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Blinking as her feet touched the cold ground of Empty Sekai, Miku tilted her head and looked around. With each face her eyes landed on, she felt slightly more at east, like she was truly home. She couldn’t recall much, but she knew that she hadn’t been here; there had been a vast nothingness, a place more devoid of anything than even her empty home. It had been strange, existing but not at the same time in a place emptier than empty, and she felt a comfort in being back. However, the distress in her heart refused to settle and leave as she rapidly blinked, searching, scanning around her. She gripped the skirt of her dress in her fists, clenching around the fabric in a silent but desperate attempt to calm herself.
“Kai… to…?” Miku tilted her head slowly in the other direction, her lips barely moving as she spoke the name of the only one not there. It was the first thing she had said upon returning, and she noted with mild confusion the odd looks it received from the others. It left a slight pang in her heart as they all regarded her as if she had never been gone, as if no one had… missed her. None of them were entirely… affectionate, so why did that thought make her feel so sad, so… lonely?
“He-“
“The shadows…” Len uncharacteristically interrupted Luka before she could really say anything. He rubbed his upper arm with the opposite hand, briefly meeting Miku’s mismatched eyes before averting his gaze once more.
“Mm…” Miku nodded knowingly, releasing the fabric of her dress from her fingers. She inhaled slowly before walking through ha gap between her fellow Sekai inhabitants. She paused only once as Meiko placed a hand on her shoulder.
“You don’t have to find him, you know,” Meiko stated bluntly, though some part of her knew it was pointless. She may not have agreed with Kaito on much – if anything – or with his way of handling things, btu she knew he wasn’t harmful to Miku.
Miku’s expression changed just slightly in a subtle way that almost indicated the presence of a smile though her lips didn’t turn up. She knew she didn’t have to find him, logically, but she personally needed to. Her heart wouldn’t stop throbbing in her chest until she saw him. She gently removed Meiko’s hand from her shoulder, bowed her head just slightly, and continued on her way. She took her time as she wandered through the Sekai, letting her fingertips brush the frigid metal of seemingly fallen steel beams. It still felt as if it could all melt away around her, once more fading into the nebulous dreams of one not quite real. Her hands trembled as the pull in her heart led her into a vast expanse of grey.
Empty Sekai was truly much larger than any of them could comprehend, spanning far past where the eye could in the distance – the cloudy grey broken up only by sheets or beams of metal coming up through the ground or descending from what could be considered a sky. It was behind one of these jutting sheets of metal that Miku came to a stop. Looking down, her gaze landed on a huddled figure and she gripped her shaking fingers into her dress once more. “Kai… to…”
Kaito had his back up against the cool metal, his knees pulled to his chest and his arms crossed on top of his knees, his head hanging as he tried to block out everything around him. The shadows he had once let hide him now mocked his inability to act when necessary. Why had they all just stood there – accepting a perceived end like helpless animals? Why didn’t he try harder, act faster, hold her until the destruction disappeared or took him with her? It was baffling that Empty Sekai still remained with her gone.
He heard her timid voice, subtly shaking his head as if to be rid of a bug. How dare they let it take her? How dare he just-
“Kaito…?”
No. He closed his eyes tighter and grit his teeth as he heard her voice once more, one hand gripping almost painfully around the other arm in a desperate attempt to block out anything this damned place could use against him in his own pathetic weakness. He heard an intake of breath, finally lifting his head and staring into that infuriatingly beautiful familiarity if her eyes – Miku’s big, wide, worried eyes. What did she have to be worried about anyway?
“Come to haunt me?” Kaito muttered bitterly, casting his gaze aside. He couldn’t look at this manifestation of torment, couldn’t look at whatever punishment this Sekai had dredged up for him. He was pissed at the weakness she brought forth in him; it make his blood boil just thinking that her absence had made him this pathetic.
