#Is the cat actually lynette or is this just a cat dressed like lynette? Yes

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"Colored Glass and Paper Flowers"

Lynette x Female!Reader

[ General: sfw, fluff, slowburn, oneshot, Lynette being a cat, Lynette being sassy, paper flowers, tea party, soft scenarios, very light warning for drowning;it's mentioned once though, Lyney being a protective brother and a third wheel]

Word count: 8.9k

(I Followed through with my impulse. Lynette deserves as much love as her brother

“Like…this? I’m not really sure this looks right.” You muttered. In your hands was a twisted thin wire connected with paper and fabric. It spread out at the top like some torn dress. 

The girl across from you hummed as she glanced at your creation.

“ Try untying it and redoing the pattern, remember to keep towards the right.” She spoke smoothly, her dark viola eyes returning to her teacup in hand. 

Twirling the creation in your finger’s you noticed the little tied knot in the middle. You internally groaned. That would be a pain to undo. Bringing it closer to your eye, you attempted to scratch it loose. You heard the sound of clinking porcelain. 

You grumbled. “This would be alot easier if you helped me now.”

The woman blew onto the steaming cup, she smiled cooly. “ I am helping, I’m keeping your tea at a good temperature. You're welcome.” 

You deadpanned. Was she actually serious? 

“ Oh really? That’s very productive.” You said sarcastically, the fabric knot not coming any loose by your attempts. 

“Very, actually.” She said without batting an eye towards you. There was a slight hint of superiority in her words as the ghost of a smirk was present on her lips.

You sighed. There really was no point in arguing with her. “ Fine. Whatever you say.”

“You better not drink my cup while I’m not looking.” You quickly added.

Lynette looked up from her cup. “ Of course. Besides, there are more than enough sweets here to have.” 

You both sat at a table in the shade. On the table was a tea set; two cups, two plates, a sugar stray with cubes and a teapot. Along with it were two tin trays of pastries and sweets. In the center was a vase with a bouquet of flowers.

Faux flowers. 

Yes, they weren’t organic flowers that grew from the ground up. Instead, they were made by hand, out of thin malleable wire, paper, and fabrics. 

How did you come to help her?

A few days ago, 

you were impatiently waiting on the Aquabus. It had been delayed for Archons knows whatever reason. You had a heavy bag to carry with you, setting it down on a bench as you looked down the river to see if you would see the bus in sight.

You were a researcher of sorts. An aspiring engineer working on a big project that needed raw materials in order to create the substances and items you’d need. A handful of items needed to be found underwater. Between the necessary diving preparations and the luck that the items you desire will even be on the seafloor, it would take a very very long time.

The sooner you got there, the better.

“Attention! Attention! We thank you for your patience, but we are here to inform you that the Elynas Line will be delayed due to unseen circumstances.”

“WHY?!” 

“We are currently working to resolve the issue as fast as possible. Again, we thank you for your patience.”

You grumble loudly. The people around you turned their heads to look at you with both shock and slight distaste. 

“ Oh, I um.” You suddenly became very regretful of yelling out in your frustration. 

“ Sorry about that. River rage got the best of me, happens sometimes no?”

The people looking at you turned back to their own devices. Sighing, you went ahead and grabbed your big heavy suitcase. Inside it had your gear, nets, and a nifty invention you had made.

It was designed to detect any Geo elemental structures; which mainly included precious stones and minerals. It would make a clicking noise when it came in contact with something. It was a heavy piece of equipment due to its weight and complex build.

“No use going out now. Maybe I’ll just try again early tomorrow morning.” You said, initial frustration gone but replaced with dissatisfaction. 

As you were heading out of the station you heard some laughter. Curious as for what reason, you turned around and noticed two women giggling to themselves. When they noticed you they had quieted down and sent you a very obvious judgmental glare. 

You looked around and behind you, and there was no one around other than yourself.

‘Ah, so that's how it is.’

You didn’t dress well today, so to say. You didn’t think there was a good reason to do so. You were going out to get work done, so you didn’t need the uncomfortable cinching of a corset or layers of skirt that would very likely tear while you were out. 

You wore a simple and loose white blouse that was left slightly unbuttoned at the top, some comfortable gray pants, and your best hiking boots. Your hair was styled in a fast and secure way so it wouldn’t be a bother. It was comfortable and practical. 

Every young lady when going out to town would look their best, smell their best and act their best. But today you just wanted to get work done no matter what you took on with you. As rotten luck would have it, you didn’t have the chance to go to work. So the judging look of some people would be the awaited circumstance in this situation. 

No matter. 

Before you went on back to minding your business, you returned the nasty glare to the pair. Not bothering to look back for their reactions, you hoisted your heavy bag up and walked ahead. 

“It’s just one misfortune after another. I didn’t bring my mobile suitcase, the Aquabus gets delayed, and now this? By the Seven, I should’ve just become a blacksmith like Doris.” You rambled. Sometimes doing field work was just tiresome, sucking the determination and the initial adrenaline on a new project. 

It was moments like these that had you questioning your entire career choices.

Just as you were going to leave the station, you noticed something.

“Hmm?” You squint your eyes to see clearly. 

Or rather someone? She looked to be standing solitarily down by the sand. She was standing there, unmoving. She was facing the open waters. You tried to get a better look at what she was doing.

You noticed that she had long silver gray hair that was tied into a low tail. She also looked to have some giant turquoise ribbon tied into a bow below her head. Speaking of which you noticed something curious. Atop her head were two small pointed tuffs, and…

Was that a tail? 

You were slightly confused until you remembered something. You read about genetic correlation and the biology of the living. In the world, there were plenty of other species besides humans such as yokai in Inazuma, and humans born with a history of feline or canine characteristics. 

It surprised you initially, because you had only read about such topics and have never really seen a person with said traits. Shaking off your initial shock, you also noticed that she didn’t breathe much. Her shoulders stood as deathly still as her stance.

She stood completely still. 

You were almost inclined to believe that she might just be some super advanced and detailed garde to blend in with humans.

You began to feel slightly worried.

Was that person okay? Did she get lost?

Did she lose something in the water?

You looked down at your case. You had your gear with you. You were going to head home and make do with what you had. Which wasn’t much since the bus never arrived. You had time to kill.

You carefully walked over to the person. Maybe if you were lucky, she’d say “Oh woe is me, I’ve dropped something and it sunk to the bottom. Who can go down and get it?”

A little far fetched but something like that.

In reality, you just really wanted a valid excuse to still go diving to find something useful. 

Not wanting to spook her, you made yourself known first. “ Hey there, are you okay? You seem a little zoned so I just wanted to check if everything was alright.” 

No response. She didn’t even turn her head to acknowledge you. 

Stepping closer you stood next to her. Keeping a polite distance of course.

You took a sneaky glance at her face. She had short cut bangs sweeping over to her left, and the hair to her right was braided. She had pale porcelain like skin and had these very striking dark viola eyes. There was also a little star mark below her left eye. 

Her expression was lax.

You were re-considering if this person actually was an android of sorts. But you persisted.

“ Did you lose something in the water? I have my gear with me if you want me to go under and search.”

Still no response. 

Oh no, now you really were considering if this person was in fact an android. You coughed into your hand.

“ This might sound strange but, blink twice if you're not an android?”

You continued.“ This might be very rude if you're a person, and I’m sorry if you are. But I’m just very worried! Really, seeing a person alone just staring into space would raise some concern, right? That’s just human decency to check if everything is okay.” You rambled, trying to explain yourself. 

You turn to look at her. No verbal response.

Until…

“ Exiting standby mode.” Her voice was silky but quiet. It almost made you jump back as to how out of nowhere it was.

She finally turned her head towards you and blinked twice. There was a long silence that followed afterwards. 

“ Ah, alright I see.” You shook your head to rid yourself of initial embarrassment. Her gaze felt intense, almost nerve wracking. 

