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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Professor Voodoo on Thu 1 Dec 2011 - 3:01

@schaschanist wrote: Yeah, Emi really is a choco-holic...
Maybe her next vacation should be in Shanghai.

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Schaschanist on Fri 2 Dec 2011 - 14:59

@Professor Voodoo wrote:
@schaschanist wrote: Yeah, Emi really is a choco-holic...
Maybe her next vacation should be in Shanghai.
Emilie: *drooling* "Chocolate warriors? How crazy, but I'm sure i can beat them, ehm pardon, eat them."

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Schaschanist on Wed 14 Dec 2011 - 19:47

Well, this is a little interlude chapter, shorter than the former chapters.
It finally puts an end onto Emilie's depression and clears some other things.



Endings and new Beginnings

It was some days after new year's eve. The new year had begun and Etienne had spent some peaceful days together, but no matter, Etienne was still concerned about his cyborg Emilie, who forced herself to appear happy in his presence.
So he reported his concerns to Dr. Bianchi about the incident some days before, how Emilie held the knife at her throat in that night, wanting a proof of not getting abandoned.
Dr. Bianchi studied notes on his clip-board on the search for some information. “Well, I had a look on some old files and reports about Emilie and found out that she was in the hospital because of an attempted suicide and also attempts at therapy afterwards failed. The therapist declared that she was in a deep depression, isolated herself from others and became really reclusive.”
“I never knew she suffered that much after they moved and left me alone.” Etienne was obviously bothered by that thought, remembering how happy she was as a little child when he first met her.
“By that information she was a very introverted and depressive girl before.” Dr. Bianchi tried to explain him. “I dare say that was sealed with conditioning, but with the incident some parts of her former personality have been revealed again.”
“Hmm...” was the only answer Etienne had could get out, looking thoughtfully with the hand at his chin.
Dr. Bianchi, as the psychologist he is wanted a proof for his theory about the young girl. “I want to have some auditions with her within the next few days, is it okay for you?”
“Sure.” he simply replied.


The next morning Dr. Bianchi had called Emilie for an audition. She knocked and entered hesitatingly, the doctor welcomed her. “Hi Emilie. No reason to be afraid, I just want to talk with you.”
“O-okay doctor Bianchi.” she said, stammering a little.
He offered her a place on the couch in his office. “Take a seat, get comfortable, we have all time in the world.”
“Thank you.” She sat down nervously, not knowing what to expect.
“Emilie, how are you?” Bianchi asked.
“Not good, I'm depressive and have horrible headaches.” She replied.
“Etienne told me about the incident.” As he saw the expression in her face and how white the usual very pale Emilie became, he tried to calm her down. “Hey, I'm not going shout at you. I just would want to know why you have did that. Does it have to do with your problems?”
“Yes, It does. I'm feeling so useless since I changed so much. And as Etienne suddenly took me outside I feared it would be my last night. I don't wanted to get abandoned.”
“I understand.” He wrote down a comment to that on his clipboard.
Emilie obviously was frightened that he has done a note.“I don't know whats going on in my head.”, she suddenly shouted,with her hands clutching her forehead. “I'm so confused...”
“Confused? By what?” he asked interested.
“I started here as a happy girl, satisfied with everything...” She sighed loudly. “But now I'm so introverted, emotional and depressive. It is like I'm a different person.” She cuddled nervously a pillow from the couch.

“Could you explain it a bit more precisely?” He put his clipboard down, turning his focus now only at what she would answer.
“It is like there is a second me inside me. I was perky right from the beginning. But now I'm a psychotic wreck, frightened, scared, depressive, emotional and introverted. I'm so confused...”
He was fascinated by her objective description. “I guess it is really confusing for you.”
Emi looked up into the doctor's friendly eyes, searching for an answer. “Am I insane, doctor Bianchi?”
“No, Emilie. I'm not quite sure if I really understand yet what is going on.” he said trying to comfort her as he noticed her expression and how she was about to drift into depression again. “Okay Emi. I think that's enough for today.”
She was pretty depressive as she left the office, not knowing if her answers were driving her into even more problems or not or if they all were disappointed of her. And so she rested back in her room, laying on the bed and crying again.
Larissa after a while came and tried to comfort her older sister with cuddling but no matter what she tried to brighten her up, Emilie was still crying horribly.

Meanwhile at the office Doctor Bianchi had called Etienne, telling him about his audition with his cyborg. “It is like I thought. Her personality broke through partially and caused a depression.”
“I expected it after our last talk.”, he said. “Will she ever will be my old Emilie again?”
“I dare say no. How it seems actually another reconditioning could cause even more mental issues.”, the psychologist said. But suddenly he laughed. “On the other hand you could say now she is a lot more like the real 'old Emilie', depending on these old files that's how she really was. We just recorded an artificial personality on her.” Etienne swallowed down this hard sounding statement as Dr. Bianchi continued. “But you don't have to fear anything. She still loves you and already loved you before. And after the incident she trust you absolutely.”
Etienne sighed. “At least one good message....”




Some days later. Priscilla was talking with Etienne again about Emilie which was still depressive and spending most of the time alone in her room. “Any improvements with her?”
“Unfortunately no.” Etienne said, nibbling on a chocolate mikado stick.
“Why do you say that?” Priscilla asked concerned about the condition of his cyborg.
Etienne sighed while picking another stick. “I talked with Dr. Bianchi after he had an audition with her. She is confused because her old personality broke partially through.” Priscilla lifted skeptically an eyebrow while Etienne tried to explain. “She already was a pretty depressive, introverted, broken girl before we took her.”
“Poor Emi.”
“When she someday learns to live with it, I think she will became the perky girl again, but at the moment she is so confused that she acts so withdrawn.” Etienne told.
He offered her the box of sticks where she immediately took one from. While she nibbled she was thinking. “Hey, can I take her to the city? I want to brighten her up, you know how much I like her.”
Etienne. “Yeah.” He started laughing. “I'm coming with you too.”

Some time later they had walked down to town and strolled through the streets of the city. Priscilla had slung an arm around Emilie, she on the other side was still mentally absent, just looking depressed to the ground in front of her feet.
Etienne walked on Emi's other side and was talking to both. “Luckily the weather is good today, not snowing like yesterday.”
“Indeed.”, she agreed. “It's nice that we finally got a bit snow, even if I wished we would were having it at Christmas.” She looked over to Etienne. “I heard you had snow there in Brugge too?”
“Yes. The town looked even better with it.” he replied.
She pushed Emilie a bit and smiled happy for both of them. “Lucky people.”
Emilie still in a bad condition, was depressed about something she haven't told yet, was looking to the ground, didn't respond and just walked next to Priscilla who was cuddling her like a mother.

Some more streets later then Priscilla found a nice dress in the window of a small boutique. “Oh Emi, this would totally suit you.”
Emilie which hadn't looked up tried to get off of Priscilla's grip. “If you're not satisfied with me or my style then tell it to me directly!” The small cyborg which obviously had misunderstood the well meant comment in her misery turned around and ran away.
Priscilla tried to get after her but the Belgian handler had stopped her by grabbing her arm. “Let her go.... she will come back, she's just in a bad mood at the moment.”
She was wondering as Priscilla looked into his eyes but she noticed the expression he had, understood that he meant it seriously.

Emilie meanwhile had run down the street and stopped at a large place which was not that unknown to her. It was the piazza in front of the Trevi fountain. Leaning against a wall she wept horribly into her hands, so much that she soaked the wool-glove she was wearing that day with her tears.
A whole while she was acting like that till a well known voice brought her back, the voice of a boy that sounded across the place. “Hey Emilie.”
“Emiliano?” She answered as she lifted her head and recognized the blond boy which was loving her since their first meeting at this place a long, long time ago.

At the same time Etienne and Priscilla arrived at the other side of the place, watching the scene from a long distance.
“Who's this boy?” Priscilla asked confused about the young blond boy which was hugging the young cyborg.
Etienne was putting a finger on his lips. “Ssht....” Calming down Priscilla he lowered his voice even more. “Don't ask me, please, but he's her boyfriend.”

At the same time on the other side of the piazza Emiliano was hugging the black haired girl, satisfied to see her again after such a long time. “I missed you so much.”
But she refused, tried to get out of the boy's embracement, and tossed him away. “No... I can't...” she said with tears in her eyes.
“What is wrong?” he asked, totally confused by the rejection of the girl.
She turned the back to him, her head hung down while thick tears were falling down from her face and leaving small holes in the snow. “I don't want you to see me in that condition. Leave me alone!”, she shouted with fists clenched at the sides.
“B-but Emilie....” he stammered.

“Emilie, I love you!” he shouted behind her as she suddenly fled, running away from the boy she loved, totally confused about everything.
Priscilla was shocked by Emilie's reaction, looking cluelessly into Etienne's eyes, searching for an answer. But she turned away from him pretty soon as she realized even he couldn't really understand what happened.
For Emiliano a world had broken together, the boy couldn't believe Emilie ended their relationship, reminding how hesitated and shy she was at their last meeting.

The crying and confused girl had fled into a lonely side street-lane some blocks away from the Trevi fountain. Just with a beanie between the wall and her forehead she stood there, hammered with her fist at the wall and cried about what she has done just a few moments ago.
A few moments later Etienne arrived at the lane, founding his girl with the face on the wall and meanwhile punching a deep hole into the plaster of the wall, grabbed the girl who was regretting her unconsidered knee-jerk action, turned her around and embraced his emotionally troubled girl. Still crying she put her forehead on his chest and hammered his shoulder with her clenched fist but although it was hurting, he ignored the hammering and just tried to comfort the crying girl in his arms.
“Please.... just bring me home...”, she said then.
It was quiet on their way back to the SWA complex, none of them said any word, he just held Emilie in his arm and Priscilla was silently pitying the cyborg she loved so much, but understanding her problems well.

