Emi/Meiko - Halloween Spirits [Non-H]

The train screeches to a halt and the intercom ushers all off its passengers out, declaring that this is the final stop before the line closes down for the night. I grab my bookbag, having been lightened by trading the school supplies for a night's worth of clothes, and step off at the station.

It's the first time I've come here by myself, and thankfully the path to her house is easy enough to remember, seeing as how it's practically a straight shot from the station. Although I don't feel so safe running around at night, even if everyone seems to be on watch thanks to Halloween celebrations.

Then again, it doesn't look like Emi's neighborhood is content to stay inside. There aren't a lot of trick-or-treaters in sight, but there are a couple of houses that don't have any qualms about having parties in the front yard anyway. By comparison, her house is rather tame; boasting a few decorations that only serve the light the walkway to their front door.

I rap my knuckles against the wooden frame of the front entrance, only having to wait a few moments for an answer to arrive.

“Oh hey, you're here!” Emi answers upon opening the door, stepping aside to let her mother check as well. “I was afraid you'd get lost on the way over.”

Although her hair is still tied into the same twintails as always, she's wearing some kind of headdress with beads dangled through her brunette locks. A scepter rests in her hand and a white dress is draped from her shoulders, accentuated by a golden necklace and belt covered in what look like egyptian writing.

Her mother seems to be going along with the theme, her entire body from neck to toe covered in white, form-fitting bandages that call more attention to her figure than should be allowed. She's wearing her hair in that same braid, with a few bandages around her head in an attempt to complete the costume.

Greeting trick-or-treaters seems to be their goal tonight, seeing as how Meiko has a bowl of candy the size of a large watermelon waiting to be picked apart. Seeing as how I've gone without putting a costume together for tonight, I'll have to be sitting on the couch while they tend to other people at the door. “It was easy enough to find, since you live on the same road as the train station.”

“I thought you said you were gonna dress up.” Emi pouts, tapping me on the head with her scepter as I follow her inside.

I shrug, thinking back on the festival as I glance down at my regular school uniform. “I didn't put one together since I was running the event behind the scenes.”

“Ah, that's right.” Meiko remarks, stepping into the kitchen to check on something – the air smells of ham, and I can only hope that's what they still have leftovers of. “How did the school event go?”

I wish there were more to talk about than the four hours spent running back and forth adjusting curtains and telling some of the other students where to go; I also had to handle the affairs for another class seeing as how Emi  wasn't around. “It went okay. I had to run errands for 3-4 for a while as well, but that was a little more bearable.”

“Rin went as a disembodied head sitting on a table. She was one of the scarier costumes.” I add, thinking back on all of the people who were sent yelling upon getting to the end of 3-1's haunted house.

“That sounds like a lot of fun.” Meiko comments with a smile, swaying back and forth through the kitchen while Emi seats me in the living room. “Halloween is definitely Rin's holiday. She's not a very big fan of Christmas”

“Rin's not a big fan of holidays in general.” Emi adds, propping herself up on both arms. “She doesn't like the cold season because she's always having to put socks on or take them off, she doesn't understand Valentines or White Day, and even I can't manage to explain Easter.”

While Meiko finishes up on cleaning the leftovers from their dinner and preparing something for the evening, Emi makes a show of plopping down on the floor beside me, having to take extra care not to somehow step on the long robe of her costume. There's already a couple of snacks laid out on the table, among which sits a massive bowl of candy, no doubt intended for all of the trick-or-treaters they haven't been getting. There also seems to be some incense burning, as well as a few candles to set the mood.

“You two are really into halloween, aren't you?” I muse, chuckling at all of the little trinkets laying around the living room. The drinks Meiko eventually brings to the table are even more indicative of such a thing, considering the bone-shaped ice cubes floating around in the red liquid.

Emi and Meiko both nod before sharing a giggle of their own.

“It's always been a family thing.” Emi says, examining the beverage her mother has placed in front of her with a curious eye. "Just too much fun in dressing up, even though I always wind up getting the crap costume between us."

Meiko snickers and takes a small sip from her glass before searching for the TV remote, idly flipping through the channels. “Her father was an absolute maniac about dressing up and doing something big. We'd always wind up going to at least three different parties before the night was done.”

“That was back then, though. We just relax now” Emi adds, letting out a nostalgic sigh before having a go at her drink -- the likes of which only takes one small gulp for her to recoil with surprise. “Hey, mom, what did you do to these?”

