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Chapter 4

The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge

of the unconscious activities of the mind.

-Sigmund Freud
Cecilia Alcott stalked along the garden path, a tortured soul looking for release.
The last two weeks had been the closest thing to hell that the British teen had known. Even the death of her parents paled in comparison to the miseries Cecilia had endured in silence. During lessons, her classmates smiled at her and treated the Candidate Representative appropriately. But she always saw it in their eyes: the hint of contempt because she lost to a novice. Everyone denied thinking it, but the Briton always detected it in the faces of her classmates when they thought she wasn’t looking.
At the day’s end, Cecilia found herself in increasingly worse shape. Each night’s dreams terrified her, bringing the British teen awake in sheets that were completely soaked. The lack of sleep had taken it’s toll: only the careful use of makeup hid the dark rings growing under blue eyes. Cecilia had grown considerably sharp with Chelsea in the last few days, even as the older teen had tried to get her friend and mistress to open up to her.
The straw that had broken the proverbial camel’s back had been today. As the class had broken for lunch, Cecilia had been held after by her instructor. “I don’t know what’s going on with you,” the dark haired woman had started, without looking up from her paperwork, “but I want you to report to the school counselor after classes today.” Chifuyu Orimura looked up from her papers to see the Briton opening her mouth in protest. “That’s not a request, mind you. It’s an order.”
Ignoring the turn in the pathway, the blond teen walked off the gravel onto the dirt. Plants snapped and thrashed as the folds of the long skirt pulled through them. Cecilia was so focused on her internal despair that she failed to notice her foot coming down on a particularly frail looking specimen.
“Stop right there young missy,” a stern voice commanded, freezing the Briton in place instantly. Balancing uncomfortably on one foot, Cecilia glanced over her shoulders to see a man with a wheelbarrow laden with gardening supplies on the edge of the path. Tufts of grey hair peaked out from under his straw hat; tanned leathery skin was pulled taut along his face.
“Do you know who I am?” Cecilia said, planting her foot and turning to face the person intruding on her rampage.
The man merely shook his head, keeping brown eyes fixed on the teen. “Who you are doesn’t matter to me. You’re not so big that I can’t take you over my knee and paddle your behind until you can’t sit down.” A slightest hint of amusement flickered into his eyes as he continued. “Then I would turn you over to the school administration for destroying school property.”
Outrage colored Cecilia’s face as her eyes hardened. “You...you...who are you?”
Pulling out a couple of tools from the wheelbarrow, the elderly man walked over to the plants and started inspecting the damage Cecilia had wrought. “My name is Boothby, and I’m a staff member here.”
A moment of panic fought to cloud the British teen’s judgement as her mouth went drier than any desert. “I—ah—“ she stammered once, then closed her mouth and forced a swallow past the sudden lump in her throat. “I apologize for the harshness of my tone just now.”
The hat covered head bobbed once without looking up. “You’re not the first student around here to be upset about something.” A soft sigh came out as Boothby knelt down and poked at one devastated specimen. “And I doubt you’ll be the last.”
The faint glimmer of hope grew in Cecilia’s chest as she began watching the elderly man examine the garden plants. Turning as quietly as she could, the British teen took a single step before Boothby’s stern voice interjected again. “Did I say you could go?”
Cecilia flushed in embarrassment as she turned back towards the gardener. Boothby kept his head down as his hands continued their work. “I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re going to talk about it with me. Then I’ll decide your fate.”
Assorted images flashed through the blond IS pilot’s mind as panic swelled in her chest. He wants me to talk to him about that? Cecilia’s mouth opened to protest her treatment only to be interrupted again by Boothby. “Don’t try to argue, just do what I tell you.”
Snapping her mouth shut with an audible clack, the Briton kept quiet as she fumed over her situation. Finding no options to work with, Cecilia resigned herself to her fate. “My name is Cecilia Alcott. I am the Candidate Representative for Britain. Two weeks ago, I lost a match to a novice from Japan.”
Boothby made a noncommittal grunt as he wove a damaged stalk around a stake. Cecilia felt her embarrassment start to overwhelm her as she continued, “Over the past two weeks I have found myself sleeping rather poorly and it has begun to affect my time at the Academy.”
A second grunt interrupted Cecilia’s recitation. “So why haven’t you been sleeping well?”
