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Nene was used to being ambushed when she arrived at the girls' restroom on the third floor of the old school building. On a daily basis, she had to be prepared to walk into the arms of her overly excited ghostly companion. So when she entered the bathroom that day, the tight embrace didn't surprise her in the least.
What did surprise her, though, was the sight of a seemingly struggling Hanako on the ground, a look of urgency clear across his features.
But if Hanako was there, then who was…?
"Nene-chan!" Tsukasa squealed with a nuzzle to her cheek. "We've been waiting for you!"
Still working to catch up to the situation, Nene failed to utter anything coherent, instead stuttering broken words as she looked between the two twins. "I-I… Tsukasa-kun…? What are…? Hanako-kun?" Finally registering some kind of grasp of the scene, Nene's eyes widened. "Hanako-kun!"
She tried rushing to him. Tried to see if she could help. But instead, gasped harshly as she was pulled back by Tsukasa's arms.
Cheeks puffed and brows furrowed, he held her in place. "How mean! You get to see Amane every day! Aren't you excited to see me at all?" he pouted.
No answer came. Just a series of floundering grunts and her panicked voice as Nene fought to escape the grip keeping her from getting to Hanako.
Against the strength of her supernatural captor, however, she had no hope of winning. Tsukasa simply blinked at the girl, holding her under her arms as if she was nothing more than a toddler throwing a fit. With a thoughtful hum, he switched his gaze from her to Hanako and back to her again, trying to figure out why Nene would be behaving in such a manner.
When a thought suddenly came to him, his eyes lit up. "Oooohh! I get it!" he shouted gleefully. Excited grin stretched wide across his face, Tsukasa spun Nene around to face him, bringing her attempts to get away to a halt. "You wanna play too, don't you!"
Nene stared at Tsukasa's enthusiastic expression, confused at the unexpected invitation. It only lasted a moment, though, falling when a muffled voice frantically called out from behind her.
Hanako was barely visible out of Nene's periphery when she turned her head back. However, she was just able to catch the wriggling of his body flopping about on the bathroom floor as he futilely tried to yell out to them.
"Hmph," Tsukasa huffed out. "Number 1 can talk again."
A gasp replaced the muffled cries as Nene whipped her head back to Tsukasa. "Number 1…?"
"Leave her alone, Tsukasa!" Hanako finally shouted, a bit breathless.
Tsukasa groaned at the instruction. "You're no fun, Amane! She's just gonna play a game with us!" He looked back at Nene, thinking for a moment. "Guess we'll have to change the rules a bit, though." Almost immediately, his typical smile returned as he released her, patting the top of her head. "Be a good girl and stay right here for a second, okay?" he said before floating over to the wall.
"Tsukasa!" Hanako barked, glaring at his brother who had pulled a slip of paper from somewhere and was holding it flat against the wall as he drew something on it.
Finally free to move about a bit, Nene turned to Hanako to see him lying on the ground. His arms were tucked behind his back and his legs refused to separate. Every movement seemed to be more and more restrained. It was as if he had been tied up, though you couldn't tell just from a glance. No ropes. No chains. Nothing.
"Here, Nene-chan!”
She jumped as a piece of paper was suddenly shoved in her face.
Completed with his task, Tsukasa stood beside Nene, holding out his creation. "This one's yours!" he cheered. Before she could accept it, the boy dropped it for her to scramble to catch while he rushed over to his brother. "And this one's for you, Amane!" The second piece of paper fluttered to the ground in front of Hanako, who just glared up at Tsukasa. When Hanako made no move to retrieve it, Tsukasa giggled. "Oh yeah! I'll take the other one now," he said, reaching down.
From her spot just near the entrance, Nene could just see Tsukasa plucking yet another slip of paper from Hanako's person, this one wrinkled and abused. As soon as it had been lifted from him, his body loosened – his arms sliding to his sides and his legs relaxing. And in the next second, he was in front of Nene, his back to her as he stretched an arm out protectively, his other grabbing for his knife.
"No more games ," Hanako said sternly, brandishing his weapon in the direction of Tsukasa's back.
