Post #1825813 in Our Second Selves, a roleplay on RPG

No, it didn’t quite escape Evande’s senses that Nikolas had indeed thrown a few blows her way when she had leaned over to wake him up, she’d just been fast enough to avoid getting struck by him. But, it wasn’t really something important, more like she simply chalked that up to him being weird about sleeping. Given what I’ve learned about some of his past lives, can’t say I really quite blame him for that one. she told herself with a sigh, going on ahead and adjusting her glasses by habit. And . . . she’d heard him say the name ‘Blaze,’ which had little meaning to her, given that she had not heard the tiff between Nikolas and Ryu the previous day, what had set her alter off to destroy his own room. A question of curiosity bubbled up in Evande’s mind at this, for now though, there wasn’t enough of a reason to go ahead and press that particular issue.

He was awake though, and staring at her now, possibly not recognizing her right off the bat thanks to the cursed change of hair color. It wasn’t as if the change was intentional after all, but he just stared at her before speaking with an accent she didn’t quite recognize, “Am I the only one who ‘asn’t dyed their hair?” This made Evande sort of tilt her head to the side, a questioning look on her face. So . . . he knew that Ryu had gone crazy with his hair dye then. Seriously, those two were weird about each other.

Evande just sighed to herself with this simple thought, as if she weren’t already very much aware of why that was. Even if it were embarrassing as Hell for her to know it, the truth was that she was actually beginning to get used to the damn memories of Nikolas’ in her head, those tainted recollections stuck in her brain. Her mind lately seemed to just LOVE jumping into the gutter so fast thanks to the two boys that her not somehow growing immune to them would lead to her having a permanently red face. Still though, that wasn’t enough to keep her face from going a slight pink when Nikolas pulled the blankets back to reveal a still very much asleep Ryu clinging onto Nikolas as if for dear life. Honestly, this just left Evande to plant the palm of her hand to her forehead with a small groan. Inadvertently, they were going to be the death of her! Whether it be by embarrassment, or some other freaking means. . . .

Mentally cursing random things with the palm of her hand still pressed to her forehead, Evande just chose to ignore the whole scene playing out between her alter and Ryu, really, she just didn’t care right now. If the two were weird then . . . they were weird! What could she do? Not like I know how long these two have been like this, even remembering what I do. she sighed to herself quietly.

Pulling her hand away from her forehead, and then pressing upon the bridge of her glasses again, Evande went ahead and let herself tune back into reality with a rather exasperated look upon her features. The otaku found herself becoming a rather passive observer lately. . . . She watched Nikolas throw the yellow blanket over top of Ryu, whom was still half conked out on the floor before seething, "I know we live together again, but this time is different. I don't have to take care of you."

Evande shook her head, the action going unnoticed. She already knew the history behind these two, the whole . . . ‘lovers’ situation from centuries ago, and about the fact that she seemed to be a closet pervert or something due to where her imagination had taken her the previous day, even before knowing the situation at hand. . . . Today was just one of those days where Evande felt like she just was going to find herself rather apathetic to a lot of things that would normally get her very emotional; she’d already had her shock for the day in the form of the her now black hair so, little else was probably going to get to her for the time being. Even Nikolas and Ryu’s shounen-ai like antics!

"Niko, make me coffee." she heard Ryu speak his first official words of the day, and he sounded like a little kid while doing so! Evande just continued to idly watch the two moving herself into a more comfortable position because she knew this could probably go on for a while. . . . Kind of like a tennis match.

This is what her life had surmounted to, in her nineteen years, she never would have imagine that this was where her life was going to take her. She’d been a normal child, an awkward teen, and then a full-blown otaku by the time she was fifteen. And never in any of those phases could she have imagined that her life would take this sort of turn. Perhaps the otaku phase is at its end or something, and this is the fourth part of my life. she wondered, I guess that makes some semblance of sense. . . . Evande sighed quietly, rolling her eyes at herself. How could this be a new ‘phase’ of her life? Finding herself with a guy who was evidently her ‘second self?’ That wasn’t a phase, that was a massive change, a whole new chapter . . . because it altered how it was she had to live her life completely. She was being made to remember things that weren’t of her current existence, Kassia’s life, and the whole thing with Nikolas’ life as an uke. . . . Yeah, that wasn’t the beginning of a just a phase. That was something else entirely.