Back at the dormitory complex Etienne offered his girl Emilie his own room to rest there for the rest of the day cause only there she could be for herself without maybe getting disturbed by anyone, neither the other girls nor somebody else.
And Emilie laid there in his bed, crying more horribly than ever before.

Down in the luckily empty personnel's canteen Priscilla and Etienne sat down. “Coffee?”, he asked, offering her a cup which he originally filled for himself.
“Yes please.” Etienne sat down opposite her after he filled another cup for himself. “Now, I think, you can understand the situation she is in a bit more.”
Priscilla took a nip from the cup and sighed. “Yes, I do. Poor Emilie. It really hurts me to see her like this...”
“We must observe her.”, he said also taking a nip. “I fear she could do something really bad and stupid.”
“She is unstable, I guess. Depressive and suffering so much.” Then she reminded the scene and what he whispered. “Hey, let's go and try to comfort her.”
Etienne nodded. “Good idea.”

But meanwhile Emilie had walked upstairs, onto the roof. She still cried horribly, felt useless like before and additionally guilty because she quit her relationship with Emiliano in her desperation and frustration. Her old personality which partially had broken through forced her to attempt suicide just like years ago before she became a cyborg. She stood there at the border of the roof, looking down the three storeys of the building. The wind was blowing her hair across the face while she stood there crying.

At the same time Etienne and Priscilla were running upstairs to the roof, Etienne feared she would be there after Emilie wasn't in his room. They found the young cyborg there at the border of the roof.
“Emi! Do not jump!”, he shouted.
She lifted a foot like she would do a step forward but hesitated to do the rest because a conflict was going on in her head. Both of her personalities were fighting while she stood there, the old one which wanted to attempt jumping from the roof, just seeing the disappointment she brought everybody, and her new conditioned personality which wouldn't allow that, seeing the suicide as an act against her handler.
Her foot was trembling, she begun to sway. Right in the moment as Etienne run over to her, trying to get his cyborg, she was losing her consciousness by her inner conflict just for the break of a moment. He jumped with an outstretched hand as she fell, trying to grab her but unfortunately he missed her ankle just of about a hand-width. “No!”, he shouted behind the falling girl.
She got back her consciousness and was falling with eyes wide opened in terror, right before she hit the ground.
Priscilla stood there, whiter than chalk, the expression in her face was showing blank panic. “Oh no!”
Just a few moments later the Belgian arrived down there where his cyborg Emilie had fallen down. “Emilie!” He took her, shook the girl, but she remained non-responding, just stared
totally shocked with her widely opened eyes into the sky. Her entire mind was completely paralyzed, even as the medics arrived, she didn't respond in any way and so they took care of her and brought the damaged cyborg to the medical station.

While Emi got sedated in the medical station, aside her paralyzed mind she just had a broken arm, broken leg and a few scratches, Dr. Bianchi, Dr. Belisario and Chief Lorenzo were having a heated argumentation about the emotionally
troubled cyborg. “We cannot take regard of her anymore. We need a solution, she's a multi-million Euro cyborg and not supposed to be a suicidal psycho.” He endured Emilie's condition long enough and
wanted to get rid off of that problem the doctors always tried to calm down.
“Usually we just condition them and everything is okay, but even we don't know what would happen in her case.”, Belisario said.
Dr. Bianchi. “I fear it could cause even more problems since the last time she received a huge dose she turned into that.”, Bianchi announced his fear. “Worst case would be that she could get back her memories.”
“I read you reports about her, Fernando.” Chief Lorenzo sat up and walked over to the window, staring at the cracks in the ground where Emilie had fallen down. “As much as I pity that turn, sometime we need to jump over our shadow and put an end to it.”
“I understand...” Bianchi just replied.

A few days later Emilie had been repaired, hey gave the young troubled cyborg finally by that opportunity a dose and conditioned her. So she was pretty dizzy as she woke up. “Where am I?” she asked as she looked around.
Etienne who sat next to the bed, waiting for her to wake up, was a surprised as he suddenly heard her voice. “Emilie, you're awake.”
Emi rubbed her sleepy eyes and was a little bit confused that she woke up in a bed of the medical station. “What happened?”
“You got unconscious on top the roof of the dormitory and fell down.” He told her, hiding the rest of the truth which leaded to that situation.
“Oh... Did I caused you much trouble?” She was both, confused and concerned, not having any memory about what happened.
“Don't care about me.” he said to comfort her sorrows. “I'm just happy you're awake.”
Emilie smiled satisfied. “Père Etienne, I'm somehow just happy.”

The official report declared a tribe of extreme depression had driven Emi to attempt suicide, but only Etienne and Priscilla knew the truth. Both swore never to lose any word about what really happened, in order to avoid causing any trouble for them or Emilie who already hurt herself.
Emi on the other side lost all memories of that day through conditioning, she didn't remember neither the fall, her depression nor anything happened that day at all. Fortunately the process went well and hadn't had any bad influences on the young cyborg, even better, it had put an end onto her depression and she was just happily smiling as she woke up. For the first time after a long while she was just feeling satisfaction.

-END-



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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by tremec6speed on Thu 15 Dec 2011 - 0:25

Great story Schaschanist, glad to see poor Emile is breaking free thanks to the conditioning drugs. I guess now the SWA will be eager to see her go on missions. Perhaps there might be interaction with the other fratellos like Triela the 'Big Sister', who I imagine would like to get to know her better like she does with Henrietta and the others? Smile

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Professor Voodoo on Mon 2 Jan 2012 - 3:12

Endings and new Beginnings
“Well, I had a look on some old files and reports about Emilie and found out that she was in the hospital because of an attempted suicide and also attempts at therapy afterwards failed.
That's interesting. Up to this point we had assumed that Emilie's problems came from a bad reaction to the conditioning process. Now it appears that she may have had issues with her brain before being converted. The cyborg engineers should have caught that.
“I want to have some auditions with her within the next few days, is it okay for you?”
I think the word you want here is interviews. In English, auditions refer to something an entertainer (singer, actor) must do to get a job.
She cuddled nervously a pillow from the couch.
These little details are very good.
While she nibbled she was thinking. “Hey, can I take her to the city? I want to brighten her up, you know how much I like her.”
Etienne. “Yeah.” He started laughing. “I'm coming with you too.”
After last episodes incident with the knife they might want another whole fratello along in case of trouble!
Emilie still in a bad condition, was depressed about something she haven't told yet, was looking to the ground, didn't respond and just walked next to Priscilla who was cuddling her like a mother.
I wonder if the girls don't get confused sometimes about the role Priscilla plays in their lives. Supervisor? Teacher? Mother-figure? Big sister?
She turned the back to him, her head hung down while thick tears were falling down from her face and leaving small holes in the snow. “I don't want you to see me in that condition. Leave me alone!”, she shouted with fists clenched at the sides.
I almost expected Emilie to snap and do something violent to Emiliano.
“Emi! Do not jump!”, he shouted.
Don't jump! You're a cyborg...you'll just break the concrete below!
she was losing her consciousness ...She got back her consciousness and was falling with eyes wide opened in terror,
Interesting way of handling this...she does not break her conditioning by jumping but falls anyway, maybe because of the conditioning shutting her down.
For the first time after a long while she was just feeling satisfaction.
-END-
So are Emilie's troubles over? We shall see...

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Schaschanist on Mon 2 Jan 2012 - 3:59

Thanks Voodoo.
The fall from the roof actually was because of that. I imagined her mind was paralyzed as she laid there

As for Priscilla: In my story she is more a friend and mother for Emilie than a supervisor. But that's reasoned on a special fact why Pris likes Emilie so much, the fact that she sees Angelica in both, this young Belgian's appearance and the problems she has to deal with.
Maybe she someday calls Emi "Angelica" by accident... if she hasn't already done it...

Well, I'm currently working on the next episode.
I don't want to give too much spoilers now, but you can be sure: Emilie will get back into action, now that she got conditioned and starts behaving like supposed to behave.

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Schaschanist on Mon 31 Dec 2012 - 14:50

Long awaited, took me nearly a half year to edit it and add new stuff but i think now i'm done with the next chapter about what happens and how Emilie behaves now after conditioning.



Princess Noir

Etienne was meeting an old friend and informant of the agency in a small café this Friday afternoon. He had taken his cyborg with him this day, just for no special reason in particular. She hadn't been ordered anything but the black haired cyborg just stood there next to her handler. With her back towards him, she observed the surroundings silently, scanning for possible threats, but innocently looking to appear just as a normal girl.

His friend noticed how Emilie was behaving. "She is pretty quiet and shy, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is." Etienne said, looking over to her.
The man still watched the young girl in black clothes. "Thirteen?"
"Err, What?" Etienne replied, wondering what his friend was meaning.
"She is thirteen, right?" he repeated.
"Yes.", Etienne said and took a sip coffee. "Well, different topic, Joseph. I called you for some information about the actions of the Northern Faction."
"Sorry I was distracted by your young attendant.”, he apologized. “Well, I heard the Northern Faction is going to receive a delivery of some machine guns and explosives within this week. I heard rumors they are planing an ambush at some politicians on a charity event."
"Hmm. So the usual stuff." After another sip he continued. "Do you know anything further?"
"I don't know if it's real or just a rumor, but I heard they are going to take hostages at the charity event of the prime minister this Friday."
"Sounds serious, I don't believe it will be just a rumor but their real plan." He notice that his friend's eyes again moved to Emilie.
"Who is she?" Etienne's friend asked, simply fascinated by Emi's unusual sight and strange behavior.
Etienne took another sip from the cup of coffee in front of him. "Her name is Emilie."
"Is she your daughter?", Joseph asked.
"So to say."
The man was still fascinated by the young girl and kept on watching her. "What a disciplined girl. She doesn't make any move at all, just observing the surrounding."
"That's how she is."