No response.
A bit more forceful, Hanako demanded his brother's attention. "Tsukasa!"
Almost too quiet to hear, Tsukasa's voice dripped with the ooze of that unwaveringly cruel smile. "The king should point his weapon at the queen," he purred, still facing away.
For a split second, the two were confused at what they thought was some kind of a cryptic riddle. But when Hanako twirled around to wield his knife just inches from Nene's throat, everything became apparent.
The blade glinted in the early evening light, dyed red as it filtered through the stained glass window. Nene was more than familiar with Hanako's weapon, but the point being aimed at her? That was completely new, the shock of it freezing her in place as she saw an even rarer sight: a fearful Hanako. What little color that did tint Hanako's face drained from it completely. Even his eyes, wide and afraid, lacked their vivid amber luster. The ironic idiom "white as a ghost" didn't begin to cover the dread evident across his face.
It was only natural that a tremble would take hold of Nene in such a situation. Regardless, though, Hanako couldn't keep himself from a rushed explanation. "N-no, Yashiro…! This isn't…! I wouldn't--"
Cutting off his rambled attempts, Tsukasa snickered as he made his way past Hanako, taking a place behind Nene. "Lucky I tucked your new card into your pocket before you forgot it, eh, Amane~?"
Hanako growled at the smirk in his brother's voice.
Finally, Nene piped up, despite the fear that was clearly instilled in her. "Is this... the king's game…?" she whispered.
For a moment, a look of something resembling shame crossed Hanako's face, but it was quickly interrupted by Tsukasa's gleeful answer. "Something like that!" He took her wrists into his hands, waving them about playfully as he continued. "Amane and I were playing by ourselves a bit ago, but now that you're here I changed the rules juuuust a bit!" Avoiding the knife still pointed at her, Tsukasa stretched Nene's arm out to point at Hanako. "Amane has the king card," then to herself, "Nene-chan has the queen," and finally back to Tsukasa, "and I have the joker!"
Nene shook her head. "I don't understand," she started. "The king's game doesn't use those cards. This doesn't match the rules at all…!"
"Sure it does! Because there's only one rule now!" Tsukasa's voice lowered as he took Nene's chin and turned her to look at him. "The joker's in charge~"
"DON'T TOUCH HER!”
The two snapped their eyes over to the source of the outburst: an absolutely seething Hanako whose once terrified expression had been completely replaced with a look of bloodlust that matched his knife-wielding pose. There was a clear tremor in his arm as he resisted his instruction to aim his weapon at Nene, trying his utmost to shift the point toward Tsukasa. Of course, with the curious gaze on the younger twin's face, it was obvious how little the threat meant to him.
To Nene's surprise, Tsukasa did remove his hands from her. There was no sense of urgency as he did so, simply dropping his arms to his sides as an easy smile slithered across his cheeks. "Then you should, Amane!"
That simmering air faltered at Tsukasa's words, the cracks of unease sneaking through as Hanako braced himself. "Tsukasa… don't," he warned.
But his brother was already bouncing with excitement. "You want to, don't you?! You've thought about it, right?!"
"Tsukasa!"
There was little Nene could do as the two went back and forth, simply opting to follow their conversation with her gaze. But she could only stay quiet for so long, eventually looking to Hanako and reaching to hold onto his sleeve. Why, especially when that same sleeve had a blade pointed at her? Maybe she had grown accustomed to the specter standing between her and danger at every turn… Now, when he couldn't, perhaps it was agitating the nerves bubbling in her stomach. And for a moment, as Hanako's burning amber eyes cooled upon seeing her, Nene felt a small sense of calm.
Just for a moment, though.
In the next, Tsukasa was at Hanako's ear, voice smooth as he whispered, "It's okay, Amane. I'll grant your wish."
Fear returned to Hanako's eyes as he shuddered. "No…" he whimpered. "Don't make me do this--"
" The king should stop holding back now ."