“…?” Miku tilted her head, confused by his tone. Her fingers twitched from where they were nervously wrapped up in the skirt of her dress. He had never greeted her that way before; did he… not miss her either? She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and inhaled sharply at the pain inflicted from that thought. “Kaito, no-“
“I… failed.” Kaito’s voice came out bitterly defeated, his hands coming to the sides of his head as blue nails dug into his scalp. His face contorted in an almost terrifying depiction of pure self-loathing and absolute rage. “I didn’t do enough…! I didn’t- I know that. But I-“ A guttural noise tore itself from his throat as he shook his head violently, pressing the heels of his palms into his temples. What could he say? That he didn’t deserve to see her face while being unable to experience her again? IT would be fitting punishment, he supposed. Seeing her but not feeling her, hearing her but not the sounds only he was privy to – just her repeating his name softly, sadly. “Leave as you came, shadow…”
“I’m… here?” Miku insisted softly, taking a step toward him. She wrung her hands from her dress and clasped them together in front of her chest. “Kaito… I’m here. Please…” She could feel her bottom lip tremble just slightly as he refused to look back at her. She watched his position change from knees to his chest to one leg stretched out, one bent up and slightly angled out. In the space where his legs parted just right, that was where she belonged.
Kaito forced himself to ignore her soft pleas, squeezing his eyes shut an clenching the hand of the arm perched on his bent knee into a fist. He shook his head shortly, refusing to look back toward her. Through his denial and ranging inner turmoil, he couldn’t feel that her presence was truly there – that she was standing in front of him as she said she was.
“Kaito! Please! I’m here!” Though Miku’s voice didn’t rise in volume, it did in intensity as she threw herself to her knees in that space that was hers alone. She gripped his shirt in her fists, just short of shaking him. “Look at me!” Though no tears came to her eyes and no sobs left her lips, there was still a slight choke at the end of her words.
Something in Kaito snapped at the muted desperation in this mirage’s voice; something brought him out of his self-destructive thoughts as he felt her slight weight against him. She was… touching him? The shadows couldn’t do that, could they? His eyes shot open and he looked down slightly into the pink and aqua that brought strange, inexplicable feelings to the forefront of his existence. Going on instinct alone, he wrapped his arms as tightly around her as he could, hearing a small gasp just short of pained. She didn’t disappear as she had in an earlier delusion, she just pressed herself closer to him, her hands still grasping tightly at his shirt. He did the only thing his brain could up with – he nudged her head to the side and bit almost violently into the soft, pale skin at the crook of her neck.
“Ah~!” Miku cried out, but didn’t flinch away from the blooming pain. Her fists relaxed, relief flowing over her as Kaito finally acknowledged her. Immediately, warmth overcame her, seeping into the very core of her being. She whimpered as she pressed her leg against Kaito’s crotch, quietly making her own desire known. She felt his teeth clamp down harder, his arms wrap tighter to the point she almost couldn’t breathe. “Kaito…”
The breath of his name on her lips, so close, so familiar, was all Kaito needed. In a blink, he had her pinned between him and ground, his chest pressed against her back. He pinned her arms down to either side, gripping her wrists tightly and watching as her fingers fidgeted against the cool ground. He moved his hips against her, though their layers of clothing still prevented any direct contact, and nipped at the nape of her neck.
Though the side of her face was pressed into the ground, Miku couldn’t care less. She relished in the roughness Kaito showed her, in the way he so easily moved her tiny frame any way he wanted. She had thought he would frighten her when he first made himself fully known, but she found a strange solace in the way he refused to baby her. She blinked slowly, inhaling shakily as she felt his growing excitement through the fabric of their clothes in between them. She wanted the layers gone, wanted to feel his skin against hers – the warmth of rage against her cool neutrality. Though, with him, she felt warmth like she couldn’t ever have imagined. “Please~”
Pulling away from feeling as much of her against him as possible, Kaito hitched Miku’s skirt up to her hips. He scowled at the little bloomers under the dress, tearing them away from her body without a care. Surely, whatever magic Sekai possessed would fix it later; if not, she could always asking the pink one for another pair – or a new outfit in general. Freeing himself from his own fabric restrictions, he wasted no time. She was so soft, so fragile, beneath him, but she was panting in anticipation, her entire body waiting for him. He grit his teeth, his brow furrowing as he gripped into the soft skin of Miku’s exposed ass, pulling her cheeks apart to look at both entrances. The enticing warm, wet folds and the fluttering hole just above it. He knew she couldn’t wait much longer, and neither could he.