Her face went a little red at thinking of Nikolas as an ‘uke’ though. Stupid Ryu, geez, he was a bigger perv in that lifetime than I am in this one. . . . Evande’s body shuddered in repugnance. Though, I’m not sure if I qualify as being a pervert since I don’t derive any pleasure from the things my mind drudges up. . . . Did she qualify as being a pervert when those remembrances and imaginings of hers just were mortifying? Maybe she would qualify as being dirty-minded, but she probably wasn’t exactly a pervert . . . no. No, she wasn’t. Like it really mattered, both titles were not something one wanted to be branded with. Normal enough people at least.

In her thoughts Evande had missed Nikolas’ rather pathetic attempt to insult Ryu, and Ryu walking into the bathroom door. Not that either would have fazed her as she felt. "Hey. . . How did you get in here? Wow, can you lock pick too?" Evande looked up at Nikolas when he finally addressed how it was she had gotten inside his abode. He was just now thinking that . . . and had he just said ‘lock pick?’ A questioning look on her face, the bespectacled woman just stared at her alter whilst blinking, silent. "I-I mean, it's not something to talk about, but it's not like I use it for stealing anymore." Yeah, she really didn’t have any thoughts regarding that matter, but at least she now knew how it was he had gotten her back into her apartment in the first place. Seemed that she really hadn’t just left her door unlocked. . . . Her eyes didn’t leave him as he moved about the apartment, going ahead and making coffee for both himself and Ryu. "Oh, you probably got in through the open front door."

Thank you for the news bulletin, Captain Obvious. Evande thought, feeling sarcastic, having to resist the urge to give him a mock salute. She sighed, moving her ponytail over her shoulder and beginning to fiddle with the ends of her dark hair. . . . .having black hair again was something she was going to not be used to for a while. When Nikolas knelt down next to her, looking at the open sketchbook, at the picture she had drawn from some unknown memory of his, her brown eyes went to him. The look of shock on his face was undeniable, and leaned over and stared at it intently. Probably wasn’t expecting me to know anything about one of his lives I suppose. . . . she realized, but when she noticed his face quickly turning pallor, she felt her heart sink into stomach. Just what had she drawn. . . ?

The dropped cups of coffee didn’t escape her attention either, but, she couldn’t help but wonder what it was her drawing had made Nikolas remember. She had drudged up something horrible for the boy, hadn’t she? Guilt weighed down upon her at that, and she softly sighed . . . bringing the sketch was a mistake. Yet, when she saw the small smile upon his face, and felt a little relieved. Maybe it wasn’t a mistake. . .

When Ryu came out of the bathroom, he plopped down right next to Nikolas, a look on his face that bespoke of the fact he wasn’t feeling one-hundred percent. The now multi-colored-haired man sighed, and looked at the coffee spill on Nikolas’ legs, ”Hey, what did you do?”

This . . . is going to lead into something isn’t it? Evande rolled her eyes, remaining silent.

”Ryu! Don’t look there!” Nikolas started, not seeming quite himself in those words. . . . The fact he was lacking his usual tone regarding Ryu being peculiar, made Evande stare at him with an odd expression. There was an edge in his voice that bespoke of something . . . false, and did the otaku ever note it.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous. I've seen you naked millions of times." Ryu half-joked, looking every bit as serious as he had before, face still straight.

. . . .as if I didn’t already know that. Evande dully blinked, and her face went a bit pink at that, but she gave no clear reaction to it other than this, she just absentmindedly continued to stare at Nikolas and Ryu, even as the blonde was pulled into the latter’s lap. Yep, this is leading somewhere. she sighed, shutting her eyes. What the hell was Nikolas getting at, and why was he acting the part of an uke? Was he trying to embarrass her or something weird? Wait . . . he is, isn’t he? Without making a sound, Evande glanced back to the two boys, noting the fact that Nikolas was definitely not acting as she had seen him do so in the last few days. As far as Ryu was concerned at least. She didn’t get why it was he was trying to invoke a reaction out of her, nor did Evande care. It wasn’t going to work as she was now.

