Charles Patricius

The obsession Paradox had with Kazuhiko was apparent to many by this version's current point in life. Kimiko reinforced this knowledge by commenting on his nature as a complex event. Actually, this was the time period in which such complexities began. No matter. As he lowered Kimiko's top, she wondered aloud if he was offering her flattery. To his knowledge, he had almost every picture he'd ever taken ─ especially the first experiences. "Don't call it flattery. It's just the truth," he assured. Kimiko was a strange subject, considering the first pictures he had of her were not taken with his conscious memory of events surrounding them. Now however, he'd be getting those memories... whenever his and Miko's phones were acquired. Whatever the case, Kimiko mentioned an apology for the last time-based mishap... but he remembered something else about that day. "I'm pretty sure you started, but didn't finish. I'm gonna need the rest~" he said in a flirty tone. As for kissing on the deal, he had no verbal response to give. This Kazuhiko was forward enough to subject Kimiko to a tongue invading the confines of her mouth as their lips pressed into each other. All the while, that active hand was squeezing and rubbing her breast in a circular pattern.

Saori wasn't the type to avoid worry simply because she was told to. Her misinformation, however, came forth with the notion of human history. "Your history and my history aren't the same. Besides... you haven't been sane in a long time," he responded. That anger of Yugi's would hardly subside until the job at hand was done, but the requirement for a completed task was first having Saori kneel and submit to the Shadow Monarch's Domain. He knew it wasn't in her nature to submit to anyone. Such was the reason it wasn't an option, and the reason she became so mighty... and endangered. This wasn't about beliefs, opinions, or anything to do with Yugi's cock being exposed. Of course the sight of Saori on her knees was appealing, but somethings had much higher priorities than others. "I don't care about the laws of reality. You think it matters if you like it or not?" he said. With the acceptance of his offer, Saori would have a single phrase spoken to her ─ to both her ears and her soul. "Sȳndor Arlinnon. This is too early, but I've given you the ability to fix all your problems. You know how this works by now, right? Say the right thing from your soul, and something happens." While Yugi explained what was presently happening, something else occurred. In his shadow, there were thousands, millions, tens of millions... of entities. One with enough perception could witness his shadow moving until it connected to Saori's for a moment. In that moment, her shadow gained an entity of its own. Strangely enough, even those mysterious entities possessed power beyond anything currently conceivable on any version of Earth. "Noctis should do well in an emergency. Lift your head."

The complexity of Kazuhiko as a being starts long before this little dalliance in time travel. That being said, Kimiko had learned a long time ago that the details aren't completely necessary for one like Kazuhiko. He wasn't the type to need to completely understand anything, he'd rather get a feel for things in a more organic fashion and be given details after he'd worked it out a bit. As an aside he claimed it wasn't flattery simply the truth, "Iia, iia, you don't get to decide if it's flattering for me. I am far from camera shy, keeping pictures of me is a bit different~" claimed Kimiko with a bit of cheekiness. Beyond that point her top was being pulled down and her chest bounced before being more directly accosted. While this happened, she heard that her apology might have started but Kazuhiko needed to hear the rest. "Well, whose..." she didn't get to finish that sentence either. She figured it was his fault if she didn't finish an apology and low, a gentle offer of kiss on it, was given and immediately her lips were found by his and there was a tongue invading her mouth. Well, she couldn't let that stand, she had to fight back, and thus her own tongue wrestled his as she vied for a bit more control of this situation.

At the same time, Saori was surely losing control and probably her mind. No... definitely her mind as well, "No need to confirm that..." she snapped in her usual manner. Their history didn't line up, but she also knew from her time spent living in the other world that there were literally dozens of reasons for that potentially and she wasn't the only one experiencing that form of oddity in her life. One of those oddity was her lack of submission. Saori wasn't naturally a submissive being, she didn't bend to the wills of others even when she knew she was at a disadvantage, as such this moment was one which stung in all her soul. She hated it, and expressed her discontent. The man before her claimed that if the laws of reality went unheeded her liking something didn't matter, "Yeah, see... I'm still the one dealing with it..." she said as if it made the most sense. If the end result fell back to her shoulders, than her expressing her discontent at how this situation was handled wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Her opinion was important, specifically where her own life was involved. Words were given to her, ones she didn't recognize but seemed to nestle themselves deep into her consciousness. It was early but she could fix her problems with such a thing. "Yeah... I have some idea, still weird though," she commented. Ah, but there was more. She could swear she saw shadows moving, more so than normal for a non-magical world. Apparently, something called Noctis should do in an emergency... and she was told to lift her head. She did so, though admittedly without haste given her own recent statement about not liking being bossed around. Here and now she was looking up at the lad from this lowered position and into his face to await the next part.

