<b>Naru</b>
Ugh, what a long tiring day it had been. Who could have guessed it would be so damned tiring taking notes for cram school while grinding your ass into Keitaro Urashima's very obvious erection? Still. It was time for me to go home now and -
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to cut ahead of you there!" I said, bowing in apology. "I wasn't paying attention."
The woman I had just cut ahead of shrugged and continued walking as if nothing had even happened. Huh. Huh! That was a dozen or so times that kind of thing had happened today. I'd do something, catch myself out and realise how weird it was, freak out and... nobody reacted. Hell, come to it, during their last class another girl had managed to sit her skinny butt in Keitaro's lap before I could - and the lecturer told her off. But didn't tell me off when I succumbed to temptation ten seconds after she moved.
On the one hand it felt like destiny was telling me that it was my right alone to indulge in giving Keitaro a lapdance. Which was, of course, perfectly normal behaviour. Now though, I was starting to freak out a little bit. What the hell was going on?
Well, whatever. There was standing room only, and sure enough I found the dork surrounded by cute girls, while he was staring gormlessly at them like he didn't know what to do.
"You girls really don't see anything weird about this?" Keitaro asked, pointing at himself. "I mean, let's be real here, I'm not exactly a prize catch."
"Hrm, we know, but it's ordinary for girls to do that, you know?"
Well, she was perfectly right. But the fact that he found that weird was, in and of itself, very strange. Not that I was paying too much attention to that right now. Jealousy flared up. Sure, I'd had the privilege of sitting in his lap for most of the day by this point but I could hardly help what society found normal. So I stomped on over, grabbed his hand and then pulled him around so his back was up against the train wall.
"Hey again," I said in a husky voice. I hooked my leg around his waist and forced his hand down to grab hold of my thighs. "So you think it's weird that girls flirt with you? Why is that?"
"Oh, well. They didn't used to," Keitaro said conversationally, which pissed me off a little bit. I won't lie, that nonchalance was extremely aggravating. Sure, his body was clearly responding, but it was like his brain wasn't registering what I was doing to him. "Girls used to ignore me all the time."
Hold on, really? That didn't fit. It had always been normal for girls to flirt with Keitaro Urashima, hadn't it? I stared him in the eyes, looking for any kind of sign that he was lying, or goofing around, but... No. He was being genuine. That didn't fit. That didn't make any sense at all. Why would -
Suddenly, the train jolted and... well, that was a dick lodged between my butt cheeks. I wasn't quite sure how this monster escaped from his trousers, but... There it was, right there. I looked around frantically, this was hugely inappropriate!
But... nobody reacted. Not even Keitaro himself.
"Man, I wish they'd be a little more careful on this route," Keitaro said. "It feels like they're always getting jammed, or having to stop the train suddenly for some reason..."
"What is wrong with you?!" I hissed, while reaching back to tuck... <i>it</i> away before anyone saw. It would have been one thing if I'd been helping him to go to the bathroom. That sort of thing, it was perfectly normal for a girl to hold a guy's junk. Not out in public on the train! "You're acting as if it's completely normal for... for a guy to randomly whip it out and put it between a hot girl's cheeks!"
"Well, yeah it is," Keitaro said. Wait, what? "Nothing weird about it... Oh, hey. This is our stop."
I followed him off the bus feeling like screaming. Ack! What the hell was going on around here! Actually, you know what, screw it. I'd decided there and then that I was going to unwind by flirting with the landlord and not giving any of the other girls the chance to grind their bodies up against his. The way I was feeling that would definitely help me calm down!
Do note that I was wrong about this. It would not calm me down. Though that was largely because our relationship back then wasn't yet what it would become.
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<b>Mitsune</b>
Have you ever seen a movie or television show where a conspiracy theorist's place of residence is shown? Charts. Graphs. Newspaper clippings. All of these things pointing at one another, or with lines attaching them, or parts circled. Sometimes circled three times. That sort of thing, lining the walls more thoroughly than wallpaper.
Behind me were the other residents - well, all but two of them, though they should not be much longer. Shinobu was sitting demurely and silently, giving the impression of someone being patient. Motoko was also there naked as the day she was born, while Suu was pacing back and forth while wearing a deerstalker and smoking a pipe. Or should that be, bubbling a pipe?
"Hrm, yes, this is all very interesting," Suu said. She blew into the pipe, and a long stream of bubbles came out. "These things that you note are all plainly ordinary and expected of society, and yet we have video footage proving that it was not ordinary a mere few days ago."
Shinobu put her hand up as if she were sitting in class. "I have a suggestion for what might be the cause of this."
Alright. That was good. I leaned in, taking this matter seriously for once in my life. What can I say, I'm a trickster at heart. Yet something like this, even I can't leave alone. Shinobu's brow furrowed, her lips turned down in a cute little display of seriousness.
"It must be... the work of... Aliens!"
We all toppled over while Shinobu pointed directly upwards.
"There is documented proof that aliens helped build the pyramids of Egypt!" Shinobu continued. "Adjusting our society's view of reality so suddenly and jarringly is beyond the reach of any government, so the cause must be extraterrestrial!"
"Yay! I get to dissect an alien!" Suu cheered from her position on the floor.
"It's not aliens!" Motoko yelled. "It's more likely some kind of devil, or cursed item!"
"Yay, I get to dissect a devil or study a cursed item!" Suu cheered.
Oh, now I remembered why I didn't tend to take things seriously, because being the 'straight man' in this group was practically sending out invitations to all the migraines. Why else do you think I drink like a fish, it's the only way to stay sane around here!
I slammed my palm onto the wall. "Listen! We don't have any evidence for the cause, only the effect!" I huffed and took a deep breath. "What we really need is more evidence to back this up. Wild conjectures might lead us away from the true culprit -"
I was interrupted by the sound of Naru Narusegawa all but tackling Keitaro in through the front door, kissing him like her life depended on it. So, nothing unusual there. She moved her hot little body on top of his, and then her eyes flickered up towards the rest of us.
"Mine," she hissed. Again, nothing weird about that. "I've had a really stressful, weird day, so I fucking need this. Okay? Lapdancing privileges are reserved for the rest of the night."
Oof, lapdancing and flirting with Urashima, I could sure get behind that right about now. So could the rest of the girls, based on their body language. Hell, Motoko was apparently especially game, given the condition of her nipples. She'd have a bit of an advantage as well, what with the whole nudity thing.
"If you must," Motoko sniffed. "However, Mitsune has discovered something... Unusual, that should warrant your attention. Please pay attention, I think you will find it interesting."
- One or more of the girls object to Naru's reservation.
- Naru gives her lapdance while listening to Mitsune's theory.
- They quickly figure out the earrings are to blame.
- Naru asks why they would bother trying to figure this out if they're all fine with life as it is.
- Something else
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