The Belgian fratello returned to the SWA facility, where Etienne met with Chief Lorenzo in his office to discuss the meeting. “You got the information?” Chief Lorenzo asked, adding “Excellent.” as Etienne nodded confirming.
"It all sounds pretty serious. I'm concerned."
"I'm concerned too. We need to be prepared. Get Emilie better back to training."
Etienne shook his head as he commented the meeting. “God, he just had eyes for Emilie.”
Chief Lorenzo was amused and laughed. “Well, she is an eye-catcher.”
“I know.”
Lorenzo reminded that Emilie got conditioned just shortly ago and wanted to ask about her. “By the way. How did she behave?”
“She was very disciplined. Just stood there, observed the surrounding and didn't move or said anything at all.” He sighed lightly. “To be honest, it is a bit awkward.”
Chief Lorenzo lend backwards into his seat and put the hands into his neck. “Sounds totally normal, but let her better have an interview with Bianchi.”
“Sure.”


On the following day, a saturday morning Bianchi had an interview with the recently conditioned young cyborg. “Hello, Emilie.”
Emilie sat down on a chair in front of the doctor's desk. “Bonjour, Dr. Bianchi.”
“How is it? Everything okay with you?” He leaned forward, supporting his chin with the hand.
Emi, put on a little smile, replied. “I'm fine, Merci.”
He looked up, wondering about her short answer but was impressed by her satisfied smile. “That's excellent Emilie.” He noted something at a form on his clipboard. “I heard you were pretty quiet yesterday. ”
“I just observed the surrounding to protect my handler.”
"Err, okay." Bianchi said a bit confused about her straightforward statement. “Did Etienne ordered you to?”
“No he didn't. I made it of my own.“
He was lightly concerned about the motivation which had driven her to protect, looked down to the reports on his clipboard and was considering them before he decided to ask her a question. “Emi, are you depressive?”
“No.” She said. “I'm satisfied and relaxed.”
Bianchi noted something on his clipboard. "Interesting. What about your nightmares?” He was very interested particular in the point which was bugging the young girl for such a long periode.
"I hadn't had any since I got released from the medical station." She replied with a light smile.
Dr. Bianchi noted her answer in his files. "That's excellent, Emilie.”

The interview was over soon and Bianchi turned to a talk with Belisario, who had watched the interview from behind the mirror of the office. "What do you think of her?"
“It seems she luckily didn't remember anything of the happenings before conditioning.” Belisario said.
Bianchi noted, approving his colleague’s statement. “Let's keep it like that and hope it will last by itself.” He sighed lightly. “But what else about her?”
"Pretty dark and gloomy appearance and a quiet, distant girl. To say she is pretty goth." he replied. "On the other hand she's really friendly and polite."
"From the files I studied that is how she truly is, or more, was beneath her depression."
"Hmm, if I remember the notices correctly she was one of those 'wealthy daughter', right?" Belisario said, holding his chin, considering circumstances. "Interesting turn with her. Seems like she is alot more her former self than expected."
"I second your thought, she is much more her former self than all others. But I'm not afraid in any way, she follows her orders and obeys her handler's orders and words." Bianchi said.
"I think we just should observe her, but over all I think she works better this way and we don't need to change anything." Belisario suddenly laughed. "A cybernetic 'goth princess', that's really exotic."



Two days later. Etienne and Emilie were on the shooting range in the morning of that wintry monday. Emilie, who was in a obvious much better condition since conditioning, had started practicing again to refresh her skills.
With her silenced FiveSeven she was shooting while Etienne observed her results. “That's excellent Emi, you're on the way to become even better than before.”
Emi was replying with a nod as Etienne stopped her for the next step of her training. “Here is something new for you”, he said and gave her a small pocket gun. “Chief Lorenzo ordered me to give you that.”
The lightly confused girl was starring at the gun in her thin hands as Etienne continued. "Beretta 3230 Tomcat, a gun for concealed carrying."
Emilie took the gun and loaded it with the magazine, aimed and pulled the trigger. “Do not expect the precision of your FiveSeven.” Etienne replied watching her firing the pocket gun.
“I got it.” she replied in her usual way.
Time later, around afternoon, they left the range, Etienne had decided to quit the training for this day. Emi had put the new gun into the pocket of her coat and was walking next to her handler which was obviously happy about her condition. “Does that mean we get a new role instead of our old one?”, she asked looking up with her lovely blue eyes, unsure what the new gun was supposed to mean for her.
Etienne laughed, amused by the concerned undertone in her question. “No, we still have the same role as before. It's just for enhancing your capabilities a bit. Just see it as the 'next step'.”
“Next step?”
Etienne smirked a little bit that she didn't get it. “Emi, we always kept people under surveillance and observed from a far til now. Next step means we will start observing from inside, undercover investigation and infiltration to name it.” He fondled her head gently.

Meanwhile, up in the chief's office Jean and the Lorenzo were having a discussion about some mission-related things as the topic leaded to Emilie's improvement. “Do you think we could send her on missions soon?” Lorenzo asked Jean the field operator of the section.
“Based on the improvement she made, the conditioning she went through and the fact she got back into training, I would say yes.” Jean said in his usual pretty dry sounding tone.
Chief Lorenzo lend backwards in his chair, sighing silently. “Right. I already approved the order to enhance their spectrum from observing to infiltration right before the incident but froze it after her jump from the roof. Now I’m sure she is ready for getting back on-duty.”
“I second this. Based on the latest reports about her I think Emilie is ready.”
“Approved.” He signed the file with his signature and his stamp and closed this file, put it to the left side to reveal the next open one beneath, the file about their newest cyborg. “So what about Larissa? Could we pair her with anybody yet?”
Jean studied the file about his second, entrusted, cyborg. “I believe yet it's a bit too early for her. She needs practice before we can send her on missions.”
Chief Lorenzo closed the file he had in his hand, approved an order with his signature, put it to the right and handed Jean the file on the left. “Bring the file to Etienne and supervise him about the decision.”
Jean nodded and left the office. The chief stood up and stared outside the window of his office, watched how Etienne and Emilie were returning from the shooting range. “I hope she don't disappoint us.”

Down, close to the side entry of the building, Etienne was speaking to his cyborg about the results of their visit to the range. “Your shooting is excellent, Emi, even better than before.”
She blushed a bit by that comment of her handler. “Merci.”
He patted her shoulder with a satisfied smile. “Hey, no reason be that shy, I'm proud of you, my sweet.”

At the door they stopped. “Okay, schedule’s done for today, Emilie.”
“I understand.”, she just replied, made a formal bow and left, straight up to her room.
He stared behind how she left him, concerned looking with an raised eyebrow. “She's like exchanged....”, he said to himself, remembering what a nervous wreck she was just shortly ago.


Soon she arrived at her room, put the new gun into the drawer after a quick cleaning, sat down on her bed and took off her shoes. She sighed silently after smelling on her clothes. “I need a shower.” she said, took new clothes out of the wardrobe and went to the showers. Before she started stripping off all her clothes and even the black underwear, always checking the surrounding carefully. As the horribly shy and prude girl she always had been she really never would turn off her in front of anybody but luckily nobody else was there around this time so Emilie, which was obviously exhausted from training since breakfast, decided to sat down under the shower and sighed as she begun to chill down under the falling water of the shower-head. “This is so refreshing...”
A longer while later she turned off the shower, dried her slender body and her silky hair, slipped into fresh clothes, a black dress made of velvet with silk accents and black knee-socks, left the dressing room and returned back to her room. On her bed she laid down, looked around in this white and bright but dreary room for a moment and sighed. “Dreary...and so bright.”

A few hours of laying bored on her bed and doing nothing she was thinking and considering inside her mind. "This room is so dreary and white. I should ask Père next occasion if I can change it a bit."

She suddenly jumped up after a while, slipped into her shoes and left her room, heading downward the stair into the direction of the music room. "Hey Emilie." a friendly voice sounded.
She turned surprised around and looked into the smiling face of Priscilla. "You're looking so elegant in that dress." she said adoring.
"Bonjour, Priscilla."
"How are you doing, Emi?" Pris asked. "Did you have a good day?"
Emilie smiled lightly. "Oui. I was at the shooting range with Etienne today and took a long, refreshing shower in the afternoon. But now I'm a bit bored and looking for an occupation."
"Aww no." She said shocked. "And now you wanted to the music room to play music or to sing?"
"Maybe, I'm not quite sure about what to do."
Priscilla embraced her young Belgian friend heartily. "Poor Emilie. If you like you can come to my room with me and we can talk. Remember, my door is always open for you."
"Merci, Priscilla."
Up in Priscilla's room they sat down on the chairs at the table. The friendly SWA agent took a closer look at the young girl opposite her and what she was wearing. "That dress is beautiful, Emi. Silk and velvet."
Emilie blushed lightly. "I think it's one you bought for me on our last trip to the city."
"I know." She said smiling. "Your looking so elegant when you wear your beautiful hair like that."
Emilie smiled but blushed bashfully by the comment about her raven black hair. "Thank you... I decided to wear it a bit different."