“ A- Are you okay then? I came over to check in, you seemed sorta zoned out into the ocean.”

She blinked once more. “ No, I was just thinking. The water level is rising and I was checking if it was the same as last time.” 

“ Huh.”  Now you were also staring into the ocean. “That makes sense.”

“ It reminds me, there used to be hills right? Before all of this, this used to be a grassy valley. I remember sort of.” You laughed. 

“I used to coop myself up in my room reading and messing around with my gramp’s clocks, I never went outside much. But I’m pretty sure there was green here instead of water. Albeit kinda swampy.”

The woman beside you hummed in acknowledgment. “ I used to play in this area when I was a little girl. Alongside my brother, we would race to see who’d get to the top of the hill first.” She said as she went back to staring at the ocean.

You crossed your arms. 

“ People believe that this has been happening due to the prophecy, right? Even back then, I heard the adult’s discussing it thinking I wasn’t in the room listening.” You hummed.

“Yes.” The girl said “ Soon, the nation and along with our memories will submit and sink beneath the waves of the water. That’s what the prophecy suggests.” 

You felt a small shiver go up your spine. You loved diving, exploring underneath the water. But drowning? That was horrifying to think about. Sometimes, you would find skeletal remains underwater. Usually, it was marine life that drowned and couldn’t reach the surface in time for air. 

Shaking off the memories, you turned to talking about something else.

“ It hasn’t been too bad. On the bright side, the water helps on warm days. I don’t really like the sun, it makes you feel gross and humid.” You glanced down at your shoes. The sand ahead of you was darker as it had been soaked by the stretching of waves.

“Dipping for a nice cool swim is one of the best feelings. Diving has also slowly become more and more popular because of the abundance of water around.” You smiled. It was terrifying to think that the city might one day soon become a submerged underwater city. But until then, everything was fine and manageable. You didn’t need to think about the future when there were more important things to do in the now.

The girl’s eyes slightly widened, before resting back to a neutral expression. “That is a nice thought. I don’t care much for sunny days either. I prefer rainier weather.”

You nodded in agreement.

The sound of the waves rolling in was hypnotic, and the sun bounced off the water making the horizon a gleaming star. You couldn’t hear the gossip of the town people anymore. 

Your frustration felt back at the station and the gossiping women seemed to have melted away. You felt at peace.You liked this, maybe she had the right idea of just sitting here and thinking. 

 “We’ve been here standing and sharing past memories like we know each other. But, I never got your name.” you asked, raising a brow. 

The woman once again looked slightly surprised. “ Oh, right. Not many people really care about knowing about me.”

You were about to say something until she continued.

“Which is perfectly fine by me. I prefer to be by myself. I’m not exactly a people person, unlike someone else.” She said, her voice monotone until the latter statement. You caught on how there was a slight smidgen of emotion there.

“ But since you asked, my name is Lynette.” She said, raising a hand to her chest.

“ Nice to be your acquaintance, I’m [Name].” You smiled as you introduced yourself. 

Lynette nodded. Her dark purple eyes quickly scanned your person, she narrowed them slightly on your bag. 

“ Ah, this?” You asked, shaking your hand that held your case. “ I was going to go on a little expedition on the next island over, but the aquabus got delayed.” 

Lynette said nothing, but her gaze went back to your face.

“ You asked if I had dropped something in the water right? That you would dive in to search.” She asked.

You nodded. “ Yep. As you can guess, I was on my way to go diving. I need some material for my work and also, because I like exploring underwater. It really is a whole other world beneath the mirror surface.” You exclaimed happily. You then remembered what happened a short while ago, immediately crushing your small moment of happiness.

“Which is why I’m in a bit of a sad mood since my trip was suddenly canceled.” You sighed dejectedly. You look back onto the open water. It’s not like you couldn’t go and try the next day, but you were really looking forward to spending the day in the water.

Lynette stayed quiet for a few minutes. Staring out to the water, like you. 

“...”

“...”

It was quiet for a long moment. 

“ What do you usually find when diving?” She suddenly asked. Once again, you were almost spooked as to how sudden her voice just came in.

“ The normal stuff being shells, crabs, fish and sometimes lost items that sank to the bottom . But on rare occasions, I find useful minerals like iron, copper, and unpolished gems.” You said.

“Granted, I use a bit of help with my equipment. I mostly use my Scan Stretcher.”

Lynette’s head tilted to the side, her ears swayed along.

“ Scan Stretcher ? ”

“Ah, the equipment I made. It locates Geo elemental concentrations . When in the range of something, it will beep quickly.” You exclaimed with some excitement. “The name could use some workshop. But it saves flipping over stones and disrupting the ecosystem.” 

“I see.” She said while nodding her head.

You look back to the water. But for a moment, something glared in your eye causing you to blink rapidly. Locating where the light came from you noticed something in the shallow. 

Not wanting to get water in your boots- nor your socks -you kicked off your boots. Lynette had turned to you, eyes observing your every move.

Once you were done, you rolled up your pants to your knees and went out into the water.

“ Saw something out here!” You yelled back at Lynette who just stared confused. 

Bending down, you sift through the sand. The water was clear and blue as it rippled along with your movement. There was some seaweed, shells, and some tube fish that sunk into the sand as your hand hovered above them.

Aha! Found it. 

Picking it up, you raced back to Lynette. The water splashing as you kicked through. 

“Here it is! I saw something just a moment ago.” In your hand was a little crystal. It was a smooth piece of what you assumed was smoothed glass. It had a soft side, but behind it was a jaded clean cut that gleamed when the sun hit. 

Lynette leaned over to look at the shiny crystal. Her eyes grew with interest as it twinkled and shined as you moved it around to shake off the water.

“ Sea glass is very pretty, right? It’s so shiny and colorful it almost makes you want to eat it.” You said happily.

Lynette broke out of her shiny trance and looked at you utterly confused and maybe concerned.

“ Eat it? I’d assume there would be health issues if you were to eat glass.” She said flatley.

“ W-well, they look like hard candies and dessert toppers! If you squint they do.” You defended. 

Lynette shook her head as she glanced back down at your hand. She said nothing as the shine seemed to bounce from her widened dark viola eyes. It made them more enchanting in a way.

“I guess you're right. They do sort of resemble sweets” She said as her mouth curtly frowned. 

You nodded triumphantly, as she agreed with you. 

“ I think I saw some more back there. You can join me if you’d like.” You politely offered. Lynette looked to you, and then out to the water. 

“ No thank you. It would be bothersome if I got my outfit wet. However,” She walked over to your case and stood next to it. 

“ I’ll watch over your things from here, alright? ” 

You nodded. “ Thank you. You didn’t need to do that.” You smiled thankfully. “ I’ll probably pick out a handful of glass and quartz. I won’t take long, promise!” You said quickly before jogging back into the water. 

“ Entering Idle mode.” She spoke, although she kept her eyes on you the whole time. She saw you bend down, and kneel into the water sometimes;not caring if your pants got wet. She saw you have this focused expression. Periodically she noticed how your eyes would gleam and your face lit up if you’d likely found something. 

Lynette noticed that keeping on her poker face was slightly difficult this time. Only slightly of course. 

When you were finally done, you came back to the shore, your hands cupped together.

“ See, told you I wouldn’t take long!” You giggled in pride. 

“ Exiting idle mode.” She spoke, her lax expression falling into a more natural one.

“ I think I have a pouch in my case. Lemme see.” You neared your case and Lynette stood aside. Pushing the case down onto the sand, you placed your glass pieces down onto a little pile.

In your case in a small side pocket you had a small wooden board, a bottle with a perfume nib, and rolled up pouches. Getting out the board and spray, you cleaned the sand off the glass. Once that was done, you quickly placed the pile into a pouch. Not before swiping two pieces of glass. 