Out of curiosity, I decide to go ahead and give it a try as well. All I receive for my effort is the exact opposite of what I was expecting though, my taste buds bombarded with a stinging, spicy texture that fills my nose with the scent of tomato juice.

“Yeah, that is kinda strong for fruit punch.” I say after a few coughs, wincing as I set my glass back on the table.

“That's because it isn't fruit punch, dears.” Meiko says with a light smile, seemingly amused that we didn't immediately know what it was. “It's a bloody mary.”

Emi gives her mother a quizzical look before trying her drink again, this time managing to stomach it a bit more now that she knows what to expect. “A bloody mary? What's up with the alcohol? Don't we normally have punch or something?”

 “Well, you're old enough for it. Back then I would simply wait until you were in bed, but this is something we can share now.” Meiko returns, letting her attention drift back to the television. "Besides, we have a guest. We can have a bit of fun now that Hisao's here."

With that said, she glances over and shoots a wink at me, the sheer charm of which causes me to burn up as blood rushes to my head. All this results in is Emi nudging me in the side and giving one of those playful smirks. "Well, when life gives you lemons, you know..."

The message reaches me well enough, as soon we both tilt the glasses up to our lips and let things run their natural course. After a few minutes, we've both gone about halfway, with Emi uttering a short -hic- every now and then as she glances between me and the TV, sticking her tongue out at me each time I chuckle.

Now that I stop to think about it, the taste isn't as off-putting as I'd initially thought. A bit too spicy for my taste, but it goes down well enough. I have to resist the urge to ask someone to turn off the ceiling fan, however, considering how much my head begins to hurt just by looking at it. Emi seems to be doing about as well, although she can't seem to lose her hiccups no matter what she does. Unlike either of us, Meiko seems to be taking it without an trouble, having been unaffected so far – or, at least, she's not showing any signs of it if she is getting a little tipsy, aside from her rosy cheeks.

Emi's energy level reaches its peak as Emi finishes off her glass and lets out a long 'whooo~,' punching me in the shoulder before taunting with "c'mon Hisao, are you gonna let your girlfriend out-drink you?"

Despite being so lively, however, it's clear that she's more than a little buzzed. Ever-so-slightly slurring her words, swaying in her seat, having to fight the urge to lean on me for support whenever she tries to stand up, and at least a dozen other symptoms. On the other hand, the first drink hasn't hit me as hard as I'd expected, my eyes still able to focus on the TV and fight off my drowsiness from the day that's followed me.

Being able to maintain my focus begins to act as a double-edged sword however – someone finally shows up at the front door, knocking against its wooden surface. It would seem to be a larger group, as the chatting in preparation for Meiko to answer can be heard even where we're at. With a light giggle, the older woman across from me stands up to tend to them, taking the bowl of candy as well as my attention with her.

Her hips sway with a tantalizing rhythm, back and forth, constricted by the cloth of the medical gauze lining her curves. My gaze practically begins to burn a hole into her back, looking up and down for the outline of her underwear, or maybe some form of clothing – something to indicate that she's not totally bare underneath all of it, like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

I'm unable to complete any further analysis, however, as I snap back to my senses and focus on the other girl in the room, who has now wrapped both arms around my torso and is in the process of nibbling on my shirt, one hand making a slow and gradual crawl up to my tie.

“Emi, are you alright?” I ask, doing nothing to resist as she tugs on my neckwear.

She takes a few moments to remove her prosthesis and sets them aside before scooting closer to me, a glint in her eye as my entire form is scrutinized. "I'm just fine, dummy. Are you alright?'

"Of course I'm alright." I return, having to catch her as she loses balance and tumbles on top of me. "You seem to be getting a little worked up, though."

She lets out a long groan before cradling her face against my chest. “I'm tiiiiiired.”

“I can see that.” I smile, trying not to chuckle as she lets out another hiccup and buffets my senses with a burst of spicy vodka-breath.

“What're you laughin' at?!” She slurs, groggily jerking back and meeting my eyes with all the burning intensity of a pacified tiger – her gaze lies adrift, constantly having to return her attention to me between idle looks over my shoulder or down my chest. “Can't a girl get tired without you makin' some kinda... remark... thing...”