"Can I offer you something? A tea or some cookies?" Priscilla asked asked her young friend concerned but already was serving chocolate-chip cookies.
Emilie took one of the cookies. "Merci." While munching the delicious cookie she was considering some things.
"What are you thinking about, Emi? Maybe I can help you, perhaps."

The young girl blushed a bit. "It's a bit embarassing to ask, but do you have knitting needles and wool?"
Priscilla stared at her a bit confused. "Err..."

"I'm sorry to have asked you such a silly question." Emilie apologized.
"No matter to apologize, it's not silly. I was just surprised." She continued. "Well, I'm sorry, I don't have such utensils but I either can ask or arrange you them. Any particular colors? I guess black."
Emilie was still blushing. "Black, a dark red and grey would be nice."

In the later evening the young Belgian sat on her bed. Priscilla had arranged her the wanted stuff and now the girl was knitting speechless. "What a soft wool." she thought to herself, touching the dark bordeaux-red wool.
After a while she looked at the knitted thing in her hands, she meanwhile had knitted the wool to a narrow short flick. "Looks good so far."
Her eyes drifted to a clock, seeing the late hours she laid her piece in progress on the nightdesk, crawled under the blanket and closed her eyes. "Already so late, tomorrow I will continue..."


Next day, after her yesterday's good shooting Etienne had canceled today’s schedule, Emilie continued her knitting. She sat on her bed, silently knitting on her flick for hours.
Through time it became more and more clear what she started with. The short narrow flick soon turned into a band and finally into a scarf.
Sometime later on that day she finished her work. The young Belgian wrapped the finished knitted scarf around her neck and smiled satisfied. "Wonderful, so soft and so warm."

Shortly after finishing she put on a wool coat and boots and went down to left the building for a walk, a walk with her new scarf on.

Outside Priscilla was walking over the compound from the parking lot with Olga.
"Is it right what I heard? Etienne and Emilie will get back to work finally?" Olga asked.
"That is right, they will be on duty again soon." Pris replied.
"I guess you have one laughing and one crying eye."
Priscilla began getting louder. "Yes! I don't want my Emilie to get hurt."
Olga shook her head. "You're really obsessed by her..."
In this moment she noticed the young Belgian coming around, wearing an elegant wool coat, a knee-length skirt, overknee socks, boots and her new long scarf. "Isn't that Emilie over there?"

Priscilla's eyes became bright and shiny."Yes, it is. My beloved Emilie!"
"Alright, I'll let you alone with your friend." Olga said, patting her shoulder. "See you later in office."

As their ways crossed Priscilla welcomed the young girl with opened arms and a warm smile.
"Bonjour, Priscilla."
Priscilla embraced the elegant girl heartily. "Hey, my sweet." She took a closer look at her friend's clothes, noticing the dark red, knitted wool scarf which was slung around the girls neck. "That scarf is amazing."
Emilie blushed. "Merci beaucoup, Priscilla. I made it with the wool you gave me."
"You're a talented knitter, Emi."
The young beauty turned around, made a pirouette to the left and one to the right, her scarf flagging through the wind of her rotation. "Does it fit my outfit? What do you think?" She asked sheepishly blushing.
Priscilla's eyes shined even more as they objected the angel-like rotation of the young belgian beauty. "It does."

For a while the two were walking around the compound.
Emilie suddenly blushed, looked down to the ground. "Can I ask you for another favor, Priscilla?" she asked lightly embarrassed.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Priscilla, is it possible that you can bring me more wool? Dark grey would be nice."
"Sure." Priscilla said. "No problem, Emilie."

From a window on the first floor of the dorm building two of the girls were observing the young girl and the woman down in the park in front of the dormitory complex.
“She really appears like exchanged, doesn't she?” Triela asked her room-mate which also was observing them.
“She does. Emi appears worlds more relaxed than lately.”
“Yeah she really was a nervous wreck.” Triela wiped away the mist their breath produced on the glass with her pullover's sleeve. “I still can't really believe it.”
“Believe it.” Claes adjusted her glasses but took them off for a cleaning after noticing a fingerprint on the surface. “You really can see Emi's in a lot better condition, she appears tidier and cares a lot more about herself again.”
“True.” Triela lend back, got off the window and sat down on her bed. “Did you hear the latest news, Claes?”
“About what?” she sad, putting back her glasses on.
The tanned blond grabbed on of the teddy-bears on the bed and began cuddling it. “They will get them back into action soon.”
“Did Hillshire tell you?”
“Yes.”
“A sign her mental crisis is solved finally.” Claes climbed up the ladder of the bed, laid down on the mattress and grabbed a book. “Also a proof they trust her.”



A few days later.
It was Valentine's day this morning and Emilie was wearing a dark and elegant outfit, an almost black dark knee-length babydoll-like dress with a black short-sleeved turtleneck shirt, knitted tights and black Mary-Janes, the hair brushed and simply hanging loose, her forehead attenuately/prominently framed by the hair and her characteristic single streak in the middle. She had walked up to Etienne's room and wanted to ask him something but the fatherly handler just stared at his preppy dressed cyborg as she entered the room.
The gloomy girl of course noticed his staring. "Is something wrong with me?"
"No, I'm just wondering. You're looking different today." he apologized his staring.
"Oh, you mean my outfit." She said and blushed lightly. "I was in the mood to, it's Valentine's day."
Etienne observed her precisely, the babydoll-like dress and her raven black hair she was wearing loose this morning and not as usual lately in a low ponytail. "You're looking really good. Haven't seen you in a while wearing loose hair."
The young belgian blushed lightly. "Merci beaucoup."

"Père Etienne, do we eat breakfast together now?", she asked a bit hesitated.
"Wow, how independent she's gotten lately." he said amazed to himself, fascinated that she took initiative of her own. "Well, please don't be angry, Dr. Bianchi called you for an interview." Etienne was obviously feeling sorry to give her that message and embraced her calming. “Please meet him before and I promise when you are back we eat breakfast together here as promised.."
"Bien. I'll be back soon, Père." the girl said, turned around an left.

As she arrived there, she knocked at the door and entered Dr. Bianchi's office. “Excuse me, you have called for me?”
“Yes. Good Morning, Emilie." the psychologist welcomed the young girl heartily.
Emi took a seat in front of his desk. "Bonjour, Dr. Bianchi."
Bianchi noticed her smile and the happiness her expression was emitting but also had a look at her clothes. "I see you are wearing all-black today. Any special reason?"
"It's Valentine's day.” she blushed and began smiling. “Black is such a nice color, always suitable for every occasion."
Bianchi smirked, was obviously amused by her comment about her favorite color. "Nice to see you happy." His mimic turned back to normal and he continued the interview. "Everything else alright?"
"Oui, Etienne was very satisfied with my shooting skills lately." she answered with a satisfied smile.
"I heard your precision is excellent."
"Yes. The stray is low, Etienne praised me." she told happily.
"How is it with your nightmares? Any change?" he asked concerned, reminding their last meeting.
"No new nightmare recently." she replied nonchalant.
He wrote down her answer on the sheet of his clip-board. "That's excellent, Emilie. Inform me immediately if they come back, okay?"
The young girl had folded her hands on her lap, smiling lightly sitting on the chair. “I will.”

"Okay Emilie, I think that's enough for today." He said then some moments later. "I just wanted to check how you are and I see you are very fine."
Emilie stood up. "Bien, no problem, Dr. Bianchi. Always a pleasure to talk with you."
"Have a good Valentine's day with Etienne."
She did a formal bow, turned around and left the doctors office with happy steps.
After she has left his office Bianchi was thinking about Emilie for some moments. "A cute light french accent she's having... Maybe a bit strange but really an adorable girl with her sheer politeness." Bianchi said to himself with a smile.
He began wallowing in memories how she started at the agency, looked down, saw a photo of Emilie which was attached to her old file on his desk and the words 'personality disorder diagnosed' that were written in red letters under the photo. "Glad to see she made so much improvement."

In his room Etienne already was waiting for his cyborg and preparing his couch-table for breakfast, he had arranged some Belgian waffles with several sauces along with Emi's favorite sort of tea, as Emilie entered the room. "Aww, my sweet girl is back. How was it?" he asked and embraced her enthusiastically.
"Dr. Bianchi was nice as always, just wanted to check how I am." She answered in the grip of his embracement.
“Excellent, and breakfast is also ready for you, too.”

On his couch they sat down, Emilie poured chocolate sauce over her waffles, Etienne took a croissant with his morning coffee. Both were eating their breakfast and watched a Belgian movie Etienne had chosen. Etienne's gaze sometime drifted over to Emilie who was sitting next to him. “You're looking like Emily, Emi.”
Emilie, clueless about what he was meaning, turned her head from the tv-screen over to her handler. “What?”
"You're looking now like that girl from your comics, Emily the Strange.”
“Really? I just picked some various things from my wardrobe.” she said shyly and blushing.
Suddenly Etienne laughed. “You're really an awesome girl, my 'little miss strange'."