Miku whimpered as she felt the head of Kaito’s cock against her awaiting entrance, drenched by just the thought of him ravaging her. It was never gentle, never soft, but gods, it was just what she needed. She gasped out a yelp as his full length buried itself within her, the next sounds out of her were nearly silent whimpers as Kaito didn’t give her a chance to adjust before his hand was around her throat. She whined, pushing back against him as he rammed forward, the pressure of his hand against her windpipe choking her sounds.
Kaito thrust deeper into Miku as her body practically refused to loosen around him, her inner muscles contracting around his intrusion. He pulled her up by her throat, her body arching perfectly as her shoulders touched his chest. Pressing his lips against her temple in a single, rare show of gentle affection, he moved his hand up from her throat and pulled his head away from hers to look down at her as she lolled her head back.
“More…” Miku breathed out, a whine still tinting her soft words. She couldn’t help how each pant shook her body, sweat beading on her forehead and causing her bangs to stick to her skin. She gladly took Kaito’s fingers into her mouth as his hand came to rest on her face, his index and middle hooking into her cheek. She closed her lips around the digits as best she could, rolling her tongue around them.
Pulling nearly all the way from her, Kaito slammed back in, the feeling of her mouth around his fingers somehow making him more ravenous. As she gasped and her lips and tongue came from around his fingers, he trailed his hand down over her dress. Getting up under her dress, he expertly found her clit, swollen from arousal; he pinched the little bud between his thumb and forefinger, drinking in her keening whine. He was relishing in the fact that she was there. He ducked his head again, biting and sucking at her neck and jaw and leaving red and purple marks to prove that she was there – she was his.
Miku reached up and behind her, running the fingers of one hand through the messy strands of midnight blue at the back of Kaito’s head. She tightened her fist in his hair as the nails of her other hand scratched into Kaito’s neck, feeling him so deeply inside her that she couldn’t tell where her body ended and his began until he pulled from her completely with a growl against her ear. “No…~”
“Needy…” Kaito muttered, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. He flipped her around onto her back, looking over her as she lay on the ground with her skirt pushed up around her waist, her hands by her head, her fingers pulsing open and closed slightly with the pace of her heaving chest. He gripped at her hips, snarling at the audacity of her arching her body toward the touch. He dug his nails in, pushing her to the ground as he shoved himself fully back inside her. He could see tiny bruises blooming under his rough hands, but it just made him push deeper.
Miku squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth agape with little whines and whimpers. One hand fell from beside her head to rest on her lower abdomen, gasping as Kaito’s hand covered her own and pushed down. Her eyes shot open as she felt him move under her skin, spearing in and out of her with such force she felt every miniscule movement within – and now, outside as well. Her whimpering moans caught in her throat as Kaito pushed in and out of her with renewed vigor, with such a building pace and intensity she could feel bruises forming where his body slammed against hers.
A minor adjustment to his hand position, and Kaito had his thumb purposefully pressed into Miku’s clit once more. He knew which buttons to press and how hard he could go, despite the others thinking that he perhaps lacked control. Pulling more moans from Miku’s mouth, he could tell by how her entire body trembled that she wouldn’t last much longer; truth be told, neither would he.
Barely able to register anything around her except her hand still resting on her lower belly and the torturous bliss clouding her mind, Miku let her almost limp form be lifted by Kaito’s arms. She soundlessly moaned as he sat her in his lap, his throbbing dick never leaving from within her throughout the change in position. Her own arms snaked under Kaito’s, around his torso, and her short nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as he thrust up into her. Every meeting and parting of their bodies sent her closer and closer to the edge, that beautiful warmth spreading forth from within.