“ Here. Since you couldn’t go out to find some, I brought you these two to keep.” You extended a hand to her. “I noticed how you kept staring earlier at that piece, so I’d figured you’d like to take some home.”

In your hand were two oval shaped glasses. Their surfaces were smooth and soft to the touch. There were two colors; a seafoam green and a transparent one with purple and indigo streaks running horizontally. 

Lynette eyed the two glasses in your hand. She extended her hand and picked off each one. She brought them closer to her face and raised them up so that the sun shined through them. She finally looked back at you. 

“Thank you. You didn’t need to bring me anything, but the gesture is appreciated.” 

You shook your head. “ I wanted to. Partly, to make up for it earlier. I assumed you were an android. Again, I’m sorry.” You averted your eyes out of embarrassment of ever assuming that.

“It’s fine. You wouldn’t be the first to assume.” She replied immediately.

“Also, for disrupting your alone time. I didn’t know until you started talking to me. It’s really peaceful here. I can see why you chose to space out. It’s a nice place to meditate.” You continued. 

Lynette said nothing but stared ahead into your eyes.

“ I’ll probably take my leave now. If not to work, then to change my clothes.” You kicked a foot, motioning to the soaked pants. “ I might catch a cold if I stay any longer by the shore.” 

“ I’ll get going now, goodbye. It was nice talking to you.” You said, as you quickly put your shoes back on and picked up your suitcase. As you left Lynette had not stopped looking at you, until you disappeared from view. 

She stood back and faced the water again. She rolled around the two glasses in her hand. 

She notices the soft shine that would bounce off them, the smokey turquoise that was the color of one piece. The purple and indigo stripes on the other looked like ribbons tying together around the crystalline stone. She began to think of the encounter she had with you. 

She was suddenly in the mood for some deserts. 

She took one quick glance at water, before turning on her heel back towards the city. For some strange reason, she felt like biting the precious stones. Until reason came back to her making her scoff at the thought. 

You saw her more often as you would sometimes leave your place for food or materials from nearby shops. She would be out and about, sometimes you spotted her on a table with a tin of sweets next to her, sometimes she’d look to be zoning again. 

You regularly say hello to her given the chance. Sometimes she’d return the gesture, other times she only spared you a quick glance. You later found out that she was a Magician’s assistant. A very famed one in the city in fact. You internal facepalmed yourself when you saw the silver haired girl on some promotional performance poster.

You should’ve recognized her sooner, but you don’t exactly have time to go to see Trials or any other theatrical performances. You’d usually catch small snippets of gossip during your weekly commutes. You were either too busy tinkering at home with some machines or underwater.

Slowly, she started to talk more. You noticed that she really wasn’t a people person, not that she was exactly shy, but she was just very kept to herself. 

On some days, you'd catch her sitting in a cafe by herself. Usually cooling down a piping hot tea cup. You would sit by her and just talk. She didn’t protest to your company,  although at the beginning it was mostly one sided.

“Hey, how are you?”

“...” She looked at you briefly, it was a soft and casual glance. 

“I’ll take that as fine. Anyways, what tea are you trying this time?”

She stirred her spoon in the cup. “Chamomile.”

“ That’s one of my favorites. Although, sometimes I go overboard with the sugar. Only sometimes.”

“...” She gave you a look. A silently judging look.

“ Really! I try to remember to go easy on that now.” You shrunk a little in your seat given her gaze. 

She was quiet for a few seconds before glancing back down at her cup. “Good.” 

You sometimes would go through the trouble of passing by the same cafe once and a while. Soon enough, you found two teacups on the table. Slowly she started to converse more, granted it was simple short phrases to get the conversation moving.

“ When I was extracting some copper, I got pinched by a crab. A shell fell onto my hand and then a pincer came out.”

“ Go on.”

“ It’s hard to yell underwater! The sound just stays confined in your helmet, it’s really weird. But I managed to shimmy the crab off and get the copper. He left a little red mark on my hand though.” 

“ Wow, really?”

“ Yeah. It wasn’t too bad though, it just caught me off guard. I really thought it was an empty shell.”

“ I see.” Although it was very faint, you were certain you heard the small suppressed hiccup of a giggle. 

Pretty soon, afternoon teas were usual. Although it was never voiced, you realized that Lynette had begun to notice your appearance quicker each week. Walking from a distance, she’d turn her head and make eye contact with you before you sat down. 

The usual little meeting once or twice a week has led you to the situation you are in now. 

This time the table was fuller; there were two teacups out, a tray of small desserts, a small pile of colored paper and fabric, another pile of thin wire, and a blue vase.

“ This is different…Did you decide to take work outside?” You asked. 

“ Sort of.” She said as she just narrowed her eyes at the supplies. “ It’s part of something planned for tomorrow. I just got stuck with making them.”

You nodded, you sat down across from. “ I see. What is it? If you don’t mind sharing.”

“ Flowers.” She immediately answered.

“ Oh, the vase makes sense now. How many exactly?”

“Two arrangements.” 

Your eyes traveled over to the bunch of fabric. Next to it were three flowers. Your hand traveled over to one, as you lifted it closer to you. Its ‘petal’s’ were carefully folded pieces of paper, its stem felt incredibly soft and smooth, and its bud was a tough feeling material. You brought it closer to your face; it smelled like nothing. 

“ You already made a few?” You look up to Lynette. 

“ Yes. But I am taking a tea break now.” She calmly said as she reached over for the teapot. 

“I take it that you want me to help you out then?” You ask with a small teasing smile. Lynette was a closed off person, so it was odd of her to work on personal matters on an outside table.

Lynette said nothing, but her ears did slightly twitch upward before relaxing. 

“ If you don't mind.” 

You leaned forward and grabbed some wire and a handful of fabric. “You’re lucky I don’t have anywhere else I need to be today. I’ll help you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you grimaced.

“But,”

Lynette looked up, perplexed.

“Could you maybe, teach me how to do this?” You managed to ask.

Lynette stared at you in disbelief. 

“ I thought you were an inventor. I would assume this would be a sitch for you.” She asked, genuinely confused. 

Your face became slightly warmer and your lips turned squeezed into a line. “ I know my way around machinery, but not this sort of thing. If you were to ask me to make a mechanical rotating bouquet that sprays perfume, I could do that.” You hummed thinking about it.

Lynette thought for a moment. A hand came up to her mouth. Her shoulders shook slightly and her fair face became a little rosier. “ You remind me of my little brother. He’s also good with machines, but anything else he’s a bit shy.” 

You felt your pout morph into a small grin. Try as you did, you couldn’t suppress it. You hadn’t seen Lynette be so expressive in the past time you’d known her. But her smile was contagious, it made her face almost glow. 

“ I’m serious, this isn’t the same thing I’m used to!” You defended. 

Lynette had calmed down and had a resting smile. “ I can show you. Just pay close attention so I won’t repeat myself.” 

Lynette had scooted her chair closer into the table, and had set her teacup at a nice distance. She leaned forward and took some materials of her own.

She made a flower in a slow paced manner. Short direct instructions followed each movement of her hand. 

“ Here. You messed up this crease.” She set down her flower as she leaned over to you. She got really close to your face, and her hands gently took hold of your wire. Her hand gently put firmly gripped on your’s to stop you. You became slightly nervous, holding in a breath. 

“Watch carefully, alright?” She spoke, her voice a lot clearer and louder due to how close she was. You had always known she had a soothing voice, but at the moment it sounded ethereal. 

Ethereal? You felt the corners of your face get hot.  

You watched as she flattened out an edge and tucked it into a fold, but your mind became slightly dazed. Your eyes were glued to the paper flower but you felt your chest feel tight. 

“There, you should be able to make a few by yourself now.” She leaned back into her seat. You looked back up at her face. She still had a smile on, but her beautiful purple eyes gleamed encouragingly. 