They spent the whole day together, most of the time they just rested on the couch. Emilie at first sat next to Etienne but sometime laid down and put her head on her handlers legs, using his lap as a pillow. They talked about various things but most of the time they just enjoyed their near like the father and daughter they want to be in their free-time.
“Père Etienne, is it maybe possible to change my room?” she asked after a while of silence.
Etienne was wondering about her question but noticed that she meant it serious. “Changing your room? What do you mean, taking a different room or change the interior of your room?”
She looked into his eyes hopefully. “The last one. I want to change the interior of my room.”
“Why do you want that? Any special reason for it?”
“Yes. It is so white and bright, just so dreary.” she said, still looking hopefully into his eyes. “I would like to make my room darker and gloomier. Is that possible to arrange?”
Etienne was thinking for a second before he answered her question and looked into that blue, hoping eyes. “I will ask my superiors about it. What in particular would you want to do in your room?
She smiled lightly as she noticed he was on her side. “I thought about painting the walls black, hanging up some curtains at the windows, something like this.”

In the evening Emi finally had fallen asleep. She was still using her handler's lap as a pillow, Etienne had covered her body carefully with a blanket and she slept peacefully on his legs, silently breathing.
Etienne wiped away the hair which was covering her face to get a clearer look at the sleeping beauty on his lap and was wallowing in memories about her. "Every day I can spend with my beloved daughter is the greatest gift in the world. Since I already ruined your complete life everything I can obtain is just worthy enough for my sweetest little angel." he silently whispered into her ear. "Happy 14th birthday, Emilie Valerie De Laroque."


Next morning Etienne was talking with Dr. Bianchi. “Emilie asked me if she could change her room, painting the walls black and such. Do I need to worry?”
“No, I think not. I noticed that she became gloomier since conditioning but Belisario and I rated it not as a threat. In opposite, we came to the conclusion it would be better for her just to be herself." Bianchi explained his opinion.
The Belgian handler was obviously relieved. "Thanks, Dr. Bianchi."

In his tribe to fulfill the wish Etienne walked to Ferro's office and knocked at the door. “Come in.” Ferro's voice sounded and he entered the office. "How can I help you, Etienne?"
"Ferro, would it be possible to change the room of one of our cyborgs?" He asked carefully and hesitated. "Emilie asked for a make-over of hers."
“Really? She asked for that?” she was surprised and lightly confused by the questioning before she continued. “Er... well, principally it is possible. It's incumbent to the handler. Only condition is that you have to spend the budget for it from your own pocket.”
“That's no problem. I will pay for everything.” he said smiling. “But when it's allowed then I'm happy. Thanks for the information.” He said and left the office.
“First time ever somebody asked something like that...” Ferro said to herself, skeptical about the seriousness of the handler's question.

Around afternoon Etienne had walked to the personnel's canteen for getting a refreshing coffee.
“Hey Etienne.” A voice sounded as he stood at the counter ordering. Priscilla was winking with the arm from the other side of the room, trying to get his attention.
He walked over to her with the cup of coffee and sat down opposite her. “Hi Priscilla.”
“How is it going with Emilie?” she asked him.
“Pretty good, she practices shooting and got even better.” he told proud about his beloved cyborg.
“That's nice to hear. At least she finally feels better.”
He looked down to the cup of coffee he was holding in his two hands. “Yes, I do like this Emilie more than the depressed version she was lately, even if it wasn't her fault.”
“Of course, me too.” She also took a sip of the cup in her hands. “Hey, I saw Emilie wearing her knit-jacket.”
Etienne smiled and nodded. “Yes, Emi feels comfortable in it. She told me she knitted it by herself.” He took a sip but sugared the coffee a little bit. “You heard the latest news?”
Priscilla shook her head clueless. “No, what is it?”
“They will get us back into action finally. Jean brought me the documents, we will be at the Prime Minister's charity event.”
"Yes, I already heard of that, Olga told me. I'm happy for you two.”, Priscilla lied, concerned about that one or both of their closest friends could get killed on mission.
Etienne of course noticed that in her voice. “What's wrong? It doesn't sound that happy.”
“It's just...” Suddenly she blushed, blocked by waving her hand and smiled. “Eh, Forget it, I'm just worrying too much.”
"I know." Etienne replied after taking a sip of coffee and began smiling. "By the way, Emilie had birthday back on 14th of February and I wanted to fulfill her wish and give her room a make-over tomorrow."
“A make-over? Cool, Can I help you with it?” Priscilla asked with shiny bright eyes.
“When you want it, you of course can help.” He agreed, knowing he couldn't dissuade her from that idea.
“Of course I want it, I want to do it as a late birthday present for my beloved Emilie.” Priscilla said without any hesitation.
“Okay.” He confirmed. “Everything is prepared, we just need to paper the walls, paint the ceiling, lay the carpet and assemble the bed and the new wardrobe.”
“Sounds like a complete make-over.” she said smirking.
“Um, yes, you could say that.” he laughed. "But that's worthy for my most precious girl.”
“Will she assists us?”
Etienne began smiling. “No. I ordered her to stay with Triela and Hillshire this day. It's a surprise for her."


Next day. Emilie was away this day as ordered with Triela and Hillshire. They spent a day off in the city. Quiet and introverted as she usually was she said not much on that trip, just was quiet and followed her older sister and her handler. On the funny side she appeared like a wealthy daughter was escorted by her bodyguards.
Triela noticed how quiet and uncomfortable she was in this situation, being ordered by her handler to stay with a different fratello the day, and so she tried to brighten her younger sister up with directing her thoughts to something different, pointed at her new, long red knitted wool scarf. “A very beautiful scarf you are wearing, Emi.”
“I knitted it by myself a few days ago.”
“It looks wonderful on you. Red suits you really well.” she said with a suggesting smile, making a compliment to brighten her younger Belgian sister up.
"Merci."

Meanwhile, at the Dorm Etienne and Priscilla were painting the ceiling of the room with black paint. “And she really chose black?” Priscilla began laughing. “She's such a cute goth girl.”
Etienne also laughing. “She knows what she wants.”
They finished painting the ceiling and Etienne took a roll of wallpaper. "Lets continue with the wallpapers."
Pris watched the grey pattern of the black wallpaper. “This looks awesome. A very nice pattern. I'm sure she will love it.” she said cheering.
“Yes, me too.” He smiled again. “I thought she also would like to have a nice wallpaper with patterns instead of a simple plain black wall."

Some time later, back at Triela and Hillshire with Emilie in care. They were walking down the street, Triela next to Victor Hillshire and Emilie following them, who was still looking uncomfortable with the situation. Hillshire looked back sometime and noticed the expression in the young girls face. “Hey Emilie, do you want an ice?”
She looked up surprised that he asked her directly. “An Ice? If you allow it, then I would like to have one.”
At the ice café they stood at the counter and ordered. “Two balls vanilla.” he said.
Then Triela ordered. “Two balls chocolate, please.”
"One small ball straciatella, please." she said hesitated.
“Whow, wait.” Triela stopped the iceman. “Come on, Emi.” She turned to the man. “She takes two and give her two big balls.” The iceman gave Emilie the cone waffle with two large balls of ice cream.
“Thanks.” She shyly said.
“Hey, when you get invited, chose what you want, and not just one small ball. Come on, even we ordered two, then you can do the same.” Triela taught her younger sister well meaning.

Back at the dorms Etienne and Priscilla made some improvement. They were done with papering the walls, already laid the carpet and now were assembling the bed. “This is a pretty large bed.” Priscilla said astonished.
“Hey, everything for my most precious Emilie.” He laughed. “The perfect opportunity for it, plus this absolutely matches her taste, I'm sure.”
Pris began grinning. “You're really the best what could have happened for her.”
They finished assembling the wooden canopy bed as Etienne brought something special, a curtain for the bed made of lace with skulls, webs, spiders and bats on it. “This is for the bed. The perfect accessory for her.”
“Where did you get it?”
“I found it in the internet and thought she would like it.” he said with a big grin.


Meanwhile the three were walking down the street. Triela noticed Emilie's quietness and withdrawal. She slung an arm around her and tried to get a look at her pretty face. "Hey, what's wrong? You are so quiet today."
"It's nothing..."
Triela lowered her voice. "Do you have your period?"
"I have it but that's not the problem. I'm just not feeling really comfortable today." Emilie sighed and drifted away into a thought.
Triela was still holding her younger sister in her arm. "You are thinking about Etienne, right?"
She nodded approvingly without any further comment.

Inside the dorm room the two agents were arranging a black wooden wardrobe for Emi. "Be careful, I cannot lift that much weight."
"What happened?" Etienne asked concerned.
"A passed away friend broke my wrist by accident, since then I cannot lift as much weight as before." Odd to mention Priscilla meant Angelica with this.
"Sorry to hear."
The wardrobe was a placed opposite the large bed.
"Next is the commode, then we are done." They took the black wooden commode and placed it near to the wardrobe next to the window.
"What a beautiful dresser. With the mirror she always can check her hair or beauty." Priscilla blushed. "Sorry if I sound a bit silly, Etienne."
He laughed. "It's alright. That was the use I had in mind, her private beauty mirror."
He came back with a ladder and a chandelier, disconnected the old lamp and installed the the new light.
"Oh, what a gorgeous chandelier." Priscilla said surprised and amazed.
"I thought this would fit the new room alot better than this old, ugly lamp." Etienne came down the ladder after he finished mounting the chandelier.
The Belgian handler finally brought a small piece of furniture and placed it next to the bed. "A new nightdesk. There she can put in all her chocolates and most personal things."
Priscilla had begun putting back the clothes of the goth cyborg into the wardrobe and sighed after some pieces. "She has so pretty clothes, so cute and beautiful dresses."
Etienne was putting back the lot boxes of chocolate into the nightdesk. "Most of them are from you." he laughed. "You really know what fits her and what not."
She closed the wardrobe and turned to the commode, went on with the underwear. "I know she loves black but even I didn't know she wears black underwear too." she said amazed by the sight of all the black panties, bras and bustiers.
"Maybe because she is extremely shy and prude and doesn't show herself anybody naked nor even in swim- or underwear." He took out a special box a and placed the content together with a message card on the blanket of the huge bed.
Priscilla eyed it and smiled happily. "I'm sure Emi will love it."