Kazuhiko would decide the presence of flattery at his own whim, and there was nary a thing Kimiko could do about it. There was no lack of sincerity in his admittance, so he'd be having none of the claims. Alas, that conversation would go no further, not that he really cared. Action was to be taken. Kazuhiko's future involved much more action than banter ─ at least compared to the time they were presently in. With that being the case, Kimiko's effort to gain control of the eventual wrestling between their mouths was met with more vigorous thrashing of Kazu's tongue against hers. His journey had been so long. No longer could he count the number of experiences under his belt, worldly or otherwise. Naturally, control was no longer something simply given away by this one. He'd even take to an additional assault ─ one founded upon his forefinger and thumb closing tightly around the black-haired girl's nipple.

Saori knew her mind was long gone. Such was the case with so many of their ilk during these early centuries, and well beyond. As Yugi saw things though, her mind was all she'd be allowed to lose in this leg of her journey. Regarding his lack of concern for her preferences, Saori urged that she remained the one to deal with matters. Oh well, he thought. Now settled into her soul was something that would avert the inevitable without being negatively impacted by the ever-intrusive causality of this universe. "Thanks would suffice, you know? But... don't worry about it. I'm used to it by now," he mused. Nothing would be said about the weirdness Saori spoke of. He knew she'd witnessed the movement of shadows between them, and assumed she could sense the thing now latched onto her shadow specifically. If she couldn't, that would probably become the case anyway, now that Yugi's internal fury was subsiding. What of his demand to have her head lifted though? Well, there was only one reason he suggested it. As Saori looked up into his face, his hand moved from her hand to her chin. He'd then be leaning forward until their lips met. If nothing else, the flood of unquantifiable power pouring into her soul from that very moment would be apparent and... probably well beyond energizing once it settled.

Kimiko would have argued more, it was in her nature after all... but it seemed their conversation was a secondary or even tertiary option at best. Why? Well, Kazuhiko had taken to thrashing around in her mouth with even more vigor when it became obvious that she wasn't planning to simply submit to his accosting of her mouth. This sort of interaction would only be made better by the changed use of his hand which went on to pinch one of her nipples while he accosted her bosom. She moaned into his mouth her body melting into his losing tension as she relaxed into a more demanding and firm version of the lad. Not that she hated what he was like when he was young, it was simply a matter of comfort for the man who could take charge of a situation, something Kimiko always favored in men in general.

While all this occurred Saori, was left at the mercy of weird magic. She acknowledged it, could sense it to a certain extent but still wasn't sure exactly what the purpose was of forcing her submission and attaching a strange creature to her soul. Regardless of the unanswered questions it would appear that there wasn't anything negative being associated with this particular situation. "I'm not an ingrate or anything..." she snapped in a manner that was more or less the basis of her personality beyond the maturity she seemed to act with, ah, well... when she'd turned her face up she'd find a man looking down at her and placing a hand upon her chin. And then lowering his lips to hers. Strange... she had no idea why that was a thing. But it was worse than that... as their lips met she felt power unlike any of the others she'd had contact with so far. Her eyes widened at the influx as she couldn't tell what it was or why it was... or anything really. She simply knew that it was an influx the likes of which she found confusing at her core. She didn't ask for power, nor anything else... but here it was being given for reasons she didn't understand as this man apparently found calm among other things.

Whatever Kimiko found superior about this form of Kazuhiko was beyond him. Well, that wasn't true. It hadn't escaped his notice; it simply didn't matter. In the mind of Kazu, at least in regards to things like this, a win was a win. He'd once developed a belief about looking a gift horse in its mouth, and it hadn't gone anywhere since then. One would even find Kazu's future self to be a few steps beyond that mentality. If this one received a gift horse, he could only... mount it and ride it into the sunset, establishing himself as its rider without hesitation. In this case, Kazu himself didn't seem to care about collecting phones and the like. No, his free hand grasped Kimiko's thigh as if he intended to eventually rise with her in tow ─ likely to devious effect. Whether that became an occurrence or not, he'd certainly be continuing the assault on her mouth and nipple. Long had he known Ashikaga Kimiko was not one to let wrest control of a situation, unless one wished for a very long struggle.

Saori may not have been an ingrate in the literal sense, but her demeanor was definitely what he would call... tsuntsun. As it were, Yugi enjoyed that sort of behavior. He'd be carrying that enjoyment all the way into a kiss that may or may not have been necessary; time would tell if it was. Saori received a flooding of unearthly mana, but Yugi seemed to relax. He even took the time to lick at her bottom lip between a few gentler pecks at the tail-end of the meeting. The snap of a saliva trail between them would feel as a sudden freedom gained from the ocean's depths. As for the power he'd imparted, Saori may find it energizing... but its true depths were not yet hers to access. "That's good. Full disclosure, that was mostly for me. Now, the important thing... ꀤꈤꃅꍟꋪꀤ꓄," he stated with a return of those glowing eyes. In that moment, the 'seed' planted in Saori would blossom to impart some of his own abilities. She had to be made actually capable of utilizing the given defense mechanism, after all.