A sigh escapes her lip as she falls back against me once more. It's at this point that I begin to wonder just how drunk Emi is, whether this is the final step before she falls asleep or passes out, of it this is only the beginning. What if she's one of those backwards drunks that gets sleepy on a buzz, but progressively gets rowdier and rowdier until she's trying to table-dance with Meiko?

It would seem that Emi's energy supplies aren't totally depleted, though, seeing as how she can still put in the effort to sit up and pull me closer, to the point that our foreheads touch. A sly grin forms on her lips, oddly mismatched with the dim twinkle in her eye.

"Hey Hisao." She whispers, gripping my collar with one hand.

"Yes, Emi?" I reply, beginning to feel a little lightheaded.

She pulls me even closer for a kiss, holding it for what feels like a solid ten seconds before she breaks away to take a breath. "I bet mom wouldn't say anything if we went to my room..."

Although the prospect of carrying her off while she's in that costume is certainly an appealing one, I don't think I'd be able to wrap my mind around getting under the covers with a drunken Emi with a poor sense of balance. I'm usually more comfortable with her taking the lead, and I don't think she'll be taking anything other than a bedpost to the face in her current state.

"We could try in the morning when you're not so tipsy." I say with a smile, bracing myself for the insistence that may follow.

Rather than put up a fight or try to drag me to her room with her own two hands, she gives me a low moan and lays her head against me, both arms wrapped tightly around my waist. "I can't be drunk, Hisao. -hic- I've only had one drink."

On that previous note; I'll assume that this is near the outer limit, rather than entertaining the notion of having to catch Emi as she loses her balance on a table. One thought I do entertain, however, is the vivid imagery of Meiko somehow reaching the point where she might start dancing.

She returns from the front door wtih a smile, having just sent all of the children on their way. Now that I really look at it; there's no way she can be wearing something underneath it all of that – not a bra, at the very least. Just the way she shakes and... jiggles is a dead give-away. Upon closer inspection, you can see small gaps in the bandages at that. Small, enticing windows where one can just barely spot the zones where her two breasts squish together.

“Oh my, should I give you two some privacy?” Meiko jabs upon she taking her seat, drawing my attention back to the brunette-haired girl rubbing her cheek against me and continuously giggling.

I wrap one arm around Emi's shoulder and try to hold her steady, which only interrupts her laughing fit and knocks me off balance. Her headdress falls off and she uses me as a cushion, her head pressed into the crook of my neck.

“I might need some help if this continues.” I laugh, deciding not to interrupt Emi as she begins to climb on top of me, keen on using me as some kind of living body pillow.

All this act does elicits from Meiko is another giggle, however. “At least one of you holds your alcohol well. Emi's even more of a lightweight than I used to be.”

“Well, Emi's about half as tall as either of us, so...” I say, cut short by Emi squeezing me extra tight and letting out a bit of a grumble.

“Mmm, I wouldn't say that counts for anything.” The woman across from me counters, already well on the way to finishing her first drink as she meets me with a wistful gaze. “I was about her height in my last year of school, being one of the latest bloomers out of all the girls.”

“Really?” I ask, half bewildered.

She nods and shoots me another wink. “She's got at least another fifteen centimeters to grow”

“In more places than height, might I add.” Meiko continues, smiling that mature, alluring smile she seems to have perfected over the years. As if to accentuate that notion, she clasps both arms together and raises them over her head in a stretch, showing off one area of her body that might very well burst if it were accentuated any further. “You've made a fine investment, Mr. Nakai.”

A nervous 'heh' escapes my lips as I think over what she just said, sneaking a glance over Emi who seems to have already fallen asleep, her shoulders rising and falling in a calm rhythm. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm~.” Meiko nods, a playful smile on her lips as she notes my sudden interest. “What a shame it'll be, too. We'd have to go out and buy a whole new wardrobe for her if she got even a few centimeters taller.”

The thought of a 'fuller' Emi continues to dance around in my mind as Meiko stands up to fetch something else, paying no mind whatsoever to her own form, an eye candy that grows only sweeter and sweeter.

I can't wrap my head around the idea of Emi hitting a growth spurt. She's the perfect height as is, just tall enough for me to rest my chin on her head whenever we hug, and I can't say I'm turned away from the sight of Emi's tight, toned figure. If anything, I think I'd prefer her this way; if she had all of the 'extra' curves of some other women, she might not be as flexible as she is now...

It's still a thought, however. What if it waited until near the end of our college years when we were thinking of settling down? Buying a house and starting a family with Emi when she's matured, taller, bustier, with fuller hips, and...