A terrible clang rang out in the bathroom as the metal of Hanako's blade bounced against the floor. He couldn't be bothered to properly sheath the knife, not when every ounce of emotion he'd ever felt for the girl in front of him had started to gather in his gut, twisting and swelling and filling him completely.
Hanako grabbed at his chest. At his head. Wrapped his arms around his stomach. He felt everything all at once and it was clawing through his insides, ready to tear him to shreds if he didn't do something soon…
"Hanako-kun!"
Oh… that voice… her voice… Even panicked, it was like a melody — a leitmotif for the butterflies in his stomach that appeared when she got close. He wondered what it would sound like if he reached out and just… touched… just a little…
The room spun as Hanako took a step forward. He nearly toppled over. He would have toppled over… if not for the stability he'd found in wrapping his hands on either side of Nene's face.
"Yashiro, I…" he trailed off, lost in the blur of thoughts rushing through his mind. Snapshots of what he wanted fought with what he shouldn't want and battled with what he was doing. There she was. Stubborn and hopeless and reckless and flawed and… perfect, despite it all.
He wanted it. Wanted her . There was no denying that. Running from it had proven too troublesome time and again, so he'd resorted to hiding it instead. But with one little sentence from Tsukasa, he was being yanked out into the spotlight. And Nene was sitting right in front of center stage.
But maybe he could still draw the curtain.
Unconsciously, Hanako rubbed his thumb over Nene's cheek and he sucked in a gasp at the feel of her skin. Warm and silky and enticing and… "Yashiro, go. Now," he commanded, focusing on the movements of his body so that it didn't go rogue in any other way.
Much to the specter's frustration, Nene remained in her spot, simply blinking at him with those big pretty eyes. "But--" she started.
"Please!" Hanako shouted, hoping to prevent himself from losing everything to her voice. "If you don't get away, I… I don't think I can…"
A shock slipped up his spine, giving him a pointed reminder of the command his brother had given him. Between the crackle of the altered King's Game coursing through him and the feel of Nene's velvety skin under his palms, Hanako very nearly gave in, catching himself just a moment before he'd leaned in to capture her lips. But now she was so close. So tantalizingly close that he couldn't hold back a pained groan.
And Nene gasped.
And Hanako felt her breath.
And everything in him shattered.
Every ounce of resistance. Every little voice that had been telling him to stay away. Every logical thought and conscious effort to protect her. All were swept away by the flood of desire that had been amplified by Tsukasa's command, being hopelessly buried under the wreckage of their lips crashing together.
Hanako pulled her closer, closer, closer, all smacking lips and wet hunger interwoven with mumbles of, "Need more," and, "Can't stop," and, "I'm so sorry."
Somewhere, Hanako could hear Tsukasa chuckling in the background, enjoying the show. But he was miles away. Barely even a fly on the wall as far as Hanako was concerned. For all he knew, the bathroom could have been filled with people and he'd still notice only Nene.
Nene, whose lips were plush and pillowy and softer than he could have ever been prepared for.
Nene, whose voice was light and airy and sweet even in small bursts and whimpers.
Nene, who--
"-- should touch the King and make him feel good ."
Suddenly, Tsukasa was a lot closer. Hanako's eyes shot open to see his twin just behind Nene, holding his hand up to her ear.
Painfully familiar golden eyes slid over to grin devilishly at Hanako and, oh, how he wanted to growl at his brother. To snarl at him for daring to get that close to his assistant. Yet, all he could muster was a quick glare before he felt Nene go rigid.
Both of them squealed when she palmed over Hanako's groin, his shriek followed by an ecstatic gasp as she continued. "Hanako-kun! I-I'm sorry! My hand just--"
“N-no, no, I know, Yashiro… Just--h-haah…”
As the sigh left his lips, Nene watched him curiously. What was that expression? The more her hand brushed over him, growing bulge becoming more and more prominent by the second, the further his brows knit together. The more his jaw slackened. The deeper his cheeks flushed. Hanako's breathing had become so labored, Nene thought she could see puffs of steam rolling off his tongue.
And she was barely even doing anything to him.