Ryu fell asleep with his head on Nikolas shoulder, the blonde’s face turned a shade of pink at this with Evande simply yawned herself and proceeded to move the black sheet and sketchpad off her lap and set it on top of the kotatsu. Not going to work Nikolas.

"Ah. . . s-sorry. He's just really, really tired from last night. He's a bit hungover too." he shrugged, "Anyways, do you want that coffee?" he asked, a rather sickly sweet tone lacing his voice as she smiled, trying to look innocent, pointing at the one cup of instant coffee that had landed upright after he had seen the sketch she had done. Evande merely stared at him with a rather bored look on her face, though she moved herself with a sigh and placed her back upon the kotatsu, staring ahead blankly. Was he going to keep acting like this all day. . . ?

Had this been me yesterday, before I dyed my hair the wrong color, I probably would have freaked out and fainted, with a nosebleed, she thought, her cheeks indeed a little pink. But I’ve had my emotional shock for the day. . . . Evande huffed, and shook her head. I guess it’s time to give Nikolas his. If her alter wanted to try and get a rise out of her, really, it wasn’t wrong of her to return said sentiment, was it? The otaku took in a deep breath and proceeded to sigh in an almost mournful manner. “. . . .no Nikolas, I don’t really drink coffee.” She told him, her voice dull. Absentmindedly, she began to fiddle with the end of her ponytail again, face still slightly flush.

The otaku remained silent for a minute or two, staring off into space, seemingly in thought before she turned and looked back at Nikolas, an unassuming glint in reflected in her brown eyes. Still holding onto her ponytail, she abashedly looked away, face going a touch red for reasons she did not voice. ‘H-Hey . . . Nikolas,” Evande started, an edge of anxiety in her voice, quietly beginning to fidget in place where she sat, “You know . . . there’s something I need to tell you, something really important.” Not completely sure where she was pulling this ruse from Evande found herself just going with it, oddly comfortable.

She moved herself toward Nikolas with an evidential blush upon her face, nervously she looked away from him for a moment before she turned back to him, the most sincere look on her face. “Y-You see . . . there’s someone really important to me,” Her voice was candid, and honest. Though she wouldn’t be shocked if Nikolas were onto her ruse by now, she didn’t care . . . there was still a bolt from the blue to come at the end of this. “Someone I need to confess something to, r-regarding some feelings that have recently developed.”

A tiny whimper of embarrassment came from Evande’s throat at this, while she inwardly flinched. “I don’t know where these came from, but they sort of just showed up . . . you see, I-I’ve sort of come to like a person sitting nearby me right now.” She moved a little closer to him, “And he’s really close by. . . .”

“And also, there’s something else he needs to know. . . .” she said softly remaining quiet for a moment before returning to a normal sitting position, a serious look on her face, “He needs to know that suddenly acting like an uke isn’t going to embarrass the hell of out me right now.” Evande stated rather blatantly, “In case you’re wondering Nikolas, I’ve already had the displeasure of remembering a certain lifetime regarding you and Ryu being lovers; and I already know who was the seme and who was the uke!” She sighed and crossed her arms as her face went a stark shade of red at this.

With this, she looked back to her alter, “Also, I’ve already had my emotional shock for the day in the way of dying my hair the wrong color, so you acting like this isn’t going to get much of a reaction out of me. Especially when I have images burned into my brain that do a good enough job of that as it is.” The black-haired woman ascended to her feet with a bit of a grunt, using the kotatsu to help her against gravity’s clutches. “I washed your blanket, warning to you, it smells really flowery, and also . . . I came back over here to get my coat and boots back. . . .” she murmured, pointing to the black bedspread placed under her sketchpad still.

“Oh . . . and I was privy to knowing about the situation regarding you and Ryu most of late yesterday afternoon and night, and it didn’t do much to hinder how I acted toward you, so don’t you think it’s a little unfair to try and get me all flustered on purpose?”

And once more, during all of this . . . Kiku was still conked out in her apartment, snoozing away.

Snippet #1825813

located in Japan, a part of Our Second Selves, one of the many universes on RPG.

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