It was odd. She had always had a look in her eyes;a faraway look, almost glassy. But as you looked at her, they felt warmer. You knew that she was always pretty, but at this moment she looked absolutely radiant. 

“ Yeah, I..I think I got it.” You managed to speak up. “Thanks for showing me the ropes, I should be fine.” You quickly glanced back at your paper flower. 

You had to distract your brain, there’s no way you’d tell her what you thought of her. That would make your tea times awkward or maybe she didn’t see you like you saw her. You didn’t want to ruin this odd but nice friendship you had with her. 

Lynette nodded. “ Good. An extended break is in order for me then.”

You snapped back up to her. You grumbled. slightly jealous that she gets to sit back. “At least make me a cup okay? This is gonna take a while after all.”

Lynette nodded, “ That’s why there are two cups on the table.” After some time - way past Lynette’s self proclaimed extra break time - you became slightly frustrated. 

“This would go a lot faster if you helped me right about now.”

 “ I am helping, I’m keeping your tea at a good temperature. You're welcome.” 

“ Oh really? That’s very productive.” You said sarcastically, the fabric knot not coming any loose by your attempts. 

“Very, actually.” She said without batting an eye towards you. There was a slight hint of superiority in her words as the ghost of a smirk was present on her lips.

You sighed. There really was no point in arguing with her. “ Fine. Whatever you say.”

“You better not drink my cup while I’m not looking.” You quickly added.

Lynette looked up from her cup. “ Of course. Besides, there are more than enough sweets here to have.” 

After some time, many snacks, tea and mishaps, the bouquets were finally finished!

The vase bloomed along the top with various colors and shapes, all sorts of paper flowers flew in all directions. The vase would probably weigh triple its initial weight. Most of the material’s were almost gone, save for three wires and scraps. 

“ That took a while but it’s done! It looks so pretty too!” You leaned a bit back to admire the arrangement from a distance.

Lynette mirrored your motion. “ I have to agree.”

Most of the sweet snacks were gone and the teapot was out of tea. You had found that making flower’s was oddly relaxing. After the many little mishaps, you had figured out the way of flower making. And it only took about four misshapen paper flowers. 

“ It’s already getting late, I should get going.” You stood up from your chair. “ Do you need help carrying it out?”

Lynette shook her head. “ It’s fine. I’ll manage.”

“ Alright, I’ll see you next week then?” You had asked as you picked up your tea cup and plate.

You heard no response. You were about to leave when you felt your wrist be held. You look back and see Lynette standing up next to you. 

“ Yes, but before you go I..” She paused and cleared her throat. “ If you want, I can reserve you a seat for the show.”

Your eyes slightly widened. But you quickly recovered and nodded your head. “ Sure! I can make it.”

Lynette exhaled and nodded in agreement. “ Great then.” She took out a playing card from her sleeve, and had a concentrated expression fixed on it. 

She waved it around in her hand for a few moments and covered it with her other. When she opened her hand, instead of the card was a red ticket decorated with golden stars around the edge.

“Ta-da, here you go. Keep it with you until tomorrow evening.” She extended her hand to you with the ticket. You plucked it out of her grasp and blinked rapidly processing what just happened. 

 “What? How did you do that?!” You asked very confused. 

Lynette chuckled quietly, she brought a finger up to her lips. “ A magician never tells their secret, that rule also extends to the assistant.” 

You pouted, but thought about what you saw. Her slight of the hand was impressive, so if you’d have to assume it was just a quick motion too brief to notice. Then again, it was still impressive. 

You read the content of the ticket, you saw the location that it would be at the local theater of the Court. 

“ I’ll see you tomorrow then, I’m excited to see your show!” You looked back at her with a bright smile. Lynette’s purple eyes stayed trained on you, not saying a word for a moment. 

She then shook her head. “ I’m excited too, surprisingly. I just thought it would be nice since I’ve never seen your face in the crowd. Not once.” 

You rubbed your wrist as you chuckled nervously. “ I’m just not one who goes out to watch a trial or concert. I mainly work, read, sleep and travel out for business purposes.”

“ I would assume you’d be quite popular. You're intelligent, resourceful and not to mention easy on the eyes.” She hummed.

You coughed into your hand, still having a nervous smile on you “ That’s nice of you to say, but either way thank you for the reservation! You didn’t need to do this, I could've gone out and bought the ticket myself if you had just told me too!” You talked a bit faster than usual.

The silver haired girl shook her head. “ It’s fine, I wanted to do this.”

You left after saying your goodbyes. 

Lynette felt odd. She had talked a lot more than she usually did. Normally, after today, she would be socially drained. 

But she strangely didn’t feel too tired. As she bunched up the fabrics, her mind raced and analyzed what had happened. 

She concluded that although she did feel drained, it wasn’t as major as she would’ve assumed. If it had been up to her normal standards, today’s exchange would’ve been a grand total of a 35% decrease in her social battery. But it only felt like she had lost 6%.

She recalled how comfortable she felt around you. Which struck her as more odd. Normally the people she would feel the most at peace with were a select few; the closest being her brother, ‘Father’ and her little brother. But with you, she felt safe and comfortable. Or so she concluded.  

She paid close attention to you. She had deduced you weren’t a person who possessed any sort of threat or harm within the first three days of knowing you.

She found you slightly clumsy and a bit reckless at times, but you were smart. Smart enough to construct and operate machinery and technology with expertise. Something that she lacked, her and machines were… never a good combination to put it simply. 

She found your stories amusing, they were unlike what most girls gossiped and talked about. She found out that although you were outward and expressive, you kept your life private and to yourself. 

You were an oddity to her. But a nice oddity to be with. 

Before you left to see the show, you thought about what you would wear. You only had a few select good clothing. You put a nice looking outfit together; a (f/c) above the knee skirt with (dark/pastel) stockings, a long sleeve button up, and a matching (f/c) coat. You went light with the accessories, a silky scarf tied around your neck and (dark/pastel) gloves. 

You debated whether or not to wear some perfume. But you remembered something, Lynette didn’t exactly like strong smells. You remembered how she would slightly flinch whenever a person with a strong smelling perfume passed by the table. 

You wanted to talk to her after the show, and if you did you wouldn’t want to overwhelm her with strong smelling perfume. So instead, you opted for some drops of the soft smelling perfume on your wrist. Its smell was a lot calmer than the more popular spritzing bottles among ladies. It mellowed out after getting rubbed in. 

You had made something, the day you got home from making paper flowers. 

With the learned knowledge in how to make them, you made a little gift for Lynette. Performer’s would be given flowers, praise and Mora after a performance right? So with some sea glass you had left to spare, you made a flower brooch.The brooch was the size of your palm. 

The center of the flower was a polished glass which was as blue as the inside of an underwater cave. Bending the wire, you made green fabric leaves around the bottom of the petals. The color of the flower itself was a rose gold, the petals alternating from the rose and golden brown. 

You carefully placed your little trinket in your small handbag. 

You sat in your cushy seat as you looked around. The theater was very decadent, a lot of thought went into the architecture of the interior. The large red curtains on the stage made a satisfying humming sound as they were pulled back by some pulley system. 

And the show commenced. 

Each trick after another left you on the edge of your seat. You never exactly expressed your excitement verbally, but you were laser focused in on how each trick was pulled off. The magician Lyney has a strong charisma. It was the exact opposite of what Lynette was, if it wasn’t for their similar appearances you wouldn’t think they would be related. When Lynette was brought in onto the stage, you clapped. It is only natural to support someone you like.

Perhaps that’s why she held onto your gaze the most. The rest of the audience were more focused on Lyney, as the assistant was mostly quiet and overlooked. 

She looked around the audience and spotted you. You couldn’t exactly see from your seat, but her lips twitched up into a barely noticeable smile. Lyney kept up with his performer’s face, but he was slightly shocked to see a trace of emotion on his sister’s face. She was usually poker faced when on stage, he thought. What could’ve possibly enabled her to smile slightly on stage?  