Repeating what had started this entire thing, Kaito bit into the other side of Miku’s neck, mirroring the already reddish-purple mark he had left. Her whimpering moans resounded in his ears and he bit down harder, holding her as impossibly close as he could as he felt her climax rise and rise until she spasmed around his cock. Unwilling to release so close, he continued to thrust as deeply as he could, a grin breaking through even as he sucked against where he had bitten.
Miku couldn’t control her body, writhing and undulating as she was pushed further and further passed her orgasm. She was shaking, her breathing erratic, her mind fuzzy due to the overstimulation on all her systems. It was the antithesis of the place she had recently come back from. Suddenly, the violent thrusting stopped and her face was cradled by two large hands. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision hazy as she met deep, dark pools of blue. The almost silent moment of just their pants lingering between their faces was brief, but it spoke volumes that neither would nor could ever voice aloud. Then Kaito’s lips were on hers, his teeth nicking her bottom lip; the little bit of blood it drew could be tasted between them as he gave one more desperate, violent thrust and spent himself inside her.
Kaito didn’t pull from Miku; he absolutely refused as her insides seemed to milk him for all he was worth. She was real. She was home. She was his. He settled them against the sheet of metal that had hid their debauchery, holding her in his lap with his softening dick still resting inside her warmth. The skirt of her dress covered their indecency as he rested his back against the metal and let Miku rest her ear against his chest, her hands still fisting around the fabric of his shirt near his shoulder blades.
Whining as she felt him slip from her, Miku nuzzled her nose against Kaito’s chest. She refused to move even as she felt his own release leak out of her body, staying as close to him and relishing in the warmth of a simmering rage quelled by their recent actions. “I’m home…”
“Yes,” Kaito replied simply, another brief calm taking over him as he rested one hand at the small of her back and the other on the back of her head. He couldn’t help the agitating fondness in his heart for the grey-haired woman falling asleep in his arms. Her twintails were somehow more askew than usual, her face still dappled in drying sweat. He placed the most ghosting of kisses to the top of her head before leaning his head back against the metal with his eyes closed. It wasn’t often he felt at peace, but with Miku home and marked and his – he could accept this moment.
“Oh ho~” An irritating chuckle roused Kaito from his almost rest some unknown time later, and he opened narrowed eyes to meet sparkling sapphire, an annoying smirk framed by pink hair. With a raised eyebrow, she grinned teasingly. “You really missed her, too, huh~?”
“Fuck off. She’s resting,” Kaito spoke darkly, careful to speak quietly so that he wasn’t the one to wake Miku. He somehow narrowed his eyes more as Luka’s eyebrows both raised as if provoking him. He wasn’t about to allow her to goad him out of his current state. He growled, the hand at Miku’s back pressing her closer to him as she stirred slightly in her sleep.
Rolling her eyes and smirking with some sort of deranged pride, Luka shrugged and turned on her heel. She waved over her shoulder as she left with a giggle and a skip in her step. There was a beat of silence before a softer, more palatable voice graced Kaito’s ears.
“Kaito…?”
“Go back to sleep,” Kaito muttered as Miku lifted up her head, not looking down even as he felt her eyes flick to his face. He sighed heavily through his nose, forcefully keeping his eyes shut so he wasn’t tempted to look into Miku’s eyes. He knew that the second he did, it would be game over for his resolve. He put a hand back on top of her head and shoved her face back to his chest, not moving his hand so that she was forced to stay.
Miku breathed out a tiny sound akin to what one might construe as her form of a giggle. It was a soft, affectionate sound. She once again nuzzled her face into Kaito’s chest, wrapping her arms back around him as she wiggled her still bare lower body against his. “Thank you… for welcoming me back…”
“Mm,” Kaito grunted noncommittally, unable to ignore his regrowing erection at the seemingly innocent motion she just pulled. He knew better, though; he knew she wasn’t nearly as brainless as she appeared. He rested his hands on her hips over the fabric of her dress, meeting a sleepy gaze as she lazily lifted her head from his chest. He took her brief blink and almost-smile as a go ahead, sliding back inside her as she laid back against him.
For once, there were no violent thrusts or angry bites, just lazy rolls and sleepy whines as they drifted off in their little (mostly) secluded corner of Empty Sekai.