attacking us. It is chaos.”

  Kira slowly let go of Kaito’s hand and sat in the visitor’s chair, slumping down and placing her head in between her knees as she often did when she was extremely bothered by something. She had to think. She had dreamed of being with Kaito ever since she was a little girl, had studied so hard to find a way to make it happen. And she gambled so much to make it here, though she didn’t plan on bringing everyone else with her.

  “Mistress?” Imp’s voice boomed once again, causing her to flinch.

  “Just cast the spell already!” Saya snapped, crossing her arms. “Fuck getting her permission first!”

  “I only answer to one person, mistress Saya, and that person is not you,” Imp replied indignantly.

  Everyone turned and looked at Kira.

  “I’m sorry guys, but I can’t. I can’t just leave Kaito. I’ve wanted to be with him my entire life, and I can’t just let him go now. Imp, don’t cast that spell. I’m staying here.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Saya spat as she walked towards the young redhead. Keiko reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her. And then walked towards the young redhead herself.

  Kira looked up as the leader of the Morituri approached her. “I’m staying, Keiko. My mind is made up. Please don’t try and talk me out of it.”

  “I’m not,” Keiko said, shaking her head. She sat down next to the startled redhead, crossing her legs and resting her head against the wall. “In fact, I fully support your decision. And I understand.”

  Saya tossed her hands in the air and walked away, muttering under her breath.

  “Hey, Kaito,” Hana said, a grin spreading across her face. “Since we’re staying, do you need a mistress? I’m available. Just wanted to put that in your head.”

  Toshiro laughed. “How are you so lucky?”

  “I don’t want to be with Kaito,” Ayame said to Toshiro, moving some of her long purple hair away from her eyes, “but are you single?”

  Toshiro covered his nose, convinced at that moment that he was going to shoot out blood - even though he was real and not an anime character.

  “Are you all going insane?” Saya snapped, causing everyone in the room to turn and look at her. “We are all going to die here! This world is going to be ripped to ribbons! Don’t any of you care about that?!”

  “Of course we care, Saya,” Keiko said in her typical no-nonsense voice, “but this is for love, something so few of us Morituri get to experience due to our…conditions. Regardless of our personal beliefs, we cannot make Kira chose one way or another. If she is willing to sacrifice this world and its inhabitants for love, who are we to get in her way?”

  Saya blinked. She was speechless. Was she the only one with her sanity intact?

  Kira raised her head and looked at her lover. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, likely lost in his own thoughts. Saya was right. There really was nothing to think about. She had to leave him. After all they had done, had been through, she had to go. If she didn’t, his world, and everyone in it, would be destroyed.

  “You know what you have to do,” Keiko said in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “but it is your choice. It has to be. We can’t make it for you.”

  Kira nodded.

  And then she cried.

  She had made her choice…

  Of Ribbons and Tears

  Imp’s voice boomed once again throughout the room. “Mistress, the time is nearing! You only have a few more minutes to change your mind if that is what you wish!”

  Kira steeled herself and got to her feet, walking over to Kaito. “I don’t want to do this.”

  Kaito nodded, his eyes finally meeting hers. “I don’t want you to do this.”

  “But I have to.”

  “I know,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Will I ever see you after this?”

  Kira began to break down all over again, but fought it. “I…don’t know…”

  He grabbed Kira’s hand and took her to the corner of the room. “Kira, what if you’re - you know-”

  Kira looked at him confused. “What if I’m what?”

  “What if you’re pregnant?” He said as low as he could.

  Kira stared up at him, her large anime eyes sparkling. “Then I will raise her and tell her of you every day.”

  “Her?”

  Kira blushed and looked down to the floor. “I’ve always wanted a girl.”

  He reached out and pulled her to him, hugging her, and she responded in kind.

  “Look, Kira, I know this is probably really stupid, but I’m not giving up on us. I have to believe that someday, somehow, we’ll be together again. Please don’t give up on us.” It sounded lame to his ears, but then, he was never good with words. And the lump in his throat was making it difficult to speak, just as the lump in his chest was making it difficult to breathe.

  Kira began blinking rapidly, her eyes focused on the floor. She reached up to her hair and pulled a small bright red ribbon from its depths.

  “I want…I want you to have this…and…and…I’m never going to give up on us!”

  She dropped the ribbon before Kaito had a chance to take it and ran out of the room, crying.

  And then the room filled with a slight buzzing sensation, which gradually turned into an intense vibration, and in the space between heartbeats,
the Morituri, and everyone else from their world, vanished…

  An Unexpected Visitor

  “I do not mind working in a bakery,” Toshiro moaned, “and it is appreciated how you were able to get me this job, but…I am still not used to this schedule,” Toshiro whined as he gathered his ingredients for his project.

  “It’s only 2:30 in the morning. You’ve been working here almost two weeks now, and you’re still complaining about the hours? You don’t moan on payday,” Kaito said just a little too gleefully.

  “Shut up. I hate you. Where are the Spring Onions?”

  “Spring Onions? Oh yeah, you’re making those pinwheel scones today, aren’t you? Sucks to be you.”

  “What are you making, coffee custard strips, right? I’ll bet I can finish my project before you finish yours. Loser has to snort their multivitamin tomorrow.”

  “Ha! You’re on!”

  “Kaito! You have a visitor!” their boss Mr. Hirabayashi yelled back to him. Kaito looked towards Toshiro, who shrugged his shoulders and continued looking for his ingredients.

  Kaito washed his hands quickly and made his way to the front. Who would come visit him at two in the morning? It had been over two weeks since the incident with Kira and her people, and Tokyo had been a frenzy of rebuilding. Its people seemed to have put the incident behind them entirely, speaking very little of it, and the occurrence itself was covered up from worldwide exposure by the Japanese government, which claimed it was a military exercise that went awry. People bought it.

  But Tokyo’s people knew better. It was an invasion. One that was only detoured by him losing the love of his life. What made it even worse for Kaito was there was something she was going to tell him before she left, something about death, something important. He remembered her words verbatim.

  “...and speaking of death, there is still something I have to share with you. Something…that might change the way you look at me.”