Story: It's Fate

 

 It didn't take long for Namiyo to find a vending machine. Well, that's the wrong way to say it. She wasn't looking for a vending machine, she was simply heading along a perfectly ordinary route and - lo and behold, a vending machine fell within her sights.

She looked at it with suspicion. It did seem to offer strawberry milk. Looking around, there was nobody nearby except a guy brushing down his front step. He hadn't paid her any mind. Okay. So. Namiyo reached into her pocket and pulled out some loose change. Strawberry milk. Why did it have to specifically be strawberry milk? They had other kinds here too. Banana. Chocolate. Vanilla. Plain old milk. Why did it have to be strawberry?!

"Why?" she wondered aloud, holding the offending carton aloft. "What possible good could this do me? That stupid computer must have been making it up, there's no way..."

She grumbled and opened it up. Nothing much else for it. She'd bought it. Might as well drink it. Namiyo lifted it to her lips while walking around a corner and -

"Yipe!"

Yeah, you probably guessed something like this would happen. She bumped into someone right axs she was taking a swig. Wound up dousing their uniform in strawberry milk. Of all people, it was her fellow swim club member Misa Joyusha!

"Sorry Misa, didn't see you there," Namiyo said. She offered a hand to help her up, and the girl took it gratefully. Stumbled a bit too. Pressed her body up against Namiyo... nice! No, wait, it wasn't nice, she was just - you know, admiring her fellow swimmer's physique!

Namiyo stepped back and looked the other girl up and down, then at herself. "Ugh, got this stuff all over both of us," she griped. "No way we can go to school like this."

There was a distinct impression of a lightbulb going off over Misa's heda. "Well, come back to my place. There's a good chance I have something in your size. It's not far from here, so..."

Yeah, that seemed reasonable to her. She'd never been to Misa's place before., come to think of it. Namiyo relaxed a little bit. Maybe... she could tell Misa about FATE? That stupid computer, telling her to buy some strawberry milk onyl to get her to spill it all over Misa.

How was that supposed to get her the lesbian harem she didn't want?

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This is not a drill. Repeat! This is not a drill! Deep breaths, Misa. Deep breaths. Control yourself. You're getting Namiyo into your house. You're going to be alone. And you will, for a little while, be naked in the same room together. Do not screw this up, girl. Do not screw this up!

"Enter, please welcome!" Misa said while opening her front door. Screams filled the inside of her skull. Dolt! Idiot! Fool! You've made a bad impression on her, she'll think you're an idiot now!

"Hey, so this is your place huh?" Namiyo said. She stepped inside and looked around. "Huh, not much stuff in here."

"I live alone," Misa said, for some reason believing that to be a selling point. Not that she was selling anything - Oh, who was she justifying that to?! Nobody could hear her! "M-my parents are away on business a lot. They send me money, so I take care of myself."

"I know, you've mentioned," Namiyo said. Then she sort of stood there awkwardly for a moment. "So... The change of clothes?"

"Right! Right! " Misa said. "One moment!"

She rushed off to her room. Well, "room". It was more like a seperate section of the main living area, separated only by hanging towels. Swallowing nervously, and feeling quite lightheaded, Misa grabbed the noticeboard full of pictures of Namiyo and slid it behind her wardrobe. Then, she threw another towel over the shrine she had to Namiyo.

"You can come in now!" Misa yelled. Gosh, was it warm today? It felt like she'd been swimming for miles.

Namiyo poked her pretty, perfect head inside. "Oh, I get it," she said. "Trying to hide pictures of your crush, right?"

Misa tried, bless her. She really and truly tried to keep her face from turning scarlet. Alas, it was not to be. "N-never mind that, let's change our clothes right away."

Namiyo, sweet, innocent Namiyo simply shrugged at that and started to unbutton her uniform. Not knowing that, at this very moment, within Misa's dirty, dirty mind 'striptease' was playing. You know the song. The brassy instrumental piece. Off came the top, stained with that milk, revealing her delicate, soft back. Oh, how delightful!