Sure, her hand was… there… but separated by fabric, she couldn't really do much. Yet somehow, there he was, melting under her touch.
But before he could completely turn into a puddled mess, Hanako grabbed Nene's wrists and pushed her to the floor in a rather rough manner.
Upon hitting the ground, Nene squeaked, more a reactionary noise than one of pain. She looked up and saw a curtain of choppy locks hiding Hanako's expression, but the trembling grip he had on her arms put enough nerves in her stomach to not want to see the face he might have been wearing. "H-Hanako-kun…?" she whispered.
For a moment, he heaved a few more shaky breaths. "Too much…" he finally muttered. "If you keep going, I… I'll lose it…"
Though faint, Nene could hear it. That small hint of fear and regret that made him seem so small and vulnerable, even as he pinned her to the floor. Faced with such a heart wrenching tone, Nene couldn't find her words.
Someone else could, though.
"But that's the fun part!” Tsukasa chirped. "When you lose it, I mean!" Nene felt Hanako's hands grip her wrists tighter at his brother's words. "And if it wasn't for that supernatural strength, you would have stopped holding back when I told you to," he pouted. "Whatever, though. It's not like I don't have other ways to play!"
And suddenly, Nene was engulfed in a fog of swirling blackness, finding herself sitting in Tsukasa's lap in the split second after.
The shock of being transported from under Hanako to sitting on the windowsill had Nene reeling, her forced change of view making her dizzy. One second, she was peering up at Hanako's obscured face, the next, she could see his entire body twisting around to take in the sight of her in his brother's arms.
"Amane, stay ," Tsukasa commanded, as if Hanako was his hunting dog. "You're only allowed to come over here if you're gonna play nice and touch Nene-chan." With the way the elder twin froze, his eyes glaring flustered daggers at Tsukasa, Nene guessed this King's Game went beyond roles. If it could even be called that anymore. At this point, it was just Tsukasa's Game.
Nene stayed stock still in Tsukasa's lap, unsure of what was expected of her. Soon enough, though, a pair of bony thumbs dug into the muscle above her shoulder blades and she was easing down a bit, posture relenting to his touch.
As she slumped further down, Tsukasa giggled. "That's it," he soothed. "Just relax, Nene-chan~" One of his hands moved to rub circles at the nape of her neck and she felt his nose nuzzle against the side of her head before whispering, "I'm not here to hurt you."
A short hum was all Nene could muster in response, too preoccupied with the mesmerizing relief she felt in her muscles. Somewhere in front of her, she thought she could hear someone calling her name. Poor thing sounded panicked. It was unfortunate. Heavy-lidded eyes blurred everything before her and the song of Tsukasa's whispers filled her ears like cotton.
"Not gonna hurt me…" In a sleepy drawl, Nene repeated what she heard, looking for confirmation.
"That's right," Tsukasa responded, still right next to her ear. "I wanna make you feel good~"
"Make me… feel good…" Again, Nene could hear that faroff shouting. Certainly, there was someone familiar trying to reach out to her.
Before she could ponder on the sounds further, Nene felt a warm pressure between her legs, not unsimilar to the fingers that had been dancing about her shoulders moments ago.
"Like this~" Tsukasa purred, stirring his hand against her underwear.
In another moment, another consciousness, Nene would have recoiled in embarrassment at the cracked sigh she breathed out. But in that moment, in that consciousness, she was all too accepting of the heat blooming in her core, simply leaning back against Tsukasa while her mouth fell open to welcome airy gasps.
When his fingers swirled around even faster, Nene spread her legs open further in approval, giving Tsukasa the space he needed to reach around the bridge of her panties, making direct contact with her folds. The chill of his slender digits was more of a pleasure than Nene would have expected, though she did suck in a gulp of air at the initial touch.
As the specter twirled and twisted his hand over that little bundle of nerves, Nene's hips twitched and shuddered. It only took a couple quick jerks of her body to make Tsukasa's cheery giggles start back up. "It's fun, right, Nene-chan~!"
Only a breathy gasp left her lips as she bucked into his hand. An adequate answer, as far as Tsukasa was concerned.