The question, delivered with a hint of impatient openness, shocked the British teen into silence. Scenes flashed before widened blue eyes: being forced from the school for her incompentence; living a life on the street as a commoner; having all her friends laugh at her failings.
Belatedly realizing that Boothby was waiting for an answer, Cecilia snapped back to reality. “I guess,” she started cautiously, “that I’ve been having nightmares.”
“And this...novice,” the elderly man hinted, hesitating on the word, “has she been the focus of any the nightmares?”
Oh yes, Cecilia thought instantly. Kirika had placed several times in the nightmares as well. Each dream involved the redheaded teen in disturbing ways: always the dominant person, degrading and humiliating the proper Briton. Forcing Cecilia to please the Japanese teen in creative ways, to receive the abuse with a smile and encouragement for more. In my nightmares with her, I am nothing more than a toy to be used by Kirika as she sees fit. She violates me and forces me to become something I am not... and yet why does my body react so strongly to those dreams?
“A few of them,” the teen admitted grudgingly. “But I fail to see how a grease monkey like her can cause me nightmares.”
Boothby’s head looked up from his work, focusing on the intonation of the slur. “Well, that’s easy enough,” he admitted as he slowly climbed to his feet.
“It—it is?” asked Cecilia, her confusion apparent in her voice.
“Sure,” the elderly man agreed as he walked back to his tools. “Do you know why I stopped you when I did?”
The sudden shift of topic left the British teen dazed. “Well, no.”
“Most of these flowers here are well established. A little rough treatment like a young lady throwing a tantrum,” Boothby continued in a voice so dry Cecilia could not find any hint of sarcasm, “won’t bother them in the least. To them, you were just a hot breeze that came through. They’ve been hurt, of course, but they can heal. That one you were about to step on, though, is a different story.”
Cecilia glanced down at the small sprig of green from the black soil. The words came out softly before she realized she was saying them, “But it’s just a weed.”
Stepping closer to the blond teen, the elderly man’s lips curled lightly at the corners. “Are you sure about that? Because I’m careful with my beds. I don’t let weeds grow in them.”
Blue eyes looked up to note the smirk on Boothby’s face as he continued, “And neither does Chifuyu Orimura.”
Cecilia closed her eyes in thought as the dry voice continued on. “Now I won’t tell her about you tearing up my beds, but your punishment is that you have to go talk to that novice. You especially have to talk to her about your nightmares.”
Shock brought the British teen’s eyes open again as her jaw dropped at the instruction. Boothby’s face brooked no argument as Cecilia started to protest her treatment. “Of course, you can always see what kind of punishment Instructor Orimura will come up with when I mention that one of her students was damaging my beds. She likes me well enough, so I can’t imagine it will be all that pleasant.”
“No sir,” Cecilia eagerly sputtered out. “I would rather talk to Kirika about my dreams. With your permission, may I go find her now?”
Boothby’s head nodded solemnly once to dismiss the British teen. Cecilia carefully wove her way back to the stone path, set on her mission.
<—*—>
A blank door stood blocking the path of Cecilia Alcott; the silent guardian that offered respite from her destiny. The blond teen closed her eyes as she forced her breath through her nose instead of clenched teeth. The pounding of blood in her ears slowed as the Briton listened to a quiet murmur of voices through the metal. Closing blue eyes one last time, Cecilia summoned up her courage and focused her mind on the task at hand. I have orders to do this, so do it I will.
Delicate fingers reached out and pressed onto the locking bar, releasing the door with a loud click. Bright light poured into the doorway as Cecilia raised one hand to cover her eyes from the instant assault. When her vision cleared, the British teen saw Kirika, Houki and Charlotte sitting on the roof, the remains of lunch containers lying around them.
All three seated teens looked over at the opening access. Charlotte’s face was friendly, the French teen instantly accepting the newcomer to the group. Houki’s lips pursed though she kept a smile forced on her face. Cecilia noted the tall girl’s dark eyes narrow at the sight of her arrival.
Kirika’s reaction was the most intriguing to the Briton’s inspection. The redheaded teen’s face settled into what Cecilia classified as stoic, but hazel eyes had a glint of an emotion the taller girl could not identify. Does she know? Clearing her throat softly, Cecilia walked towards her classmates. Her most courteous voice carried to all three seated teens, “May I join you?”