The show carried on, and you were impressed at how nonchalant Lynette was while her energetic brother wow’d the audience. They did make a good duo however, it was complimentary and worked well to keep the people transfixed on the magic show. 

Once the show had ended, you stood up and clapped. You began to understand why the town’s people liked performances. It was a momentary window into fantasy, a way to detach yourself from the reality of logic and truth. 

The two bowed on stage as Lyney exclaimed with great pride the end of the show. 

As everyone was making their way to the exit, you scooted about to congratulate Lynette and her brother. You managed to spot them talking around the stairs. Lynette almost immediately noticed you as she glanced past her brother. This caused her brother to hum curiously as he turned around to see.

“Ah, why if it isn’t one of our dear audience members! What brings you here mademoiselle?” Lyney smiled brightly at you.

“ Hello [Name], I’m glad you made it. So, how was the show?” Lynette asked. This caused Lyney to momentarily widen his eyes in shock, as he whipped his head back around to look at his sister.

“ It was wonderful! I can see why people hype up performances. You did great by the way! If it were me, I don’t think I could pull off a poker face like you on stage.” You smiled nervously.

Lynette smiled and hummed. “ I’ve been doing this for a while with my brother here. You get used to it after some time.” 

Lyney slowly looked back and forth between you and his sister. 

“I’m right here y’know! Ouch,my feelings.” Lyney 'cried’ at his sister. Lynette rolled her eyes and looked back at you with a ‘see what I mean’ kinda look. You snickered but discreetly hid it with a cough. This caused Lyney to turn his attention back to you. 

“ I see you are well acquainted with my sister Lynette. May I presume a friend of hers?” Lyney asked, with a kind smile on his face. 

“Er, I’d say we are.” You said nervously in front of Lynette’s brother. 

Lynette came up to stand next to him. “ This is her, the one I told you about. The girl I spend drinking tea with.” She clarified. 

Lyney placed a hand under his chin and glanced at your face. His gaze didn’t feel as carefree as it was, it felt like he was analyzing you. His eyes narrowed slightly, and you suddenly felt cold. Like a whiplash it went away the moment you felt it, he put his hands on his hips. 

“Any friend of my sister’s is a friend of mine! [Name], was it?” He extended a hand for you to shake. Politely you nodded and went in the shake.

He gripped your hand and shook it enthusiastically, although it did feel a little tighter than most shakes should. Maybe he just had a good grip. 

“ Nice to meet you too.” You said, as you forced a small smile. Lynette watched this all unfold with a worrying glance at her brother and a pity one for you. He finally let go of your hand, although he still had a grin plastered on his face. It felt oddly forced. 

“ But moving on, I actually came to give you something.” You look back at Lynette, trying to recover from meeting her weird brother. 

Lynette’s ears folded upward in surprise as her eyes widened slightly. You found it quite cute, her little expressions that sometimes shined through her resting poker face. 

“ Remember when we made flower’s yesterday? Well,” You opened your handbag and dug through its purse until you found it. “Ta-da! I took my newly learned skill and made this.”

You showed her the flower brooch you made and Lynette eyed it down with great interest. You swore her eyes were like saucers. She stepped a little closer. 

“ I had some sea glass spared in a drawer and made do with the leftover wire from last time. I smelted the pin on the back side and used some thinly pressed copper for some petals.” You excitedly explained the process. Lynette all the while admired the brooch in your palms. Some of her silver hair fell forward, and you had the urge to tuck it back. But refrained as one, you didn’t know how she would feel about it and two her brother was behind you. 

“Wow, you did all that? I must say [Name], this is beautiful.” Lynette hummed, a serene smile dressed her lips.

You felt your chest feel flutter and warm at her compliment. “ Y-yep! I made it for you! It isn’t odd to give friends flower’s especially after a performance, right? So here, for you.” 

You felt a small pang, friend wasn’t the right word to describe her to you. 

You’ve had some friends before, but you never felt anything like this before with them. 

You remembered how when the spotlight was shining down on her on stage, it felt like you momentarily forgot to breathe. She was as beautiful as the many flower’s you made last evening and as elegant as decadence. It wasn’t often, but sometimes she’d make jokes that would leave you both surprised and slightly flustered. Even when she said nothing at all, she could calmly listen to you rant about some diving mishap or your current projects. She once and a while told you about her siblings. She cared deeply about her family, willing to sit down and listen to them whenever they needed it. You came to learn that she had a big heart despite her outer concealment to her emotions.

She was a beautiful person, both inside and out. It sometimes hurt you when she said that not a lot of people care about her as she is just the assistant. Beneath the title of assistant, lied a wonderful person you wished the world saw as you did her. 

Lynette took the brooch from your hand and brought it close to her. Her fingers tapped the metal petals and admired the shimmer of the dark blue glass. 

“ Thank you, you must’ve worked hard on it. I’ll keep it close to me.” She hummed, her eyes still glued on the gift. 

Lyney looked from a distance with an unreadable expression. He scooted close to the two of you and took a small glance at the gift. He was slightly impressed, he would see the amount of care and precision it went into putting this elegant flora together. 

“My my, I must say [Name], you are a talented young lady.” Liney said in awe. 

“ Of course she is, I've told you about it. She’s an inventor and diver, like Freminet.” Lynette said as she looked momentarily at her brother. 

Lyney nodded rapidly and placed a finger to his chin.

“ Yep, like she said. It’s nothing to flaunt about though, most people from here know their way around the cogs and grease.” You said with a shy expression. 

“But that’s all I came here for. Once again, you did amazing Lynette. Thank you for inviting me to see the show.” You smiled gratefully at her. 

Lynette stared at you, her dark purple eyes magnified slightly. She nodded and a little smile made its way to her face. “ Thank you for your kind words, [Name]. Feel free to come to the next show if you have the chance too.” Her voice sounded light, and warm. 

“Sure, yeah! I’ll do that!” You agreed almost immediately. 

You waved Lynette and Lyney goodbye. Lyney enthusiastically waved you good bye while Lynette just smiled and kept her eyes on you as you left. She still held the brooch by her side. 

“So, are you going to tell me why you seem particularly happy today?” Lyney asked curiously. “Does it have something to do with the mademoiselle inventor, perhaps?”  He tilted his head, his smooth voice teasing. 

“I’m leaving now.” Lynette flatly said, as she spun on her heel and rushed back to the stage.

Lyney watched in amusement as his sister fled. He sighed however, and that smile turned into a small frown.

 He loved his sister, and he was worried. Could he entrust you with the heart of his sister, which has been guarded as much -if not- more than his own? You didn’t seem like a bad person. All he could do is be there for her and make sure you wouldn’t bring her any harm.

You came to every show you could. Each show you brought her a paper flower you had made beforehand. 

Pretty soon, with all the paper flowers Lynette had kept receiving from you, she could make a bouquet.  

Outside the limelight of the stage, you continued to have your little tea parties with her. 

After a particular show, as you tried to find her to give her a new paper flower, something zoomed around. It was a black cloak outline with teal.

“Surprise!” You heard a familiar voice exclaim. You quickly turn around and something comes crashing into you.

OOMF! 

You dropped your flower in surprise but quickly wrapped your arms around her. You craned your body back as the suddenness of the momentum.

You laughed slightly scared but also out of happiness. Her silver hair tickled your face.

“Hey! What was that for? I thought you didn’t like physical contact?” You asked in between your giggles. Early on, you had noticed her aversion to any sort of hug. You hadn’t questioned it but respected her boundaries. It didn’t sway you and you still had continued to talk to her as much as you could. 

Lynette shook her head. “ I just wanted to surprise you this time, that's all. And I knew you wouldn’t expect this.” 

You were slightly surprised but understood. “Then with your permission, could I surprise you for three seconds?”