"And you're so wet…!" he commented, as if perplexed by it. "Amane, look how wet she is!"
And he did look.
Rather, he had been looking.
There wasn't a moment that he'd stopped looking.
Hanako had called out her name over and over again with no luck, Nene's dazed eyes looking right through everything as if she wasn't even there. And when she'd responded to Tsukasa's invasive touch, a pit of something began to simmer in Hanako's gut.
How dare he drag Nene into his twisted games without a second thought? How dare he get so shamelessly close to her? How dare he touch her as if he'd done it a thousand times before?
And how dare he make it so incredible to watch?
Those usually large and vivid eyes were sleepy and accepting, pretty in a completely different way than Hanako had come to know. Her lips framed her mouth that hung open in such a way that made Hanako want to scoop them up with his own again. And, oh, how her entire being quivered as she was played with, each rattle of her body accompanied by an endearing bleat.
She was beautiful.
She was tantalizing.
She was right there.
As soon as the thought hit him, Hanako felt that eerie tightening in his muscles pushing him to obey his brother's instructions. To stop holding back.
Restraining himself, Hanako grit his teeth, a labored growl escaping as he fought to keep himself on the ground. If he rose to his feet, he feared they would take him right to Nene, otherwise.
Right across the room, to where Tsukasa sat watching Hanako and looking quite unamused. His older brother's need to be responsible and well-behaved was getting in the way, as usual.
It was obvious how badly Hanako wanted Nene. The knit of his brow, the taut grimace, and the hesitation of every move made it so apparent how hard he was fighting. But what was the point of doing all that? Tsukasa had no idea. If this girl was what Hanako wanted, then why keep her at a distance?
Well, he supposed it wouldn't matter soon…
Gently, Tsukasa nuzzled the crook where Nene's neck met her shoulder, taking a deep inhale. He waited, listening to her breath for just the right time. And when that time finally arrived, he bit down into the softness of her shoulder, his hand circling even faster between her legs.
" Ts-Tsukasa-kun !" Nene squealed, her voice a satisfying blend of shock and ecstasy. Just the sound was enough to make him hum, pleased as he sucked at her skin. "Tsuka-haah…" She leaned back once again, her head tilting to the side as if to ask him for more–to ask him to keep his mouth attached to her shoulder.
However, it was a short-lived pleasure as the two were suddenly pried apart.
Hanako made quick work of the situation. Gripping Tsukasa by the neck of his kimono, he quickly threw him aside. He didn't care where, as long as it was away .
As for Nene… There was no doubt that Hanako had lost to the King's Game as he kneeled over her, straddling her lap as he pushed her against the stained glass window. His hands grasped either side of her face, tugging her into a ravenous and messy kiss.
In the spaces between where their lips met, Hanako muttered to her, "Don't say his name like that. Don't say anyone else's name like that."
Daze thoroughly shattered, Nene's eyes were wide open, though it did little good in actually seeing Hanako with his proximity. And he seemed to only try to get even closer, pressing against her body until her back could feel the chill of the window glass through her clothes. There was little she could do other than grip the ledge she sat upon, gasping when Hanako was generous enough to move in such a way that allowed her to.
Apparitions didn't need air. Apparitions didn't need to breathe. He could preoccupy his lips with hers for as long as it pleased him. Humans, though, were obviously different.
Soon enough, Nene was whimpering under him, doing her utmost to break away from his mouth for even just a second of air. But, oh, how those sounds of hers spurred Hanako onward, his own moans meeting her voice in the mesh of their lips.
"You must really like Nene-chan if you're willing to suffocate her just for a kiss, Amane."
He blinked. Tsukasa's voice was playful but low, aggravatingly amused. And aggravatingly right.
When Hanako pulled himself away, Nene almost choked on the air she sucked in. In her attempt to regain her breathing, she barely noticed that the specter had moved on to devouring her neck, a trembling mess of apologies and desperate sucking. "Y-Yashiro, I'm—mmph—I'm so sorry… I can't sto—mmn—I c-can't…" He trailed off as he placed his palm flat against the window behind Nene, gaining some leverage as his other hand firmly held the side of her face.