In the evening of the day the three, Hillshire and Triela with their entrusted but lightly bored Emilie in tow, were on the way back to the SWA facility by foot, the sun already had disappeared and now the sky was dark and the stars were shining clearly. Triela clamped at her handler's arm and smiled happily about the nice day and it's weather. Emilie just followed them speechless, her long silky hair whiffing in the wind.
Some time later they arrived and Triela was bowing out for that day. "I'm sorry, I hope it wasn't too boring for you, Emi."
Emilie shook her head. "No, it was okay. Merci that you endured my presence today."
She left and went up to her room, opened the door and was surprised what she found. Her entire room had been changed into the private crypt she dreamed about and wanted to have. She was amazed as she found all the black wooden furniture, touched the wallpaper softly and tears rolled down her cheeks as she took a closer look at the lace curtains. "This must be heaven. It's like a dream became true."
On the bed she focused then something, took it and read the message on the card. "A little present for my sweet little angel. P.S.: Enjoy your new room, hope you're feeling more comfortable now. ;-)"
She took a closer look at the present her handler had left there for her. It was an elegant sleepdress in black with white accents, made of velvet, lace and silk. Emilie quickly turned off her coat, the self-knitted dark gray wool jacket, her black dress and tights, slipped into the nightgown and watched herself in the dress in the mirror of her new dresser. "Beautiful."
The huge canopy bed in eyes the young goth lady decided to lay down on it and some moments later she laid there with outstretched arms on it and felt the soft fabric of the bedwear. "So soft and comfortable."
Some time she stared at the ceiling above her until her gaze drifted a bit more to the central of the room where a complex, black chandelier was hanging. "Oh, I even got a chandelier."
She grabbed the penguin plushy Tux next to her. "Do you like it too, Tux? You do, right?" Emi pressed the plushy to her chest, embracing it heartily. "That's absolutely unbelievable, Tux."
Overmanned by tiredness she closed her eyes and because of the new bed's calming softness she very soon had fallen asleep and laid there peacefully breathing in her much more comfortable, new room.


Next morning Triela, Larissa and Emilie were having breakfast in the dining hall and sitting at a table together.
Triela was a bit groggy this morning and had taken a coffee to give the day a kick-start. The short blond Larissa sat next to the tall blond Triela, munching a bowl of cereals with milk. They already were eating as Emilie joined the round and took seat opposite them with a dish with Belgian waffles and a cup of tea in the hands. "Bonjour." she just said.
"Bonjour, Emi." Triela replied.
Larissa looked to the right into the eyes of the older cyborg next to her and lifted, still munching, an eyebrow to ask for the meaning of the word in a language she wasn't able to understand.
"Good morning in french." Triela whispered into the younger girl's ear.
The tall blond took a sip of the cup of coffee in her hands and watched the French-Belgian opposite her how she was eating her meal speechless and quietly for a while.
"What is it? You're appearing a bit happier and more relaxed than usual. Did you had a good night?"
Emilie looked up from her waffles and was surprised by the question. "Really? Do I appear like that?" she asked. "But yes, I had a very good night in my new room and new bed."
Triela amazed. "You have a new room? Awesome." She was thinking for a second before she continued. "Anythings against a party to celebrate your new room?"
Emilie blushed a bit, didn't felt much comfortable with the idea but accepted the invitation.

In the afternoon all arrived in her room, brought tea and cake and were taking seats. Rico and Henrietta were looking around confused and lightly distraught about the new, gloomy style of their sister's dorm room.
"And this really is what you wanted?" Henrietta asked skeptically, unbelieving Emilie could like such a gloomy room.
"You really like it that way?" Rico asked.
"Oui. I do." Emilie replied a bit shy and hesitated.
"Isn't that canopy bed a bit too large for a girl of your height?"
"No, Claes." Triela said pouting. "It's the right size, princess size! Perfect for our Emi."
Cleas shook her head. "It's just too large."
"That's just your opinion, grandma" said Triela tongue-showing.
"Etienne brought it, but I like it. It's so soft and comfortable." The black haired Belgian said blushing, lightly confused about her older sisters.

Soon after a while Henrietta and Rico left the round, they felt too uncomfortable and fled into a much brighter place, their own dormitory room.
Triela, Larissa and Claes still remained there, enjoying the tea and cake and spending time with their quiet and introverted Belgian sister in her new dark princess-like realm.
"Those kids..." Claes said head-shaking about the the two younger one's disappearing.
"Come on, Claes, ignore it." Triela patted her shoulder and grinned.
Emilie had changed from one of the chairs to her bed and now was laying there with outstretched arms.
"You really like that bed, do you?" Triela asked.
She sighed one time satisfied. "Qui, absolument." Emi replied.
Larissa stared over to the her sister on the bed. "It really looks comfortable. Seems like you can crawl easily under it and playing hide and seek." Larissa said amazed by the massive wooden frame.
Triela laughed, was amused by the comment of the young blond. "I don't think that Emi would let you play hide and seek under her new bed."


At the same time in the personnel’s canteen Priscilla and Etienne were sitting together, discussing the previous day after they met coincidentally.
"Did you meet Emi today and asked her about her new room?" Priscilla asked interested.
"Oh, I met her after breakfast. She's really happy, just embraced me and smiled." Etienne told with a smile, satisfied about his cyborg liked the make-over.
"Aww, she's such a cute girl." Priscilla said and blushed, overmanned by the feelings she had for the lovely french-Belgian girl. "Cuter than ever before."
"I'm glad she likes it that much."
Priscilla laughed. "Emi really can be happy to have a fatherly, caring handler like you. She just asked for painting the walls and received a complete room make-over."
"You know she is my most precious girl and I obtain I can everything for her. I'm owing it to her."
The friendly former police woman put a hand on his left shoulder and patted it, showing her participation to him with this gesture. "I know."
"By the way, thanks again for helping yesterday. I wouldn't have finished it that soon without your help.”
"No reason to thank me, that was an implicitness. You know, I would do everything for Emi as well as you." Priscilla said in her strict confidence while holding her wrist with the hand.
"Is there a personal reason for it? Is it related to why you're holding your wrist?" the Belgian handler was smelling it had something to do with her wrist.
"Indirectly. I really do love your Emilie, she's such an adorable and lovely girl but she also reminds me of a friend who died long ago. Her name was Angelica. I can see her spirit and her resemblance alive in Emilie." She looked down to her wrist she was holding with the other hand. "With my wrist... Well, Angelica broke it accidentally. And since she died this is the only thing that reminds me of Angie aside my memories. Maybe that's the reason why I'm holding it subconsciously each time I think about her."
"Interesting story, Priscilla. So Emi has a very special place in your heart as well as in mine. Then we are two in this." Etienne finished his sentence with a satisfied smile and raised the cup in front of him. "For Emilie."
Priscilla raised her glass as well. "For Emilie."



Emi and Larissa were at the outdoor shooting range this morning a few days later, practicing shooting. For Larissa it was the first time ever she was practicing together with others.
Etienne was just watching how Emilie was shooting, without any comment he stood there with crossed arms and observed his cyborg. Emi shoots one handed, completely focused at the target.
Larissa of course was pretty unfocused at her first practice with another cyborg. Because it was her Belgian sister she was even more unfocused and observed in her affection Emi by accident and was fascinated. "Wow, that looks awesome." Then Jean ,her actual supervisor, gave her a clout. "Hey, eyes at the target!" Larissa apologizing through her big brown puppy eyes. "I'm sorry, Sir."
Larissa was not that concentrated and had a notable streak in her target sign. As she was reloading her SIG P225 after the magazine was empty, she again observed her Belgian sister as suddenly a single bullet case hit her head. Jean of course noticed that and shouted at the young blond. “Didn't I say it?”
Larissa rubbed the point where the case had hit her. “I'm sorry, Sir.”
Jean wasn't amused by her second fail of concentration and pointed over to Emilie and Etienne who were absolutely focused at the target sign. “Look at Emilie and how concentrated she is.”

Larissa was turning back to her own target sign and started shooting. She tried to shoot as precisely as possible but because of her missing experience the streak was pretty notable. The slide slid back, her gun had went out of ammo so Larissa pressed the magazine release button but right while she was fumbling the new mag into it, she dropped the pistol out of her hand by accident. “Oops.”
Jean face-palmed and shook the head, couldn't believe the short blond girl dropped her gun. “Listen, I know it's your first time but you cannot drop your gun!” He again pointed at Emilie who was still shooting next to Larissa. “Look how a routined shooter like Emi handles it.”
Emi right in this moment just ran out of ammo with her magazine, pressed the release button, dropped the mag and loaded the next into in one flowing move.
Larissa tried another time to load the magazine in, but failed again, her hand chattered out of excitement.
Jean shook his head and turned around to leave. "Training is over, Larissa." She took her gun with the still detached magazine and followed him back to the dorm. "I'm sorry, Signore Jean, Sir." Larissa said.
Jean turned his gaze down to the short blond next to him. "You need to learn to control your gun. Before that, continuing practice is useless." He saw the expression in Larissa's face. "But good enough for your first day."

