"Glad you could make it Chronos." Chisaki eyes his companion before continuing. "Now that you're both here, care to explain why my hallways smell like marijuana ?" You bite your lip not expecting the question at all. Your stomach drops with anxiety and your tail begins to swish in agitation. "Uh...sorry. T-that was me."
You stutter in a mousey voice. Suddenly a memory of Chisaki destroying a man three times before stopping flashes before your eyes. 'Not to you. He would never.' Your mind weakly reassures you, but your tail is securely tucked between your legs giving away your fear. "Holy shit Y/N you never slip up!" Chronos says in surprise turning your face fifty shades of pink. "If the smell makes it to my bedroom, you're in fuckin trouble." Is all Chisaki says before getting into the car. You and Chronos exchange a look before shrugging. "Hey don't use all of it alright?" He asks with a low chuckle before getting into the driver seat.
Under his watchful eyes in the car you realize...'I'm still high.' Your inner thoughts begin to race and without you noticing your body begins to rock back and forth slightly in order to self regulate. Watching you closely it doesn't take him long to notice that your eyes are still a bit glossy and red. Chisaki shifts in his seat putting a hand into his pocket, he pulls out a lollipop unwrapping it he finds himself testing boundaries with you again.
He holds it out looking deep in your eyes. "The sugar will bring you down." His intimidating gaze has your face turning his favorite shade of pink while your brain processes. "Thanks!" You exclaim reaching your hand out he moves it away from you before plopping it into your mouth on his own. Your eyes are wide and your breathing intensifies meanwhile your body refuses to move. Chisaki raises a sly little eyebrow, his hidden smirk turns to him biting his lip as he watches you snap back into action shyly looking out the window your cat ears twitch slightly just like always when you are flustered.
'Good kitty.' He thinks to himself he continues to watch your movements, gaging whether or not he is pushing too much. He knows you like him but he needs you to need him. To only ever think of him to live and breathe for him...so he is training you. Silently but with a diligent hand. "So can I know what my job is tonight?" You ask with a smile hoping it'll cut through the sexual tension you felt.
"Yes, tonight we are going to a club. I need you to go in and lure out a very particular hero for me. I will do the rest while you distract anyone who might try and follow. Understood little kitty?" You sigh pushing your head back against the seat. "You could've told me I could dress for fun." You whine pushing out your bottom lip. Chisaki finds himself wishing he had...he'd really like to see what kind of clothes you would ~choose~ to wear out...however.
"Almost there man!" Chisaki grabs his gun, opening the chamber and checking his red bullets. "Alright be careful in there tonight." The words are kind but the tone is one of aggression? "I will, Sir. So who am I grabbing?" You ask with a smile your tail swishing around. "FatGum came across one of our facilities recently asking questions he shouldn't have. His real name isn't relevant to you because you're going to act like a huge fan. They always fall for that."
You roll your eyes at the description of your role here. 'So that's why he invited me along...' Your heart sinks into your stomach you'd hoped it was because he was opening up his life to you more...guess not. "You're not wearing that. Your knives are too obvious. Don't worry, the screen blocks Chronos from seeing. I will turn." Chisaki bends and pulls the outfit he'd been excited to present you with from beneath his seat. He curses himself internally for not presenting this like he'd rehearsed in his head....
Your eyes widen in surprise...this is the first gift he'd given you outside of keeping you safe and alive. Tears threaten to escape your eyes as you bite your lip for distraction. The outfit is a shirt made of a lightweight breathable material and a skirt that is made of PVC. The top has a piece of fabric that goes over your mouth. You open it up to find it has a skeleton on it in breathtaking purples and blues bringing a disoriented feel to the piece.
"I am very grateful for this! It's so cool and even matches my knives! But um...Uh...do I really have to change here? " You bow your head worried that he will be angry with you for having made a complaint. Sure you want him inside you but...'fuckin pussy.' Your inner monologue whispers spitefully at you.