Lynette, still in your arms, turned her head over curiously as she gave you a small nod.

You smiled happily. Her weight was almost nothing to you, you were used to carrying around heavy equipment. 

Using your force, you lifted her slightly off the ground, and spun her around. You counted the seconds in your head.

One

She gripped your arm in slight surprise as she leaned back to look at your face. Her skirt and tail had swung behind her as did your dress spun around your torso. 

Two

Lynette figuring out what was going on, let a smile spread along her face. Her silver hair swiped against her face as the light breeze from the spin enveloped the two of you. She leaned her face closer to you, and you could hear her giggle under her breath. Her eyes crinkled slightly as the joy was evident in her face. 

Three

As you promised, you came to a slow stop and set her down. She still had a grip on both your arms, and her face was a more relaxed smile. There was a small pigment of rose on her face. 

“Ah! I dropped my flower, hold on.” You knelt down to pick it back up. 

You presented the flower to her, it was a paper rose that had paper pink petals and the ends were powdered lightly with a golden powder. The center had curled wires with tiny bits of smooth pale yellow glass.

“Here.” You extended it to her as she plucked it out of your hand. You smiled nervously, “How many flowers have I given you now? Surely well over three bouquets worth.”

“Five actually.” She held your paper flower close to her and her smile was teasing. 

“If you would let me, I’d make a thousand more paper flowers for you.” 

Lynette’s eye’s widen and her slightly rosey face became a shade darker. Her expression didn’t budge however, making her redder face more noticeable.

“ That’s a nice thought.” She said quietly. 

You realized what you said, and immediately mirrored her flustered expression. 

“ Ehem, I should go now. I just remembered I forgot my helmet at home! I was going to go diving after the show.” 

You robotically tried to flee, until something grabbed your wrist. Quickly turning you around with a surprising amount of force, you faced the silver haired girl again.

In almost the same amount of time, you felt a little nudge by your face. It took you time to process but a tiny pair of cool soft lips were on your cheek. 

Lynette leaned back with a lax expression, but her face was now a pale pink color. “ I’d keep each flower you’d make me close to my heart, alright?” 

Your face was blanked with shock as your hand came up to your face to touch your cheek. 

“ Alright.” You had almost whispered, your mind still buffering to realize what happened. You felt your face’s temperature rise by the passing seconds “Tea time as always?” 

Lynette nodded. “ Yeah.” 

“I’ll see you then.” You managed to say, turning to leave. 

Lynette watched as you left, the paper Rainbow Rose held close to her chest. Once you were out of sight, she let out a held breath.

That wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all. 

She felt her energy had risen a good 75% after that. She headed backstage with a small smile on her face, internally proud of herself. 

“So, mademoiselle inventor eh?” Her brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence. Lynette turned to Lyney with narrowed eyes. 

“ I approve, don’t worry.” Lyney cooly said, the playing deck in his hands danced as he practiced. “ I bet she’ll get along great with Freminet too, make him come out of his shell.”

“ I can see that.” Lynette said, fidgeting with the paper rose’s petals. 

“ If she stomps on your heart, however, I’ll have to make her disappear for my next act!” Lyney said joyously, completely masking the ominous threat with a light hearted voice.

Lynette once again sent him a sharp look. “ Don’t you dare.”

End.

A/N: I love both of them, but this goes out to all the Lynette enjoyer girlies! Also, there isn't much fic about her so here, one for contribution :D

[kyinpeachichu]

Lyney and Lynette headcanons and imagines because I am head over heels and obsessed with them rn-

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Teeny tiny note: I will be writing dynamics and mostly on Lynette being a cat girl and how these two live together.

If anything sounds too 'shippy' just tell me and I'll remove it. That or you interpret it wrongly and don't know what it's like to actually love your sibling. (I have a sibling)(I actually do love her...)

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I still don't get how Lyney is human and Lynette a cat girl but genetics are weird I guess.

Then again Lyney still has his own little connection to cats so maybe it just runs in the family.

Whenever Lyney is sick, Lynette handles the situation calmly enough. She goes to get medicine and takes care of him whenever she can. She acts like she isn't worried but Lyney can see right through her.

She actually cares alot. One time, Lyney woke up to see her crying on his bedside.

Whenever Lynette is sick.... Lyney is ready to make SACRIFICES.

Cancel every show, spend any amount to get her the best medicine, send her to the hospital-! (That is until Lynette insists that this can be treated at home)

Is secretly panicking. But whenever he sees that she's getting better, it always makes him immensely happy.

Yes they can spend time away from each other but they have severe separation anxiety.

As a cat girl respectively, Lynette will have heat cycles every now and then.

Lyney is always eager to help with this. Whether it's by giving her herbs and tea to help calm her down, or give her as much privacy as she needs. Always checks in on her, never judges. Gives her hugs if she ever needs them, and maybe a kiss on the forehead when he's really worried about her.

Whenever the other has nightmares or has trouble sleeping, they're welcome in each other's rooms.

Lyney knows not to touch Lynette's kitty features. But whenever he does do it on purpose, it's always in a teasing fashion.

They are cute. They are popular, as such they earn themselves a good bout of admirers here and there.

Whenever a guy tries hitting on Lynette Lyney is quick to the rescue. That is unless he actually sees that Lynette is enjoying the company. Even so he's keeping a very watchful eye.

Whenever Lyney gets hit on... Lynette abandons him. Even when he's asking for her help, what could she do? She just huffs and watches in amusement.

But if she overhears a few girls actually thinking of going out with her brother, she's quick to step up and give them warnings. And proceeds to drive the maidens away if she doesn't think they are worthy.

"you sure about going out with my brother? Y'know, he snores alot."

Lyney is the one who spends their money on clothes for them.

"Look at this dress Lynette! Wouldn't you look adorable in it?" / "Isn't that kinda pricey?" / "No price is too high for my sister to look her best~"

Lynette has to bonk him into not spending too much of their money.

Card games. Card games. Card games.

Occassionaly Lyney would find himself staring at how expressive Lynette's tail is. But he's quick to avert his eyes whenever she might catch him looking.

They do each other's make up.

[bongaboi]

Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 2

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 2:

Comme D'Habitude

A pinch. Another pinch. So soft and delicate to the touch it might as well be freshly baked bread. Mmmm, bread. The desire for homemade starch was rampant in her own peace of mind that walked the line. She pinched again. And again. And again, that soft side of her that her partner was always pleasuring while they slept.

"Uh, Jose, why are you pinching yourself?" Sadako Shimohara asked Georgette Lemare as the two of them admired the Paris skyline.

"I am alive. Somehow, I am alive after waking up," Jose said.

"I'm alive too, but it's not big deal. Why are you pinching yourself? Conscious of something or something, hmmm?"

"I have to prove to myself and to you that I am not dreaming right now." One more pinch. "No, this is real! This is reality! This is Paris! The genuine article. The Paris that Perrine was talking about, the biggest city of all, the City of Lights! That's the Eiffel Tower, Sadako. We are here!"

"Calm down, calm down, Jose, we'll be all right, do you need me to rub your shoulders?" She received a headbump and was placed in a corner.

"No thank you, but thank you for asking, hmph!" But she did feel bad about it, a few seconds afterwards. "Sorry. It was the heat of the moment."

"The heat of the moment, said the cat to the rabbit," Sadako said, getting up and looking around their bed. "At this rate, I'm gonna get cat scratch fever and I'll be in trouble."

Jose turned around, horrified. "You wouldn't...!" Then she blinked. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Check out all these clothes," Sadako said, opening the dresser to a full arsenal of women's clothes and swimwear and loungewear. And yes, even high-end underwear custom made. "Such taste!"

A hand was around Georgette's head as she laughed hesitantly. "Ahahahah, you're embarassing me."