Now, this might seem strange to you. Surely they dressed together in the locker room quite often? Well, yes. But Misa dared not even gaze in Namiyo's direction on such occasions, lest she lose herself within perfection. It would be like Narcissus gazing at his own reflection - except, well, obviously it would not be her own reflection she'd stare at wistfully until she turned into flowers.  Yet ,like Narcissus, she would have to content herself with this much.

It was even better than she'd imagined. Oh, she'd burn this moment into her memory forever! Her true love was so beautiful, it was making her giddy.

"Say, do you believe in fate?" Namiyo asked out of nowhere. Misa shook her head. For some reason her mouth was dry. "Well, you're not gonna believe this, but the reason I spilled that strawberry milk on you -"

"Strawberry milk?" Misa asked. The word strawberry pierced the haze of her mind. Oh no. Oh no! She dropped to her knees while staring down at the patch of milk on her uniform, eyes widening with terror. "I'm... allergic to..."

Her trembling hands reached into her pocket for her medication. Oh no! If she hadn't been so distracted by Namiyo's perfection she would have noticed the symptoms much sooner! Her vision faded, she could feel her throat closing up -

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Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit oh shit oh shit! Misa was allergic to strawberries! How had she forgotten something like that!

"Stupid computer!" Naimya yelled, rushing towards her fallen comrade. This was bad. Probably? She wasn't a doctor. However, clutched within Misa's hand was a small bottle with a couple of pills in it. An anti-allergen? "It tricked me into exposing you to something you're allergic to! That's evil!"

Heart racing, she looked at the label. One pill, apparently. She tipped out one into her hand and pushed it into Misa's mouth. Alas - it fell out right away. Come on, think! How was she supposed to do this!

Go back to your first aid training. Subject can't breathe? Okay. Force air into her lungs. The problem seemed to be that her tongue was swollen up, so she couldn't swallow properly Alright. Alright! Then she'd have to take drastic measures! First, off comes the uniform. Got to remove contact with the strawberry milk. Which, by the way, would be the least dignified way to die that she had ever heard of! Second! Pill in her mouth, pull her jaw open and give her the old baby bird treatment.

Since her tongue was swollen, she had to be careful here. Use her own tongue to push that one out of the way, while keeping her head straight, tight grip on her jaw to keep her from biting down. After a little bit she lost track of the pill, and had to feel around for it a little. Has it gone down? Had it been swallowed? How quickly would it have a reaction? To be safe, she pulled back a little, took a mouthful of air and forced it into Misa's mouth.

Right after she did that the second time, she got a bit of a shock. Misa's hands flew around the back of her head and held her there with astounding strength. Which was obviously just another of her wild lesbian fantasies that she didn't have <i>all the time</i>. Though funny thing, she didn't really recall all that many which involved Misa, which was weird because she was really cute.

But hey, first time for everything. This had to be a fantasy for sure, I mean, the idea that Misa would up and grab her for a makeout right on waking up from a freaking allergic attack was absolutely ridiculous.

...

Oh shit. Oh shit. This was actually happening. Misa was getting up off the floor and trying to sit in Namiyo's lap. Uh! Yeah, hold on a second! This was nice and all, but -

"Misattribution of arousal!" Namiyo said, quickly pushing Misa back. "Oooh, gosh, you got a little handsy there, let's forget that ever happened and get dressed -"

"You never look at me like you look at other girls," Misa quietly said. Ah... It was a little awkward, this. Having a bleary eyed girl stare at you when she's still not quite breathing normally and she's sitting there in just her bra. A bra that she was now removing. "Look at me now."

Well. Alright then. Who was she to argue with that? M-Maybe there was something to this FATE thing after all...?

1. Cue yuri scene.
2. Namiyo takes Misa to meet with FATE
3. Namiyo decides to go along with this for now.
4. Eito is not having a good day.
5. Something else