I need to stop thinking about this. Especially in front of the girl's mother.

At any rate, I'm only left waiting with those lingering images for a few moments before Meiko comes back with a bottle of red wine, a few dusty spots still lingering on its round surface. She clears the table off, setting the bowl of candy and other plates on the the floor and replacing them with the bottle as well as two wine glasses.

“So, Hisao, I don't think we've ever taken the time to get to know each other.” She says, not even batting an eye as I struggle to sit up against Emi's take on the bear-cuddle. A small damp spot has soaked in where my shirt meets her lips and my tie is nearly half undone after all the tugging.

I finish the job with my neckwear and let it hang around my collar as I try to find a comfortable position for Emi to lie against. With some guidance from Meiko, I set her against the table and allow instinct to take care of the rest, with the small girl cradling her head in both arms as she groggily mumbles to herself.

“I don't think we have, no.” I say, trying to chase all of the naughty connotations for such a phrase out of my head. “What did you want to know?”

She fills up both of the wine glasses about halfway and nudges one of them towards me, smiling as I accept it. “Well, Emi's already told me a lot about you when it comes to your condition, but all I know are simple things. I don't know much about... you.”

“For example, what are you planning to do after school?” Meiko asks, sipping at her wine as she waits for my answer.

Against my better judgment, I give her an idle shrug. “I was thinking of becoming a science teacher, but it's still something that's in the works. I'm not totally committed just yet.”

“You have plenty of time to figure it out.” She says, swirling her glass around. “I'm still not too sure as to what Emi would like to do, since she'll never give me a serious answer. Pirate captain, mime, circus performer... you've probably heard a lot of them.”

I nod. “Yeah, she's never given me much in the way of future discussion. We're a little too focused on what's going on now, I suppose.”

Meiko gives me a half-smile, a wistful look in her eye. “If you find out, do tell me what's going on.”

“I will, don't worry.” I respond, taking a drink from the goblet Meiko poured for me. “I'm at a loss for what to ask you, though.”

This time she utters a short giggle, propping her head up on one arm and setting her glass down. “Do you think I'm uninteresting, or would you just like to keep that nice mystique around me?”

“Uh, well... nothing like that.” I stutter, trying to search for the right response. “It's more that I can't think of anything proper to ask.”

As if pushing the joke even further, her gaze narrows even further and she gives me a look far more enticing than any I've ever seen. She reaches across the table and lightly scratches my chin with one delicately manicured nail. “Well, a woman's measurements are supposed to be a well-kept secret, but for such a handsome young man I might...”

My mind goes blank and the room seems to boil – I wouldn't be surprised if clouds of steam puffing out of my ears. At any rate, Meiko seems to cut herself just short of endowing me with the knowledge of her sizes, instead settling on letting me have a listen to her entertained laugh.

“You are so much fun to tease. It's no wonder Emi's taken such a liking to you.” She croons, refilling her emptied wine glass and letting the bottle flow into mine until it's back at the halfway point. “Well, I suppose we could talk about her father, if you'd like.”

Unable to steer away from the opportunity, I nod my head, waiting patiently as Meiko scoots over and carefully undoes Emi's ponytails, fluffing her hair and giggling as she shifts around and grumbles again.

“It's been about eight years since the accident. You already know all of that, though. Hmmm...” Meiko begins, although she seems to pause every few moments as if wondering what to say. “He was a good man, to say the least.”

“I met him a few years after I'd graduated from college. We met in the park when I was trying to lose some weight and he was training for a marathon.” She says, a nostalgic air to her voice, her words drifting through the silent air without any direction other than to recall them. “We very much hit it off, so much so that he was asking me to marry him by the end of the week.”

She lets out a sigh, taking a long drag from her goblet before continuing, glancing at me to see if I have any response every few phrases. “He was certainly a hard-worker as well. Emi takes after him more in that regard than after me.”

“He was always so active as well. Every holiday you could think of, the house would be decorated. Even when we lived in an apartment together, there would be decorations everywhere. He loved to celebrate and throw parties, no matter what it was.” Meiko says, glancing at the small pool of purple liquid remaining at the bottom of the glass. She lets out a short sigh, however, as if strengthening her resolve. “We've moved on from it, however. The accident, that is.”