Meanwhile back at the shooting range Emilie was still practicing shooting. Etienne reloaded another one of Emi's empty Magazines and gave it in her hand as she was ejecting the old mag. "The last one for today." Emi nodded, aimed and shot the last 20 rounds.
"That's enough for today, Emi." He analyzed the holes in the target signs and was impressed. "Your skills are excellent, the stray is very low." Etienne slung an arm around his cyborgs. "You are definitely ready, ready for the mission after tomorrow.



Two days later Etienne and Emilie had been sent along with two other fratelli and some supporting agents to take care of the situation at the local charity event hosted by the Italian Prime Minister Pisano Renato. The Belgian fratello had been commanded to avoid ambushes from the inside. Infiltrade the masses, the other fratelli took position outside and observing the situation. Chief Lorenzo thought they Etienne and Emilie would be the most inconspicuous for the inside, partially based on the fact Emilie was born and raised into a wealthy family and with her distinctive elegant clothes she would totally fit into the charity event aside the fact that Etienne and Emilie easily can portray foreign wealthy persons because they both have accents.

The group stood in front of the restaurant building.
"Alright.", Jean said. "We take position at the rooftop opposite. Sandro, you take position here with Petra and observe the entrance. Etienne, you and Emilie are inside, observe the people and protect the prime minister if something happens."
"Understood." Emilie, who was wearing a beautiful black gown with a jewelry-necklace, confirmed as she had checked the loading of the small pocket gun one last time and put it into a small holster at her thigh.
Petra to Sandro, as they took position. "I still don't know why they have chosen her for that mission. Such a dress would suit me alot better!”
Sandro laughed loudly, amused by her comment. "Haha. But she has alot better manners than you, my lively redhead."
She was sulking and looked desperate away. "Hmpf..."


The two entered the restaurant and directly went to the host of the charity event, the Prime Minister Renato. The minister stretched out his hand to welcome Etienne. "Social Welfare Agency, right? I got supervised that you will ensure my protection today."
"Hello Minister Renato." Etienne said, shaking the politician's hand "Yes, we will protect you today for the case an ambush will happen."
The Minister focused the quiet girl in the gown right next to Etienne. "And who is this young beautiful lady?"
"This is my assistant, Emilie."
The minister smiled, giving a kiss at the young girls hand. "Emilie, what a beautiful name."
She dropped a curtsy as an act of politeness. "It's an honor to meet you, monsieur Renato."
"No reason to be that formal."
"Right, we join the crowd and try to find something out, minister Renato." Etienne slung an arm around Emilie and escorted her away from the minister who meanwhile was welcoming new guests.

The small purse in the hand Emilie began observing the guests, scanned them for any suspicious action, behavior or conspicuous person in the crowd of guests.
From their higher position they had a clear overview over the situation in this entrance hall.
“Lets go to the main hall, the dining room, my dear.”

In the dining hall they sat down at the prepared tables to keep in their role as guests but still watched the other guests precisely, which were filling the hall.
As they sat at the table, some of the waiters walked around and offered the noble guests glasses of champagne but also glasses of water for the non-alcoholic guest.
“Merci.” Emi said and took one glass of frizzling water as a waiter stopped and asked them. Etienne took a glass of champagne.

Some time later, as all guest were supplied with drinks and sat down on their places at the places, the prime minister stood up, raised his glass and held a speech. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen. I am proud of your countable appearance. Have fun and enjoy the event."
Emilie clapped in the hands like all other guest. "Good speech. Minister Renato is a good host." she said to Etienne.
"He is a politician like the others, doing everything for the fame."
"Isn't it the same with nearly all politicians?" Emi asked, turning her gaze over to her handler.
"It is, Emi, it is." Etienne turned around. "Okay, time to join the masses and have an eye on them."
"Understood." Emi replied, took her purse and walked to the left, while Etienne walked over to the right.

Emi wasn't very suspicious in the mass, although her distinctive dark appearance but beside that, she just appeared like a millionaires daughter with all the elegant clothes, jewelry and attitudes.
Some of the guest were accosting the black haired teen girl and she tried to stay in her role as a daughter of a rich man. Unnecessary to say it was easy for her because she already was the daughter of a rich family before and luckily her manners and behavior had survived conditioning.
She was having several discussions with various guest through the time, observing precisely their reactions.

"Hey, young lady. I think I Never seen you before. Who are you?" an old lady said to her as she saw the young black haired girl standing at a column and observing the crowd.
"Bonjour Madame. I apologize." Emi started as she made an obeisance as an apologizing gesture in front of the lady. "My father and I just moved over to Rome. So I am really sorry if I’m unknown to you, Madame."
"What a well behaved young lady. Sorry if I sounded a bit harsh." She took a sip from the glass champagne in her hand. "I hope you're enjoying the event."
Emi did a bow and replied in a formal way. "Oui Madame, I do."

Etienne met his cyborg after the lady, who had talked to Emile, disappeared some time later. "Hey my dear." He gave her a little kiss on the cheek. "Nothing special till now." he said.
"Same over here. All people I talked to, seem just to be normal citizens." Emilie replied.
"We just have to wait and be aware. The information just said that an ambush will happen, not if it's coming from outside or inside."

Etienne observed his girl precisely, particular her clothes and jewelry. "You never have looked as good as today."
She blushed a bit by his compliment. "Thanks for the compliment, Père. I had that outfit just in my wardrobe."
"Where did you get that dress from?" Etienne asked interested because he never had seen it before.
Emi blushed lightly. "Priscilla bought it for me the last time she took me to the city."

Emilie observed a waiter who left the kitchen and serving the dinner. The man in the red vest was behaving unnaturally odd, clumsy and nervous. “Look, this waiter behaves odd.” she said to her handler and pointed at the man in the waiter uniform.
Etienne took a closer look and recognized the silhouette of a gun under the shirt of the man. “I see what you mean. And this one additionally seems to carry a gun. Let's stop him!”
They stopped the one waiter, Emi draw the small Beretta Tomcat from a thigh holster, pointed it at the mans head. "What have you planed? Tell it!" Etienne shouted
He did a fast move, kicked the gun out of the girls hand, took out an own pistol and started shooting at Emi and Etienne. Etienne ducked to the right, Emi jumped to the left trying to reach her gun and took it. The man in the waiter's uniform spoke to a walkie-talkie while he tried to escape. "Our defilade is ruined. Plan B, attack, attack!"
Emilie who had started chasing the man shot into his direction and pierced the walkie-talkie to cancel the connection but too late, he already had informed his comrades.
Suddenly an explosion outside happened, the glass of the window burst and all guest began fleeing in sheer panic. Etienne into the micro at his wrist. "An ambush has occurred! They're disguised as waiters!"
Emilie ran over to the minister who had hidden under the table. "Minister Renato, you're in danger."
Emilie saved the surrounding as Etienne kneed down. "Minister Renato, that's an ambush. We escort you to your car."
Right in this moment Ferro's voice sounded to Etienne's and Emi's earpieces. "The minister's car had been blown up. Hold on a moment, we send the van instead."
"I just got informed the original car is destroyed. We have to wait for replacement." Etienne said to the Minister and his wife.
The young cyborg girl meanwhile had flipped a rectangular desk to make a coverage and was saving the surrounding. Three men entered the hall, shooting in the air and bring the fleeing people under control. "Three men with rifles, we have to withdraw and escape."
"Right. Follow me!" Etienne who had meanwhile taken out his FiveSeven ordered the prime minister and his wife. "Emi, give us fire protection if necessary. Save our backs."
"Understood."
Etienne ran into the kitchen, closely followed by the minister, his wife and Emi who cleared their backs.
"We exit through the delivery entrance at the back." he said into the microphone. "Jean, Rico, three men are following us with MPs."

They walked through the kitchen. Etienne instinctively took the right way while running and cleared their way.
"Hurry, we get chased!" Emi shouted and tried to shoot the armed man who was following them. "I stop him!" she said and ducked behind a stainless cooking oven.
The man hid behind the corner as Emi shot two rounds trying to kill him but he opened fire on her and she ducked down on the ground behind the stainless oven. "Ugh.", she said silently. Suddenly the fire stopped, the guy had went out of ammo, Emi realized her chance and jumped toward the man, trying to beat him with her clenched fists.

Meanwhile Etienne had reached the delivery entrance and checked the situation. "The van is ready, waiting at the parking lot." Ferro's voice sounded in his earpiece.
"We are at the delivery entrance." He risked a glimpse through the door as suddenly two guys opened fire at the heavy steel door. "Two men are in my way and attacking us." he said into the micro. "I need support!"
Rico was on top of the roof of the neighbor building and looking through the scope of the Dragunov sniper rifle. "I see them." she said.
"Fire!" Jean ordered her. Rico aimed and bang, the first man caught a head-shot. The second man stopped firing, not realizing what happened, but right in this moment Rico aimed and shot him between the eyes. "Cleared." she said.
Etienne opened the door again and risked another glimpse. "Situation cleared. We leave the delivery entrance." Etienne tossed the door open and pointed at the parking lot. "No matter what happens, keep running till you reached the van."
The minister took his wife's hand and started running. Etienne was running next to them, observing the surrounding for threats but they reached the van without getting attacked again. The minister entered the van with his wife, Etienne closed the door and with smoking tires the van left the scene.
"The package has left, I repeat, the package has left." Etienne phoned the others.
"Roger, we cleared the situation at the front.", Sandro's Voice sounded.