“Of course you can,” Charlotte replied with a grin brighter than the sun. The French teen shifted her position slightly and made room for Cecilia. Holding her skirt carefully, the Briton carefully sat down on her knees. Cecilia felt the weight of three sets of eyes on her as she settled herself to the ground. Silence dropped over the four girls uncomfortably as Cecilia’s gaze remained firmly locked on the ground.
“Sooo...” Houki drawled, finally breaking the silence. “This is a little unusual for you Cecilia.”
Lost thought, the British teen missed the comment. A quick jerk brought her back to reality. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
A frown creased Houki’s full lips for a moment. “I said, this is unusual. Normally you’re surrounded by those others hanging on your every word.”
“Ah,” Cecilia absently agreed, settling her blue eyes on the redheaded Japanese girl. “Yes, but today I decided I need to talk with Kirika.”
Blinking at the statement, Kirika put down her tea. “If this is about my being the class representative, can it at least wait til after lunch?”
The British teen stopped the talk with a casual wave of her elegant fingers. “No no no,” she assured the shorter girl. “It’s not about that...well...I guess it is a bit.”
Cocking one eyebrow quizzically, Kirika said nothing as Cecilia pressed on. “Ineedtoapologizeformyconduct,” the Briton sputtered out, tripping over the words in her haste to get them out. All three friends looked confused at the statement. Realizing her mistake, Cecilia took a breath and calmed herself marginally. “I need to apologize for my conduct. What you said after our match was correct.”
Both Japanese teens had a measure of open shock on their faces. Charlotte broke into a warm, open smile that made the British teen feel instantly better. Buoyant in her confidence, Cecilia closed pale blue eyes and bowed her head as she continued. “It’s taken me these last two weeks to really come to accept the truth in your words. I should not have been so dismissive of your background. While your methods are...unorthodox, that does not make you my inferior.”
Hazel eyes as wide as tea saucers, Kirika belatedly realized her mouth was hanging open. Slowly closing it, the redheaded teen tried to get any thoughts started. Staring at the British teen’s bowed head, Kirika felt her face break into a sincere smile. “I—uh—accept your apology Cecilia.” Blue eyes snapped open to reveal a teen on the edge of tears. Focusing past the emotions in her heart, the Japanese teen pressed on. “I need to apologize as well. What I said during our match was inexcusable. But I had to do something to distract you.”
Wiping away tears with the back of her hand, the Briton sniffled once and smiled weakly. “Accepted.”
Kirika glanced at her friends’ reaction as she tried to gauge what she should say next. Charlotte had a radiant grin that rendered her almost angelic. Houki’s face seemed guarded, but her sapphire eyes had a hint of pride while the corners of her lips had tweaked into the barest of smirks. “You know, you nearly had me in that match Ceci-chan. If I hadn’t twigged to the fact that you had to concentrate to use those pods—“
“BITs,” Charlotte supplied helpfully.
“Right, those. I saw some things and had to make a play at it. I wouldn’t say it was honest but it was necessary,” Kirika concluded softly. “But for a single bit of pride you would have won.”
The expression ‘Ceci-chan’ sent the British teen deep into her own mind, recalling nightmarish images. Blue eyes went vacant for just a moment and came back to reality. “Eh? Ah, well I had a lot to be proud about,” Cecilia stammered in an attempt to cover her lapse. “At least I thought I did.”
“And now?” Houki asked innocently.
Chewing her lip thoughtfully, Cecilia’s eyes drifted to the ground. “Now I’m not so sure. I do have some more things to think about.”
Grinning wildly, Charlotte clasped her classmate on the shoulder lightly. “Some would say zhat iz zhe start of knowledge: uncertainty in what you know.”
A sense of calm acceptance washed over the British teen, causing her to release unknown tension in her shoulders. The next step in the conversation presented itself, and Cecilia made her decision in an instant. “I must admit, I have not slept well the last couple of weeks. I—kept having,” she admitted in a pain laden voice, “well...nightmares about my situation.”
The three friends blinked in unison at the statement. “Your...situation?” Charlotte inquired delicately.
Blond hair bobbed as Cecilia nodded and pushed on. “I kept having these dreams were I was stripped of my IS, my status as a Representative Candidate.” A normally aristocratic voice became completely an inflectionless monotone. “That you all were laughing at me behind my back.”