“You never stop missing the one you married.” Meiko says with a smile, deciding to go back into her usual cheery state. “All you can do is keep moving forward, though.”

I bow my head to her before returning to my glass of wine, trying to think of something to say. “I don't think I could ever get over it if I lost my father. Honestly, you two are far stronger than I could ever be.”

“Well, that's debatable.” Meiko muses, reaching to pour herself another glass before deciding against it. “Emi's tough as nails, but sometimes an old lady like me just needs someone to lean on.”

After a short pause, she gives me one last wink before standing up, groaning as she does so. “We could always use a man around the house, you know. I'm sure that it's a little too early for you to be thinking about that with Emi, buuuut...”

“Keep it in mind~.” She adds, gathering the bottle and her own goblet before making her way back to the kitchen.

I take the time to check on the girl beside me, who is still mostly passed out. Her breathing is calm and she doesn't seem to be too affected by the alcohol beyond sudden bouts of drowsiness, no doubt brought on by all the jittering from her first and only drink.

"Is she gonna be alright? Shouldn't we go ahead and carry her to her bed?" I call out to Meiko, assuming that no amount of loudness could stir Emi at this point. She does begin to stir as I rub her back, however.

"That's not necessary." She answers, returning for a second trip to retrieve the rest of the dishes. "She'll probably be awake in a good hour or two. Just be sure to stay with her in case she can't hold it down."

As soon as Meiko stoops over to ruffle Emi's hair, however, she jolts in place, as if running from something in her dreams, and winds up knocking over the mostly-full glass of wine still on the table.

Within an instant, a pool of dark violet has gathered in my lap, beginning to soak through my uniform pants. Meiko drops what she's doing and runs over to assist me, somehow still fully in control of her balance despite how much alcohol she's polished off in the past hour. Rather than help me out of my trousers, however, she gestures for me to follow her down the hall, past Emi's bedroom to the washing machine. I grab my bookbag and follow her, stopping by the restroom to get changed.

I take my now-soaked trousers and undergarments and get over to the washer as quickly as I can, which is already running by the time I get there.

“Alright, they shouldn't be stained up if we get em done quickly.” Meiko says with a smile, holding one hand out for my clothes.

As soon as I get them to her, however, they seem to slip through her hand and fall on the floor with a 'plop.' Both of us bend down to try and pick them up, although I'm the only one that's able to complete the job as Meiko jerks back up, both arms behind her back and looking worried as she tries to fix something.

The bandages around her waist start to come unraveled, falling in ribbons as her hand slips. “Ooh, not good.”

It isn't long before my help is enlisted, with Meiko turning her back to me and bending over against the now-running washing machine, gesturing for me to grab the two loose ends of the gauze keeping her voluptuous figure at bay.

“Do you think you could give me a hand?” She says, glancing at me from over her shoulder. One arm struggles to keep the wrappings from falling apart any further, the coiling white ribbon now leaving her waist totally exposed, the dimples above her tailbone just slightly visible. A little more 'decay' in her costume indicates that she is, in fact, wearing some grey lace panties, but the lack of any straps across her upper back would prove at least half of my suspicions correct.

Although my shaky hand might give off the appearance of just helping her out of her costume, I'm really trying to find somewhere I can tie off her costume so that she doesn't become any more exposed. A solid minute of struggling only hurries things along their course though, and soon all I'm able to do is let things fall apart. I turn around out of decency, my brain twitching as the sight of her bare back leaves an imprint on my mind.

Meiko lets out a distressed “awww,” and begins to move, no doubt towards her bedroom so that she can dispose of the rest of her costume. From behind the closed door, I receive a “thank you for your help anyway, Hisao. This will have to be good night for me. Make sure Emi's covered.”

With that aspect covered, or... uncovered, I grab a blanket and pillow from off of Emi's bed and head to the living room to take care of her – not that such a thing is needed, seeing as how she's awake again, just lying back on the floor rather than on the table.

I set the items aside and sit down beside her, lightly rubbing her shoulder. “How you feeling?”

“I was listening to you two before I -hic- fell asleep.” She returns without pause, groaning once more as she tries to shield her eyes from the ceiling fan. Eventually she just rolls over, paying no mind to me other than to receive her pillow and deliver one last comment.

“Stop flirting with my mom.”

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(Everyone remember to say happy birthday to Hearts on November 1st because he's a glorious bastard who deserves to have a good day. And also celebrate Misha's birthday because wahaha~.)