While Yugi righted a past or future event, Kimiko experienced a certain kind of happiness. The differences between Kazuhiko and his younger self could be settled in the singular word, attitude. She simply found him with a take-charge attitude to be more acceptable in general. It was said once that confidence could be sexy, if she had any experience at all, she'd say that earned confidence was sexiest. There was something innately appealing about one who knew what they were capable of and offered it without restraint. Such was the kind of relationship she currently shared with Kazuhiko and such would be what they did while he aimed to lift her while he accosted her physically. She wouldn't be one to deny him, if he wanted to lift and shift her around she was far from one who needed to stop him. They had time, they always had time, these two could have their phones, get where they needed to be and have a bit of fun in the meantime. And so long as Yugi was distracted she'd keep allowing Kazuhiko to have his fun as well. After all, she'd already fished him up, she might as well enjoy him.

At the same time, Yugi seemed to be enjoying the kiss he'd decided that Saori needed. Or rather he'd decided to give her. Whatever his reasoning behind the action, Saori knew of its effects simply by virtue of what was going on with her body. In fact, there was so much pressure from just a kiss and her body was filling with energy seemingly for no reason. Even so, there wasn't much physical aggression to the sensation. If anything he seemed to be almost polite in his approach, gently pecking and even licking at her bottom lip. Given the action Saori found herself fighting back so to speak flicking at the tongue near her mouth and allowing her lips to purse and meet those which pressed down against her. All for the sake of avoiding drowning. And just as the sensation became too much it broke. He claimed that was an action mostly for himself as the line between them snapped and Saori huffed, "I'm not surprised..." she said seeming to be about two seconds from crossing her arms over her chest and turning her nose up. Still, she'd noted his more relaxed posture and would assume that the ends justified the means. It hurt no one after all. Whatever the case there was a word spoken she didn't recognize which caused full confusion to play across her face. "Still weird. I feel weird, but... thanks I guess," she uttered earnestly. If all was well now she'd rise and stretch feeling oddly different and wanting to find her way, away from this group. After all, she could only take so much at a time.

With nothing to stop his progression, Kazuhiko would only move forward with the first thing entering his mind. For now, that involved getting out of that chair while keeping Kimiko held against his person. Doing so required releasing her breast to support the small of her back instead, but that was of little consequence. He'd easily lose himself in the effort to grind his clothed undercarriage against hers while attacking her mouth with increasing vigor ─ even to the extent that he'd soon be caught with her lip being pulled between his teeth. Just the same, he was turning on the spot, seeming to have another sort of move in mind for the near future.

Meanwhile, Yugi was finally settling affairs from the distant past with Saori. So long as she remembered what to do, success was assured... and luckily, he made it impossible for her to forget on a spiritual level. Once both he and Saori were standing, Yugi took another moment to appraise the woman. She was already doing surprisingly well for someone made to kneel before his exposed form. Another aspect of the timeline had been confirmed. "Feeling weird is normal. It'll wear off eventually. Just don't go around fighting anybody for a while. If you feel the need to... either pick him," he paused there, gesturing with a nod toward Kazuhiko. "Or wait for the beach trip. That oughta work~" he assured. As for Saori's gratitude, Yugi shook his head. "There's only three forms of thanks I take, and I'm sure you know at least what the number one option is. Thank me later, yeah?"

Kazuhiko's continued movements and desires would not be hindered by Kimiko. No in this case they were shared interests and she was never one to stop anything within her interests. Though she was quite curious about this version making due with the earliest form of his body. Perhaps it really was the attitude that took care of everything else? Or maybe he'd see a few differences? Well, it didn't really matter as she was picked up and they moved about. He continued to assault her mouth but let go of her nipple in exchange for the better ability to carry her. She always enjoyed this part, being lifted, being carried, her feet not touching the floor. But that wasn't the only pleasantry here, no she was also being ground against his clothed form and wiggled her own hips with every motion. In the mean time a bit more aggression came her way as her lip was pulled between his teeth and she sighed. "It really might have been a while, huh?" she mused. It always seemed to her that he was beyond excited to see her, it was always a fun part of their dynamic.