Houki reached out to wrap one around the blond teen’s shoulders while Kirika and Charlotte each held a hand. The Briton’s lip quivered once but nothing came out. All three friends watched intently to judge Cecilia’s state while trying to figure out the situation. Charlotte was first to come to a conclusion. “Cecilia, no one would laugh at you because you lost to Kirika. You went out and demonstrated exceptional skill.” Amethyst eyes flicked towards the class representative. “And Kirika demonstrated zhat she is unpredictable. But no one in our class zhinks worse of you for your loss.”
Kirika nodded enthusiastically at the French teen’s assessment. “Yeah, Charlotte’s right. While I have heard a lot of talk regarding the match, no one has ever slammed you because of it. Most of the people who ask me about you, I only tell them ‘I got lucky. Cecilia’s a fine opponent.’ Even these two will tell you that, because I admitted it to them that night.”
Cecilia felt a wry grin tug at her lips as she began to realize just how wrong she had been. All three friends caught the look and broke into their own happy grins. “May I ask you a question Kirika?” the British teen inquired, forcing a calmness into her voice that she did not feel.
Cocking one eyebrow slightly, the redheaded class representative nodded marginally. Cecilia debated internally how best to ask her question. “I had heard in passing that you might have brought an object to the school. It was described to me as a ‘gasoline powered personal gratification tool’.” A blush colored the Briton’s cheeks as she forced herself to say unfamiliar words. “Did you?”
The other teens all stared at Cecilia with open expressions of shock. I doubt I could have gotten a more surprised look if I had slapped them, she mused through her own embarrassment. Charlotte’s angelic face was nearly as red as Kirika’s hair. Houki’s mouth hung agape trying to catch flies. The redheaded teen’s face matched Houki’s for shock value, but hazel eyes had the slightest glint of amusement in them.
Feeling her embarrassment growing, Cecilia dropped her gaze to the rooftop and started to open her mouth to dismiss the question. The words started to form on her tongue even as a sound distracted her. Looking up, Cecilia found a peculiar scene.
Houki and Charlotte had lost their shocked expressions; their faces now had a mixture of curiosity as they stared at the fourth teen. Kirika’s head was tilted towards the ground, her bangs had fallen forward and now obscured her eyes. One hand was up covering her thin lips but it was her shoulders that caught everyone’s attention. They were shaking.
Finally losing it, Kirika started giggling through her hand. Before the three taller teens could react, the giggles had grown into a hearty belly laugh. The free left hand started slapping on a skirt covered knee. The taller teens watched as the redhead was shaking harder, rocking back and forth as her whole body convulsed with laughter.
Houki traded a frown with Charlotte as tears ran down Kirika’s cheeks. Both girls started giggling as their redheaded friend’s mood infected them. Cecilia’s face darkened as understanding dawned on her.
Breath coming in ragged gasps, Kirika struggled to calm down. Her right hand wrapped itself tightly around her stomach as her friends quieted down. “Oh Kami, it hurts to breathe now Cecilia-chan,” the Japanese girl croaked hoarsely. Callused fingers reached up to wipe away hazel eyes. “And here I thought you had no sense of humor. Then you drop something like that on me.”
The British teen’s face flushed in embarrassment as Kirika continued. “I don’t know who might have been telling you such things,” the redheaded teenager paused to glance at her friends. Both girls quickly shook their heads to deny any responsibility, though Charlotte’s amethyst eyes held an impish twinkle to them. “But come on, a gasoline powered toy like you describe? That’s just ridiculous. And there’s no way I’d consider bringing it to the Academy.”
Cecilia’s voice was a hushed whisper, barely reaching the other girls. “You mean it’s a lie?”
Kirika flashed a lopsided grin at the taller girl. “Absolutely,” she confirmed before laughing again. All three girls joined the class representative in a warm burst of laughter until the redhead abruptly stopped short. “Besides, if I was going to have something like that, I wouldn’t make it gasoline powered,” Kirika admitted in a matter of fact tone. “It’d be doable, sure, but it would be too much effort in getting it slow enough to not kill a person as you use it. Machining the reduction gears would be a pain and a half. Much simpler to use an electric motor as the base.”
Silence dropped over the taller teenagers with the suddenness of a lightning bolt. Three sets of eyes affixed their gaze upon the shorter Japanese girl. “What?” Kirika admitted sheepishly. “I’ve been playing with mechanical stuff since I was five. I can design something that simple in my head almost instantly.”