"Such culture! Such style! This is truly...um, uh..." Sadako saw a poster across from her. "France! We are apparently in a place called France!"

"France? I don't even know where that is on a map," said Georgette. "I only know Gallia. Unless...France IS Gallia...then that means..."

"WE ARE IN A DIFFERENT DIMENSION!" they both said.

Sadako continue to leaf through the pret-a-porter sets while Georgette was deep in thought, scheming. A brand new side never seen, on debut, on showcase, in private. "This might get some getting used to," Jose said, pondering.

"Of course, take a look below and see what the locals are wearing," Sadako said.

"Oh my..." Georgette noticed that some girls were dressed like boys.

Sadako showed her an example. "In this era, in this dimension, in this timeline you can actually dress like a boy and wear long pants!"

"I've never done that before, it looks weird," Jose said, eyes rolling.

"There are dresses as well," Sadako deadpanned, showing a sundress with a red blouse and red high heels.

"More like it."

"And, apparently the outfits of actual sports clubs are in this dresser too. Like this one." Sadako tossed Jose a blue football jersey with purple accents, some writing, and some touches of red and white.

"I've never worn something like this before," said Georgette. She turned the jersey around. "Ib...ra..hi..mo..vic? 10. I don't even know what that's supposed to stand for." She turned it around. "Fly Emirates? What's that?"

"I think we are in a timeline and dimension that does not use striker units," said Sadako. "Emirates must be the name of a notable civilian passenger air fleet company."

"What? But, our familar forms, they are still working, right?"

Sadako stroked her right nipple fast and hard to the point that she moaned profusely, triggering the rabbit ears and tail. "Hyaaaaaah!" she cried.

Jose blinked. "...eh?"

A thumbs up and one eyes closed. "It still works!" Sadako grinned. Seconds later, she was bent over in a corner with a headbump. "I told you it still works but you must think I've turned into a jackass already!"

"What...jackass are you referring to, I may ask?" Jose asked, her mouth twitching, annoyed.

Sadako pointed to a painting of an old politician with an unmistakable haircut and color. A caption "This guy! Do..nald...Tr..ump! Yeah, this guy!"

Georgette was steaming. She did not know who that man was, but somehow her bad vibes suggested it was a Neuroi in disguise. "Sadako, did you just..."

"Noooo, don't kill me! I loved you then, I love you now, please forgive me!" Sadako lamented, begging for forgiveness in her blue underwear. A hand was extended. "...huh?" A blink. "Eh?"

"Let's head to the bath. We could use one," Jose said, the aura of an angel with wings and a halo on her figure. "Eheheh!"

"I am saved. There is a God...!" Sadako whispered dramatically.

"Hurry and get up already," she deadpanned.

"Ahahahahahah..." And they both went to the bath for a long soaping and unintended make-out, her mind having melted into goo. "Ohhhhh baby..."

Naoe Kanno was no longer distraught. She was in disbelief as she and Hikari Karibuchi left the test chamber, picking up the clothes of Sadako and Jose and putting them in a basket to be placed in the wash. "How?" she asked. "How? How the hell is it possible for them to disappear like that? Did they get abducted? What is going on? My head is spinning!"

"I don't know Nao," Hikari said. "I think the Countess knows exactly what happened."

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," Flying Officer Waltrud Krupinski said, appearing in front of them. "Let's head to the dining hall, I will explain further."

Nao and Hikari's stomachs growled on cue. "Yes ma'am."

Nao and Hikari sat on one side, while Flying Officer Krupinski and Commander Rall sat on the other. Flight Lieutenant Charlotte E. Yeager. carried a couple of trays and served some plates of sandiwches, salads and utensils.

"What's this?" asked Nao.

"Sliders and Waldorf salad, as served in Liberion," Commander Rall replied, sinking her teeth in one of the bite-sized wonders.

"Mmmm, this is actually pretty good."

"You like it?" asked Shirley. "I made it myself."

"Oh! You must be that Liberion girl from the 501st, Charlotte Yeager!" Nao said. She shook her hand. "We finally meet after a while! Greetings!"

"It's nice to be here. You are Flying Officer Naoe Kanno, correct!"

"That's right! Thanks for the meal! It's yummy!" She continued to dig in.

"The Waldorf salad is actually a New York, Liberion invention. I'm from West Virginia and I decided to do my take on steak sandwiches. So I developed the slider. Seems it's a grand slam." She looked at the plate. Empty, nothing. "And there it goes. Rest in peace, lunch."

"Can you believe this, we were actually transporting condoms to the base for safekeeping. Of all things, earlier today!" Nao said, exasperated. "Sigh...when it comes to those nasty things, leave me out of it!"

"Different standards for different Witches, I believe."

"But more to the point, was that room that I just went in...did that have something to do with the disappearance of Pilot Officer Shimohara and Pilot Officer Lemare?"

"Pretty much. Mainly because, Lucchini and I designed and built the new room."

"Whoa...what does that room do?"

"The built-in magic engineered in the room allows a partnership to transport themselves to anywhere they want in the world, but in a futuristic timeframe and a different dimension."

"Wow...so where did they go?"

"I don't know the answer to that. All I did was build the room for you guys while visiting. I have no idea after that."

"I did overhear," said the Countess, "that Jose wanted to see a place in Gallia called, I think, Pa..ri..."

"Paris?" Nao exclaimed, a fang sticking. "They went to Paris!?"

"I guess that's where they went."

"In another dimension and a different timeframe," Hikari added, deep in thought.

"Ohhhhh my head is spinning from all this," Nao said, her head hurting. "Dammit! Will we ever see them again after a while?"

"Knock on wood, we're working on that as we speak," said Shirley with a thumbs up and a smile.

"Flight Lieutenant Yeager, do you know the year that the room is set to by any chance?" asked Commander Rall.

"Good question Gundala," Charlotte said, pulling out her clipboard. "According to my notes here, the room is set to have the users transported to the location in the designated dimension in the year...ah, 2017, later January to early February."

"That far?" Hikari exclaimed.

"Yep, that far," Shirley replied.

"Whoa, they have been thrown into a dimension set to the future. It definitely is not the Paris as the Gallians known it here. Is the place even called Gallia in the timeline?"

"Actually, it goes by different name, and the land mass shapes are also different," said Shirley, showing a full map of the dimension and places. This is where we are. Russian Federation, and in that dimension, the city is called SAINT Petersburg. Hikari, your country, Fuso, is called Japan. And this is Gallia. It's a place called France."

"Do you know the demonyms for people of that dimension?"

"People in Fuso are Japanese, people in Orussia are Russian, people in Gallia are French, and I'm from Liberion, and on this map, that is labeled as the United States of America, which means I would be labeled as an American. Oh yeah, and Suomus is Finland and Karlsland is Germany. Finns, Germans. And Lucchini's place, Romagna, is Italy, while Brittania is the United Kingdom. However, Lynette Bishop was born here, near where I live, a place called Canada. So she is a Canadian."

"What a nice name...Canadian."

"An unconfirmed report tells me that the current head of government in that realm in that dimension and timeline is as untalented politically as that of my own realm and my leader in particular is off to a tough start in terms of standing among certain citizens as he just began his term as head of government. I can't really confirm this, though for sure, because I, well, am, not participating in my own chamber I designed."

"You're just making this up to get a rise out of all of us," Nao said, her eyebrows twitching through her false laugh. "You LIAR!"

"Calm down, Kanno," Flying Officer Krupinski said.

"Kanno, do you want to go through seiza again?" Commander Rall said in a threatening voice.

"Ahahahahahha, never mind, sorry, Shirley!" Nao said, embarrassed by her outburst.

"Don't worry about it, kid," Shirley said with a grin.

"uwu..."

"But I also wanted to ask this," asked Hikari. "When can we expect them back? They won't be out for very long in that different dimension you speak of, right?"

"Shouldn't be too long but I don't believe I set a end time for when they are out there," Shirley replied with a shrug.