"Yea I'm not letting you in with knives out like that. Push em up in that skirt bat your eyelashes, you'll be fine." Your mouth forms into a hard line debating arguing with him about something for the first time. "Yes Sir." You say instead giving an obedient nod. To tell the truth you're not even completely sure why you are agreeing to this so easily. The screen he'd mentioned buzzes as it begins going up and as promised before. He turns respectfully away...meanwhile the phone that seems just lazily placed in his hand is set to record.
You remove your weapons and then peel off the cat suit. "This kinda sucks." You huff while undressing, having to bend yourself at odd angles only to find at the bottom..."Are you kidding me?" Your heeled combat boots are now tangled in the cat suits fabric because you somehow forgot to remove them in the beginning. "Need some help?" Chisaki snorts out a laugh but it's only to humiliate you more. He can already imagine how amazing this will be to watch later.
"I'm good." You grunt in frustration finally getting the damn thing off...now to the outfit. Even though you know he can't see you having to spread your knees in order to get the skirt on pushing your core towards him...yes even when out of embarrassing necessity...You could feel yourself getting wet.
"You need to go faster." He instructs and with a gulp you do what you'd been avoiding...closing your eyes to put on the shirt. Sure he probably wouldn't look but it just felt so awkward. SO many thoughts and feelings rush through your mind in the split second it takes you to pull the shirt over your head securely hiding your tracking collar. You find for a moment this makes you sad though you don't take the time to analyze that just yet.
You open your eyes and sigh. He takes this as a signal turning around he checks his phone and nods. "We should be stopping soon." Just when his sentence is finished the car comes to a complete stop. He opens your door and nods toward a club's pulsing entrance. You step out and take a deep breath. "panDEMONium" is the name a red neon sign flashing at you from the top of a huge entryway that kinda looked like it led to an alleyway instead of a club.
The music pulls you in and you find yourself very tempted to dance. Walking in you get stopped by a bouncer who asks your age. You tell him you are twenty-two and he shrugs letting you pass him. 'He doesn't care about his job.' You think to yourself thanking the universe that you got in so easily. You are walking deeper into a huge space pulsing with music and flashes of neon light. You love that the club is alternative based.
Everything from the music to the crowd dancing, drinking, smoking and making out. You see flashes of cyber punk influence everywhere and think to yourself, 'This is the kind of place I'd hang out.' a twinge of longing hits your chest. This knocks you back into reality and out of your head. Only for you to have somehow found yourself in front of a small group of pro heroes.
Your eyes narrow when you remember why exactly you are here.'Showtime.' You find yourself eyeing the ten or so pro heroes you can make out that stay huddled close. From what you can see this isn't a place that hates the villains. It seems the golden boys have found themselves in neutral territory. Very fortunate for you...less likely to get caught. Finally your eyes lock onto who you recognize from television as none other than a deflated FatGum. Gasping you wave excitedly automatically getting into your part.
"OH MY GAWD FATGUM!!" You exclaim jumping up and down to get his attention. An eyebrow goes up before his eyes scale your fragile looking body up and down. "Hey there! And what's your name?" He asks, getting kind of close to your ear, making you want to grimace...your smile stays intact shining in your eyes even if he can't see your lips.'you smell like a bar dude.' your mind huffs in annoyance but out of your mouth tumbles the words, "I'm kit! Oh my gosh this is so cool! Can you like, come to my car for an autograph or somethin?" You ask as your body begins to sway slightly to the music hoping it will tempt him into the situation. En are so easy to manipulate.
Hesitation shows itself so clearly as he takes a half step back, but upon looking down at your tiny frame again he decides there is absolutely no way that you could overpower him. "Of course! Anything for a cute little fan like you." He says with a grin and a wink. You clap your hands excitedly. "Thank you so much! I've wanted to meet you for years!" You exclaim in a very convincing tone. "Really it's no problem." He yells over the music as you lead him to the side door you'd noticed earlier. You pray to the gods that this is the right door and pop out into the warm night air.
Without warning the hero pushes you into the brick wall of the club with a smile. "Wanna get to know your favorite hero better than just an autograph, little kitty?" Your brain freezes for a moment and the only thought that finds its way through your mind is, 'Chisaki help!' He leans in close like he is going to kiss you when suddenly he has no head, his body falling like a sack of potatoes out of nowhere.