And lightheaded and panting, Nene let him. Perhaps due, in no small part, to the pulse between her legs with every moaned grunt and pleased sigh against her shoulder.
The sensations had her squeezing her thighs together, as if to alleviate the phantom pressure. Of course, ever observant, Tsukasa was quick to notice. "Amane," he cooed, hovering just behind Hanako. "She likes this. " Hanako's hand disappeared from her face as Tsukasa guided it down between her legs, pressing his fingers to her as he had done before.
Immediately, the contact made Hanako groan. He was unbearably hard, and Nene was so warm and wet—more than well prepared for him.
As Tsukasa led Hanako's fingers to pet Nene in just the right way, a whine broke from her throat. The twins were clumsy in their fumbling, yet they managed to brush against her in the most sensitive places, pulling more gasps and yelps and moans and--
Then she was on the floor. Cool smooth glass was replaced with uneven wooden planks. The ledge she had gripped, almost a security blanket by then, was stolen from her. However, Hanako still lingered above her.
With a crazed look in his eyes, Hanako gazed over Nene's face. Pinning her down at her waist, he ground his groin against hers almost excitedly.
Trying to sit up seemed the natural thing to do, but the instant she even shifted, Hanako pushed her back down with one hand over her chest. "N-no," he pleaded, a stark contrast to his earlier commands to leave. "Stay, Yashiro." As he spoke, his free hand fiddled with his belt, undoing the buckle quickly and slipping his pants down just enough to free his erection, the relieved sigh blanketing his words. "I need you to stay."
She opened her mouth to protest. To tell him he wasn't himself. To snap out of it. But the specter was already sliding her panties aside, prodding at her entrance, and Nene felt that pulse again. Warm, enticing… Distracting. Enough so that Hanako was able to sink himself into her without conflict.
If he'd looked mad before, then the expression he donned once sheathed inside her could only be described as raving. He wore his ecstasy on his face without restraint, something Tsukasa was all too ecstatic about as he took Hanako's chin into his hand, laughter bubbling up from his chest. Nene could only lay there, watching the two above her as she adjusted to the fullness within her.
"Amane!" Tsukasa trilled finally. "That's such a good face!" Nene couldn't help but notice that said face seemed to be looking right through his brother, lost in reverie. "Isn't it fun to let yourself do what you want? To stop holding back~?" Suddenly, the younger's voice darkened, but not without a touch of sweetness. "Now, move, Amane."
And Tsukasa's lips crashed down on Hanako's, a loud and pleasured moan erupting from the latter as he began to rock back and forth into Nene.
From below them, she could see the way Tsukasa worked Hanako's mouth, tongues slithering together as the younger pleased. However, she was helpless to do much else as Hanako thrusted faster and harder into her, the growing intensity between the brothers translating directly into the bursts wracking her own body.
It didn't take long for the motions to become wildly overwhelming. Hanako and Tsukasa stayed attached to each other with no sign of slowing, the younger twin eating up every ounce of affection he could gather and then some. As such, Nene was left to the whims of Hanako's body and his cravings for hers.
She tried to speak up, but her throat tightened around her words, leaving her trembling on airy whimpers until she was coming violently. All at once, the fear of uncertainty melded and disappeared under the bright heat shaking her to her core, and she could only feel bliss.
Until that bliss heightened into unending rapture.
Like many instances that afternoon, Hanako was unable to stop himself, continuing to thrust into her again and again as her body screamed. And just as she felt herself on the verge of shattering, she heard a plea, "Come for me, Amane…!"
After one final relentless shove, accompanied by an overwhelmed gasp, Nene felt Hanako slip out of her before toppling over to lay beside her.
Both utterly exhausted, breathing labored and erratic, neither made a move. It was simply a relief to do nothing.
When Tsukasa's chuckle sounded above them, the two managed to eye the puff of black smoke where he'd once been as they heard his echoed farewell.
"Let's play again sometime~!"