At the same time, it seemed that the righting of a past wrong was coming to an end. Saori was standing feeling a bit strange but choosing to mostly ignore it so long as it didn't cause her problems. Much like a professional after a visit she was given a few instructions. She'd feel weird for a while, but no fighting, unless Kazuhiko was her target or she'd have to wait for the beach trip. Her brow rose curiously. "Uh-huh..." she didn't bother mentioning that she had no intention of tagging along with a group of horny teens on their beach excursion. Nor that she had no intention of starting anything else in general. She'd done enough already by her own standards. Being told not to fight was odd, but she wasn't exactly the type to get into a fight for no reason, she could mostly keep her cool. "It's not like I plan on starting a fight or anything..." she said brushing that part off and choosing to not address anything else said though it was obviously processed. According tot his lad he only accepted thanks in three ways and she could thank him later. She wasn't going to mention that either. This was the same as the horny teen beach thing... she had no intention of trading sex for things that was far outside of her normal operating mode. "I'll think about it," she said to thanking him later, she definitely wasn't going to agree to anything weird right now. She was already dealing with a lot. "Hm, guess I'm going to have coffee and see a movie then... ja," she said heading for the door and slipping on a pair of runners which went with the black turtle neck and pair of high waisted jeans she was wearing. A gentle check, phone, wallet, keys and she was off.

By the time Kazu had Kimiko's lip caught between his teeth, he'd managed to turn them around to a point of her back facing the sofa. He also got to hear Kimiko's assertion about how long it must have been since their last meeting. If he stopped to think about it, Kazu would find himself wondering why she thought that. It was never a matter of time for him. For any of the women he spent time with, a visit later in the same day would see no less excitement than a visit some years later. In fact... "Uhh, it's been about two days for me since the last one ended? It's why I'm in Venice with Anna. She's been alone for a little while, so we took a date for just us again," he explained while leaning forward to pin Kimiko against the sofa, where the grinding of their lower halves would immediately be made more intense. "But, you know me, and I know you can't wait to get another glimpse of my sweet moves~" he said jokingly, yet also with an air of great confidence.

Saori had no plans of starting anything, but... when did she ever? It was basically a trademark part of her personality to be that way. She claimed she would be thinking about the 'thanks' to offer him, and... Yugi happened to know how that would probably come about. "I know. I've also got something for you. You don't have to stick around for it," he said. With an outstretched hand, Yugi performed a bit of... reality shattering. A smartphone appeared in his palm ─ one he already had Saori's phone number registered to. He sent a simple photo to her while those final pre-departure checks were being performed at the door. In said photo, there was a version of him with light tan skin, black hair with green undertones, and lizard-like eyes split into two halves, the top being green and the bottom amber. One strand of his hair was curled upwards showing a yellow underside. His arms and neck were tattooed in green ink. A green head scarf, accessorized with two white feathers with yellow and green tips tucked behind, was tied around his head. As for clothing... well, he was sitting in an onsen, sporting only a waist towel to show his full musculature and a prominent bulge Saori was already familiar enough with from a visual perspective. "I'd suggest deleting that, but do whatever you want. Ja ne~"

For Kazuhiko apparently it'd only been two days since he'd last seen this version of Kimiko. Hm, she was really getting around... well, she didn't respect time lines or anything like that so it made a reasonable amount of sense. So did his usual familiarity. She was up for a moment or two and then she was down, back against the couch and with their private parts more aggressively rubbing against each other even through their clothes. "Ah, I didn't know I was interrupting date night, again. Venice is definitely a good place for that sort of thing though~" Kimiko said seeming to appreciate the choice in romantic venue. And then the other part she liked, he made a joke, but it brimmed with confidence and she couldn't help but be amused by him in this moment. "Ehehehe!~ There is, I missed that~" she said with a playful wink aimed at the lad. Whether he fully understood the moment of today or not, it was always hard work dealing with the younger versions of any of a certain tier of being. They simply weren't themselves enough yet.

At the same time, Saori was simply plotting her exit. There was no reason to stick around, no reason to worry about a beach trip with horny teens, and no reason to keep up with any of that extra information. No, instead she would simply be heading out, for a bit of fun. Still according to the lad he had something else for her, and he claimed she didn't have to stick around for it. So after her checks she was ready to leave. "Hai hai," she murmured. Only to be pulling open the door as her phone vibrated. She'd pause and open her phone to see an image. The image was something she'd not expected and after staring at it for a moment she quickly glanced over at the lad no behind her again. He had something to say, "Yeah, whatever..." she said. Would she be deleting that image. No... she was moving it to its own folder to avoid it appearing in her photo reel and she'd definitely be having a better look at it later. It was hers after all, it was sent to her. And just like that Saori walked out into the world with a strange sense of foreboding that her life would never be the sort of normal she'd originally wanted. Oh well, she'd consider that while heading to a coffee shop and making considerations about her other friendships.