The redheaded teen forced out an awkward chuckle at her joke as the lunch break came to a close.
<—*—>
“Do I really have to be naked for this?” Houki whined in the soft light of her shared room.
“Of course you do,” her roommate acknowledged with a straight face. “You wanted my help and that means we start at the basic level.”
Houki’s eyes drifted shut as her mind sorted out facts. Feeling Rika’s hands on her own, the kendoka* fought briefly to keep her modesty as her hands were pulled away from a toned body.
“Okay, I’m naked,” the raven-hairedgirl admitted, opening her eyes to glance at the shorter girl. “What’s next, a quick run around the campus?”
Kirika’s hazel eyes widened at the suggestion. “Hmm...” she mused openly, earning a worried look from Houki. “Not a bad idea. We could go running before the start of class. Really show off what we’ve got to work with. Maybe Charlotte would come with us. We could even try to get the whole class on it, do some sort of nude day.”
The shorter teen looked up to find a panicked expression bordering on absolute horror on her roommate’s beautiful face. Letting the thought hang between them for a moment longer, Rika finally broke into a devilish grin. “Relax roomie, I’m just playing with you.”
Blue eyes relaxed slightly at the carefree expression on Rika’s face. “Now, I might not be as good as Ryou-chan or some of the others I used to hang out with, but I’m still a Tokyo girl and we’re one of the fashion capitals of the world,” Kirika started, efficiently stripping out of her clothes in front of her roommate. “But since I’m not quite as good, I guess I’ll just have to do it the same way they did. Which means first off, we’re going to get you to start looking at yourself like others do.”
The redhead teen’s voice grew into a parody of Cecilia’s snobbish tones. “Besides, I don’t know why you have underwear like that. If you told me it was picked out for you by a hardcore butch lesbian, I would almost believe it. Except even THEY have more fashion sense.”
Houki’s face broke into a pained expression almost instantly. “Hey, I picked out that stuff,” she protested.
A redness brighter than her hair started at Kirika’s cheeks and crept down the length of her neck. “And that,” she muttered flippantly to her raven-hairedroommate, “is the sound of me putting my foot in my mouth. To my knee.”
The corners of a pair of full lips curled up a hair. “It’s okay Rika,” the kendoka admitted neutrally. “This is part of the reason I need to learn this stuff.”
“I will try to be more careful though,” Kirika uttered apologetically. Clearing her throat once softly, hazel eyes looked up across the space between the two girls. “Okay, so to begin with, the most basic element you need to understand is that it’s not just what you wear. It’s not even how you wear it.” Callused hands gestured at the entirety of the kendoka’s body. “Ultimately, true femininity is based on you.”
Houki’s eyebrows dropped down as a frown creased her face. “Is that some sort of Zen practice?”
Crimson eyebrows reached up for low slung bangs. “In theory, yes. In reality it’s more like I can’t explain it properly.” The shorter teen frowned as she collected her thoughts. “Clothing doesn’t matter. A truly beautiful, feminine woman could have her face covered in dirt, unkempt hair and be wearing a misshapen sack for clothes.” Reaching up carefully, Kirika laid a hand between her roommate’s full breasts to rest on her heart. Houki shivered lightly at the contact, but remained silent. “You take a woman with those criteria, but have her confident in herself, and you would not find anyone in the world who won’t agree that’s she a feminine creature.”
The free hand skimmed Houki’s arm to tap one finger against the side of the kendoka’s head. Both hands tapped a steady unified rhythm on the taller girl’s skin. “And what I’m going to do is teach you how to feel your feminine side in both spots.”
The kendoka felt an electric tingle in her skin where the redhead’s hand resided. Ignoring the flutter in her stomach the tingle caused, Houki focused her mind to remain calm. “And how exactly will we do that?”
Rika flashed a confident smile up at her roommate. “For starters, we need you to start seeing yourself as others see you.” Quickly sidestepping around Houki, the redheaded teen placed her calloused hands on strong shoulders. A gentle push got the kendoka moving, and a tug stopped them both in front of the full length mirror they shared.
Standing on the tips of her toes, Rika peeked up over her roommate’s shoulders. “Go ahead and close your eyes a minute,” she insisted in a tone that brooked no argument. Houki hesitated for a minute before complying. The shorter girl leaned in close and was rewarded with a minor thrill as the kendoka’s hair grazed across exposed breasts. Pulling the long hair gently with one hand, Rika draped it lightly over Houki’s opposite shoulder.