"Why didn't you set an end date again?"

"Because I got so busy and worked up that I ended up getting tired, fell asleep and Lucchini also got tired and decided to sleep with her head between my cleavage sounding like a motorboat or a housetruck, I think that's what they call it over there, don't know for sure.”

The Countess was in stitches. "I'm dying here!"

"That's a little bit too much detail for us to digest, don't you think?" asked the Commander.

"I just wanted to lay it out there." Shirley said.

"Grrrrrr!" Nao wanted none of it. "Let me have some...now!" She squeezed Shirley's voluptuous breasts, causing her to sigh lustily. "Eheh..." But no sooner had Nao found her piece of heaven that Francesca Lucchini walked. "Uh...hi?"

"Keep. Your. Hands. Off. My. Woman," she snarled.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" cried Nao, fleeing the room while being chased by Francesca. The pecking order didn't lie. Nao could never win but it was fun while it lasted, the fresh squeeze from the heavens.

"Dear me, someone must have gone full frontal on the coffee today," Flying Officer Krupinski offered.

"Or has a certain anatomy envy," the Commander added. The two of them laughed.

"I'll head back to the kitchen to clean up," Shirley said. "Later tonight, Lucchini and I need to depart for North Africa to take care of some humanitarian work, as per Hanna's request."

"Thank you for stopping by and giving us this new room, we appreciate it."

"A pleasure, both of you. And you too, Hikari."

"Of course," she replied, nodding. She returned to her thoughts. "But still...to be in a different Paris that the Paris we know...will they both be all right over there?" She meant to find out.

"Ahhhh, nice long baths with you is like floating on a cloud that I could never fall out of," Sadako said as the two of them walked out of the bath, the scent of lovemaking replaced by natural flowery tones and purity dancing with piety. "Feels great, Jose."

"You keep fondling me so much, I'm just amazed that I am okay with this," Georgette said, looking for some bows to fix her hair. She noticed two new bows on the bed. "Hmmm, this is new. Red on the left, blue on the right? Mmmm, a nice change from the usual. Sadako, is there any underwear sets in the rack down there?"

"Here is one," she replied, holding a stylized top and panties that looked like an adapted version of the local team's uniform.

"You're already dressed!?" Jose shot back. Sadako was dressed in a white shirt, black jacket, jeans and one of the blue scarves in the study, along with brown fur boots.

"Ahahah, I dress quickly. Go ahead and put it on."

"I guess this will do. It looks like my underwear, but with a unique twist." Georgette put the top and panties on, with Sadako watching, her left hand discreetly over her crotch. It was getting a bit damp, too. "I knew it," she said, a sweatdrop on her face, her eyebrows twitching.

Sadako withdrew the hand and laughed hesitantly. Jose did see that she was touching herself while she was putting it on. "You...do keep it clean down there, I realized."

"Of course I do. You do the same. How do I expect to get a taste of you myself if it doesn't get shaved?"

"!? Well, I concede, you do have a point. Ah!" Sadako went and took out a shirt. "Here is a skirt to go with the top."

"Ah." A lambskin top. "It says...Chanel. This must be a brand." Georgette put the skirt on. "And it fits me, too! I like it." She giggled and decided to put the jersey on as well, putting on a scarf on a whim before looking at herself in the mirror. "How do I look, Sadako?"

"In your language, if I recall, that would be...c'est magnifique! Extraordinare! Magnificent and extraordinary."

"You're picking the language up easily, not bad," Jose replied with a smile. "But, this crest must be something. It says...uh..."

"There's actually a bigger sign on the wall next to the mirror."

"Oh! I didn't notice. Paris...Saint...Germain. Ici C'est Paris...Paris Est Magique. This is Paris. Paris is magical. Ah, I guess this means that this is a jersey and a scarf associated with Paris Saint-Germain. Are they an important organization?" Jose noticed Sadako reading a magazine. "What is that you're reading?"

"Information on this so-called Paris Saint-Germain," said Sadako. "It says here that they are a major sports club. They do three sports: football for men and women, a sport called handball, and a category called electronic sports, also known as e-sports, with the two games in question called FIFA 17 and League Of Legends. I have no idea what that League Of Legends is but there is a financial record here that shows that they are one of the richest sports organizations in the country and they are best known for their men's football team. Have you heard of football?"

"Football. Um, I recalled that before I was assigned to the 502nd, while working in the countryside near Barenton I noticed in the distance two plots of land that were shaped like there were going to be used for some sort of sports event. Two sets of posts, line markings, and there were two groups of 11 boys, moving a ball with their feet and trying to move the ball past this thing called an end line and score into the goal area for a goal. In my language it's called a but, pronounced bih."

"Oh."

"I also recall this. One player on either side was allowed to collect or stop the ball with his hands. Nobody else was allowed to. There was some tackling and physical play and the supporters were singing, clapping and chanting, some even saying some nasty words. Most of them were boys. I wondered what that sport was because just watching it for a few minutes was a joy because the player had actual skill in passing the ball and even doing some creative footwork and juggling with their feet. So it's called football. Naturally. What's today by the way?"

"I am looking at the clock, and it says, Sunday, January 29, 2017. We are apparently in the year 2017 and it's late winter." Georgette and Sadako broke out some coats, while Georgette took some leg warmers out of curiosity and put them on along with some white boots. "I also noticed we have two handbags on the table. One has a rabbit marking, the other a cat marking. Ah, this is actually our familiar mark. And it even has wallets with everything on it. These are stuffed."

"Cards and all, and plenty of money too," Jose added. "As well as makeup, perfumes, toiletries, chewing gum.” She took out a tube of lipstick. "I think you put it on like this." Shiny pink. She applied it on and puckered her lips. She never put on eyeliner or eyeshadow in her life but somehow she was able to do it easily.

"Putting on makeup? I never know you could actually do that!" Sadako exclaimed. "Maybe I should try it in the future." Seconds later, Sadako gave in and the two of them were putting on light makeup and looking flash like euro cash. "So it seems in this part of the world, the currency is called the euro and we use cards to make payment. Hey, and I have a passport from Japan."

"I have my own passport but I have some identification cards, and even this thing. I think the people here in this dimension call this a credit card. I think there is a way to use it." She put it away. "But I'm not sure."

"Well, I'm done here. I wonder what hotel this is," Sadako said as the two of them walked out of the room, into a hall with other doors. She noticed a sign. "Radisson...Blu. I think Radisson is the name of another brand of this dimension."

"You might be right." As they walked, they noticed a few players in warmup kits walking to the elevator in the distance before disappearing. "Oh my, are those...?"

"They must be the people from PSG!" Jose replied.

"PSG?"

"PSG = Paris Saint-Germain."

"Ohhh. Did you come up with it?"

"I think it's been established before we even got here. But for you, I'll claim it."

"For me? Oui, oui, oui! Rrrrrr!" The two of them giggled like mindless idiots madly in love as they walked to the elevator and went down to the floor. "So this is a lobby. We must have been transported to a hotel room. So we are in a hotel."

"A futuristic one at that," Georgette noted. "Let's take a look outside." The two of them walked out the door and left the Radisson Blue. "Oh. My. Goodness." A good deal of the major attractions were there, as well as the Eiffel. "This place is even better up close!" And Georgette's stomach growled. "So where should be eat?"

Sadako's eyes glowed as she scanned for a place for the two of them to have an afternoon bite. The two of them walked down and soon enough, Sadako saw a bar. "Frog XVI. Maybe there is something here. Shall we go in?"

"Could be worse...I guess so," Jose said with an embarrassed look and a hesitant laugh. "Let's go." As Sadako took Georgette's hand, the look became an assertive, knowing smile and their first-ever experience with visiting a restaurant referred to in this dimension/timeline as a sports bar would begin in earnest.

END CHAPTER 2