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[January 2188. Quite recently, the Riskbreakers have caught and turned in a certain time-bending pervert and been roped into having more of the Disciplinary Committee's work fobbed off on them. Around the same time, Retsu had his location sold and Hotaru sent Hisoka off to find the poor boy. Somewhere in the timestream, the student council president came to school with the most magnificent of hickeys and it nearly caused a riot. All of these things, plus a variety of other rumors, mean today, one Mibu Hotaru just dropped about six inches of paperwork squarely on her older brother's desk and then locked herself in the disciplinary committees room, barricading it against Tess and Johnny.

...Someone might need a day off.]

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[...That is just unfair, Hayase Seijirou. Which might be why she couldn't hide that shiver, or that blush. She will have her revenge, oh yes.]

Very well, then...No one else should be home, this time of day.

[And with her already off-balance at least emotionally, him scooping her up into his arms and whispering right into her ear is probably just worse.]

You may wish to close your eyes, this can be disorienting.

[Just a bit. She can at least pass off ducking her head and hiding it in his neck as keeping herself from getting motion sick from his ninja magics or whatever.]

[Ninja magics are not to be mocked, they are how he gets from point A to B so goddamn fast. Again, the illusion of motion, the strange disorientation of direction, running, jumping -- it really doesn't make sense -- and then they're there, and he'll continue holding her tight, stroking her cheek, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.]

You may relax now, Hotaru-hime.

This is completely unfair and you know it, Seijirou.

[She's a little muffled because she hasn't quite detached herself yet, but after a minute she does actually pull away to stand up properly. Stupid jerk ninjas.]

I am certainly aware, but...

[Even with her standing up properly, he can still stroke a hand through her hair.]

Forgive me, but, when I tease you like that, I feel like I see more of Hotaru, and less of Hotaru Mibu, if that makes sense.

[Considering for a moment.]

You should go lie down, then, if you wish for me to begin this.

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...I can't be like this with anyone else.

[She sighs a little, leaning into his hand, before she does pull away.]

Right. As I recall, don't I usually have to take my shirt off for this, as well?

It would make my job easier, yes. It would certainly be kinder to the condition of your clothing if you were to at least partially disrobe, but I leave it entirely up to you.

[For his own part, he's shrugging his own coat off, a rare sight for as many layer as he prefers.]

Just making sure it wouldn't be too distracting, is all. [She is in fact pausing to appreciate the sight before her, before pulling off her shirt and, after a moment of consideration, discarding the laciest of bras along with it, before going and laying down. A pillow may have been sacrificed to aid in her comfort. It is a lucky goddamn pillow.]

[He chuckles low, and takes a moment to appreciate the sight himself, before he makes his way over to her. Apparently he needed a few tools first.]

Right, then, let's begin.

[He doesn't really give her a chance to react to the sudden cold of oil -- or the strange yet not-all-together-unpleasant burning sensation from said oil as it warms up -- before he gets to thoroughly working it into the muscles of her shoulders and upper back. Seriously, someone took their lessons very seriously and isn't especially interested in even being vaguely fair.]

[Well, he gets a seriously undignified noise out of her for the trouble, but, well, she is a Mibu and perpetually overworked. There's certainly tension there, and he's going to have work for this one.]

Mmph...you were as diligent a student as ever, I see...

And you are as much of a challenge as I had expected...

[The noise is promising! But right now, he's going to have to seriously work, because this is a fight against years of stress building up. If she ever wondered how strong of a grip he had, she knows, now, as he really is focusing on switching slowly, between various muscle groups, working one, then down, then back up, then down, slowly...

On the upside, as it warms up, not only does it kind of burn, it smells like an amazing blend of incense spices?]

[There's not a whole hell of a lot she can do in a position like this but try and fail to contain the grunts and assorted other noises this is getting out of her, but sure enough, the massage and the burny oil are working their magic, even if progress is initially a little slow.

...The downside is she may in fact be becoming a puddle of Hotaru.]

[That might, in fact, have been his goal. Massage oils like this are expensive and his own technique is impeccable, and as we have established, shit has been going wrong non-stop for weeks now. He's pretty much aware that desperate times call for desperate measures.

The measures that involve him slowly, painstakingly working down her back with his hands, though. So maybe desperate but not unpleasant.]

[He may have to resort to tranq darts when Sei's personal life eventually comes to light. Tranq darts and an enforced vacation.

For now, though, she has been reduced to pleased noises and basically being flopped under his hands, so his plan was an excellent one.]

Mmm...you've been planning this?

[He cannot, apparently, massage her brain into submission, tho.]

It would seem that a situation like this would require me to start pulling out all of my tricks, wouldn't it?

[She's getting her skirt? Pants? Whatever she's wearing, they're getting pulled down a little so he can finish up with the muscles in the small of the back.]

After all, your well-being is the most important thing to me.

And yet, somehow I don't believe this is all the tricks you have up your sleeve...

[She'll shift a little so he can pull the uniform shirt down a bit easier, but she is being rather uncharacteristically cooperative. Apparently, massage gets you a very biddable Hotaru.]

It's far from all of my tricks, but who plays their whole hand at once?

[She's getting massages then perilously close to her booty, but. He does seem to be behaving. He'd rather finish this up and let her relax, it seems. And with that, she gets a kiss on the back of the head.]

There. Better, yes?

Yesss....[Well, once he's done, she'll actually roll over and flop comfortably over his lap. Without bothering to put a shirt back on. Best plan.]

Much better. You're a lifesaver, Seijirou, seriously.

[Well. This was well outside of his calculations, given how red he just turned from her doing that.]

S-shouldn't you put a shirt on first, before you begin saying things like that, Hotaru?

Hmmm....[She makes a show of thinking about it, before grinning up at him.]

No, no I don't think so. But would you rather I did now?

I-I feel this question is terribly unfair. It's not proper for you to be undressed like this, you know... Your family would have my head.

Like hell I'd let them take it. Father's got absolutely no room to talk, anyway...to hell with these archaic notions of who's acceptable for me to like.

[Reaching up to touch her hand to his face.]

[It is a very warm face, but for his part, Seijirou's just accepted his fate while she does this.]

I really must protest, Hotaru...

How so?

[Yes, facetouching from the pretty girl who likes you, a truly terrible fate.]