“Now let’s try seeing yourself as someone else would. You’re at a public bath and you see this woman sitting there. Now open your eyes Houki.” Blue eyes opened and locked onto the image presented to them. Rika continued in a soft voice, her breath warm on the taller teen’s ear. “If a stranger sees you in the bath, what might she see?”
The free hand lightly wrapped itself around Houki’s waist. “She would see a woman that has taken pride in her body and works hard to maintain it.” As Rika continued, her hand moved of it’s own accord, coming to a rest just under the kendoka’s large breasts without touching them. “Someone who has an idea of her femininity and didn’t want to lose it in her pursuits.” Callused fingers drifted higher, avoiding touching Houki until two fingers were holding her narrow chin. “But if you look in her eyes...”
Houki’s eyes fixated on her reflection, seeing a face she barely recognized. “What’s going on here?” the kendoka asked in a hushed tone to her roommate.
Hazel eyes glittered as the room’s lights gave a halo to both teens. “If you look in her eyes,” Kirika continued, her voice intimately soft, “you see a woman who has no confidence in herself. And because she has no confidence in herself, you can’t see her as a woman.” Hints of shadows played across the faces of both girls; the brief glimpse of darkness gave Houki a momentary clarity.
Strong legs held a body that was athletically trim while not overly muscular. Moving upwards, the woman had a flat stomach leading into large breasts that complimented her frame almost perfectly. A slender neck gave elegance to an oval face with long curves, high cheeks and a tapered chin. The thin nose separated crystalline blue eyes. As Houki looked into the reflection, those blue orbs held only doubt and confusion.
Startled by what she saw in the mirror, Houki jerked in her roommate’s grip. Instinctively trying to move, the taller teen slammed into Kirika and sent both girls sprawling to the ground. The kendoka felt her arm slam into something malleable as something unforgiving hit the back of her head.
“Oof!” exclaimed the redheaded teen as she was compressed between the floor and her roommate’s weight. The world darkened as a wave black hair settled over Kirika’s face. Well, this is a little awkward... the class representative thought to herself.
Houki was lying atop of the shorter girl, almost motionless except for the feeling of her breathing. One of the kendoka’s breasts rested solidly in Rika’s hand, the nipple was stiffening under the inadvertent caress by the calloused palm. A long leg was tangled between Rika’s own; the sensation from the presence of the strong thigh up against her sex intimately caused the redhead’s face to flush reflexively. How am I going to explain this if I have to call for help?
The kendoka solved the problem by starting to move, twisting her head slightly. Opening her eyes, Houki stared blankly at the ceiling of the room before realization clicked in and she pulled herself to a position lightly straddling Rika’s legs. “I’m so sorry Kirika I didn’t mean to do that.”
Rubbing her sore spots gingerly, the redheaded teen pulled herself from under her roommate. “It’s okay,” Rika allowed. “Accidents happen.”
Blue eyes drifted down to the ground as Houki recalled the prayers learned as a child. Was there one I can use to have me drop dead and save the embarrassment, the dark haired teen frantically thought. Any further musings were interrupted by a set of smaller hands gripping her own.
“I said it’s okay Houki-chan and I meant it,” Kirika muttered soothingly. Stepping around her roommate, the class representative looked up into a face covered with shame. “Trust me, I’ve seen it all, been knocked around by some of the best.” A wry expression crossed the redhead’s face for a moment, then her voice was light as she continued, “Even you. This sort of thing happens. I’m not sure what you saw that spooked you, but we’ll put it aside for now.”
All trace of amusement vanished from the shorter teen’s voice. “Look, I already know you’ve got plenty of confidence. But right now it’s all focused on your kendo skills. That means I need to just get you comfortable with your body. Like someone wise once said, ‘This is normally a skill that takes years to develop’.”
Houki smiled as she recalled using nearly those exact words during a training session with her roommate. Kirika returned the smile as she pressed on. “But it makes the work easier in a lot of regards. I just have to get you to dress properly and transfer some of that confidence into the appreciation of your body.” A single hand reached up to wrap around the taller girl’s shoulders. “It won’t be easy, but I don’t back down on anything I said I would do.”
The kendoka flashed a thankful smile at Kirika as the redhead held her comfortingly.
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