Jean was ordering Rico to lock and putting away the gun. "Situation under control, all enemies have been erased. We return from the roof."
Etienne nodded towards Jean who was looking down at him from the roof. "Roger."
He turned around and entered the building through the delivery entrance. He was so driven by adrenalin that he hadn't lost any thought about his cyborg since she stopped at the kitchen but now that he calmed down he started thinking what happened to her.
Right in this moment she came around the corner, with some scratches but alive. "Situation cleared." She said, lifting the skirt of her dress, exposing her right leg to put back the gun into the holster.
"What took so long?" He asked his lightly deranged girl and stared for a moment speechless at her. Her hair was tousled, the dress was a bit dirty and she had a few scratches. Then he suddenly grabbed her and embraced his cyborg. "I'm so happy nothing happened to you."
"Sorry, another man came into the kitchen after I killed the first one." Emi didn't realized what happened and just answered to his question although he was embracing her.
"I'm so proud, Emi."
The lightly deranged girl was perplex, did not knew what she should answer and so endured his embracement speechless.
"Come on, let's go home." he said and directed her back to where they came from.
In the main hall, where all guests were some of the the agents already had taken care of the frightened guests and calming them down as Etienne and Emilie left the building to return back to the dorm.


Inside Jean's car Etienne and Jean were discussing the previous events. "I already assumed that the waiters would be the padanians." Jean said.
Etienne nodded confirming. "Me too. The guests were a complete different number."

A row behind Jean and Etienne, on the backseats, Emilie and Rico were sitting. Emi just sat there and said nothing but Rico watched her. "Everything okay with you? You're so quiet.", she said with a concerned undertone in her voice.
"I am okay. But within the trouble I lost my purse." Emi looked a bit sad outside the window of the car, watching the buildings passing by.
"Oh no. That beautiful jeweled black purse?"
Emi just nodded confirming but stared out of the window.


Back a the dorm Emilie walked to her room, took off the gown, slipped into a black dress and inspected the gown. "I hope the laundry is able to remove the dirt."
Suddenly somebody knocked at the door. Petra opened it and entered the young girl realm. "Hey, goth-girl, here's your purse." She threw the black thing with the butterfly made of jewels on it towards the black haired girl, who wasn't able to catch it in her perplexity. "You should care a bit more of your things." There was a notable subliminal anger in her voice. Although it wasn't her own decision, Petra was still a little jealous at Emi that she got got chosen for that mission.


In the evening she was staying in Etienne's room. Together they were sitting on his couch. He had slung his arm around her and was cuddling his beloved Emilie. Her head rested on his shoulder and she was holding a cup and just enjoying a raspberry-flavored black tea.
“Are you satisfied with my work?” She asked a bit unsure.
“Yes.” he said, wondering about her question.
“Did I do my job right? Did I prove that I’m capable again?” she asked, concerned about her situation, being back into work after a long period of incapability.
He smiled happily, fondling her head and suggesting her his appreciation. “Don't care about that, you showed us more than we expected from you.”

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Thescarredman on Mon 31 Dec 2012 - 17:12

Emilie makes dark and gloomy uplifting. She surely gets a lot of attention from the staff and the other girls. Its good that they all think she's special, and not put off by her differences. Under it all, she's a little doll, eager to please, and despite everything, able to lighten the lives of those she knows.

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Post by MP5 on Tue 1 Jan 2013 - 18:44

And so the adventures of Emilie continue. I don't have much to say except that it was nice seeing Emilie get back into action this chapter.

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by tremec6speed on Thu 3 Jan 2013 - 19:14

@Thescarredman wrote:Emilie makes dark and gloomy uplifting. She surely gets a lot of attention from the staff and the other girls. Its good that they all think she's special, and not put off by her differences. Under it all, she's a little doll, eager to please, and despite everything, able to lighten the lives of those she knows.
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W.o.w... yeah, that's what I was gonna say too... really.
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Emilie the Goth Cyborg, just too cool.
Shit, I wish, I mean really wish Aida had made her so I could've seen her on TV.
It's thee best compliment I can give anybody.
Way to go Schas! Outstanding.
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Post by Professor Voodoo on Tue 12 Feb 2013 - 7:43

Princess Noir
Sorry it took so long since your PM. I haven't had a lot of time for reading or writing fiction lately, but hopefully I'll be catching up soon.

Nicely done as usual...it started a bit slowly I felt, with a lot of detail about clothes and Emilie's moods, but there were good details to build on. I think knitting is a great choice of hobbies for Emi...it suits her well.

When the action finally did begin you kept it fast & intense...not drawn out too long. When you mentioned the Prime Minister's charity event I thought this might be the chapter where Emilie sings in a chorus. Are you still planning on doing that story?

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Post by Schaschanist on Tue 12 Feb 2013 - 19:16

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Princess Noir
Sorry it took so long since your PM. I haven't had a lot of time for reading or writing fiction lately, but hopefully I'll be catching up soon.

Nicely done as usual...it started a bit slowly I felt, with a lot of detail about clothes and Emilie's moods, but there were good details to build on. I think knitting is a great choice of hobbies for Emi...it suits her well.

When the action finally did begin you kept it fast & intense...not drawn out too long. When you mentioned the Prime Minister's charity event I thought this might be the chapter where Emilie sings in a chorus. Are you still planning on doing that story?
I decided to keep this chorus/talent show singing for a later point.
In fact I already have an idea for it.

Thanks for the comments, Voodoo.
I thought knitting would be fitting Emi's noble attitudes.

By the way, did you notice her birthday? It's on a very interesting date.

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Post by Professor Voodoo on Tue 12 Feb 2013 - 22:19

@Schaschanist wrote:By the way, did you notice her birthday? It's on a very interesting date.
Valentine's Day, right? Or is there some other significance to February 14th?

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Post by Schaschanist on Wed 13 Feb 2013 - 1:48

@Professor Voodoo wrote:
@Schaschanist wrote:By the way, did you notice her birthday? It's on a very interesting date.
Valentine's Day, right? Or is there some other significance to February 14th?
Jepp, Valentine's Day is Emilie's birthday.

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Post by Schaschanist on Sat 26 Nov 2016 - 16:53

Well, it's been some years of silence and other projects as well as a job-search but lately i gotten back into mood for Emilie and her complicated life.

This one is a short chapter, see it as a filler or Prologue, bringing new changes. Hope i didn't fucked up too much  sweat





 ...Reunions...

One sunny day in spring this year Emilie woke up, slipped into some clothes to go to breakfast. As she went to her mirror to brush her hair she noticed something unsual. "What is that?" she said as she took a closer look, inspecting her single forelock streak. Though her hair was always raven black the hair of her streak began growing a light grey hairline out. "Am I really getting grey hair there? Am I seeing right?"
She couldn't believe that suddenly her hair was greying out.
"Oh no, I have to consult Bianchi and Etienne after breakfast and report this."
She went downstair to the dinning hall where Triela was already sitting and having breakfast herself. Emi took some food and sat opposite her older sister.
"Good morning, Emilie." she said. "How are you?"
"Not so well."
"Oh. Is it maybe related to that grey hairline in your forelock?"
She nodded approvingly.
"Why do you get grey hair? Girls our age aren't supposed to have grey hair this early."
It was obvious Emilie was lightly distraught by that sudden appearance of grey hair in her perfect black shock. "I don't know."
"Did you tell Etienne already?"
She shook her head.
"Don't worry too much about it right now. Speak with Etienne about it and have the doctors have a look at it. Maybe it isn't something serious."
The belgian sighed. 

After breakfast she went to her handlers room. 
"Père, I have to speak with you." She said. She pointed at her streak. "Look."
Etienne noticed the grey hairline she was pointing at. "How did that happen?" he asked. "Weird. Lets have the doctors inspect it." He stroke her head, trying to comfort her.

Down in the basement, they both visited their trusty doctor Bianchi for a report.
She sat down on the chair in front of the doctors desk. Bianchi inspected the girls streak and the rest of her head, and asked a few questions. "Did you notice any white spots in the skin on your abdomen or limbs?"
She shook her head.
"Have you noticed grey hair anywhere else? Like under the arms or below the belt?"
She blushed a bit but again shook her head.
"Right, i have a light clue where this might go since a friend of mine had a similar case but lets have our dermatologist better check it." He took his phone and called his colleague. "Could you please come over and have a look at something? I'm in my office."
He turned to the two belgians. "If my clue is right you might not have to worry about something serious."
The dermatologist arrived. He turned to the young girl and inspected her precisely. "Fascinating."
He ordered the shy belgian to take off her blouse to inspect the rest of her body. Etienne turned around, covered his eyes. "Emi, do as he say."
She blushed heavily, but unbuttoned her blouse. "Okay..."
He inspected her back and limbs precisely. Luckily he found nothing else so Emi could take on her blouse again.
"Good news, i think its just a case of poliosis prematura." 
The two belgians didn't get the meaning so he explained further. "Poliosis is also knows as 'white forelock syndrome' or mallen streak. It's a partial albinism, a decrease or complete loss of the color-giving melamins of the hair, usually occuring with the forelocks but also in the eyebrows or any other body hair, like pubes."
"Is it affecting somethin in any way or has side effects?" Etienne asked concerned.
He patted Emilie's head, who had already taken on her blouse again. "It's nothing to worry about usually. Observe how it's developing, how much of the hair loses color and if white spots appear on your skin. Though i have to admit, it's not easy to notice on your pale skin." he said with a laugh.


Both took some weeks off to refresh and clear their minds.
Emilie and Etienne were chilling in his room this evening some weeks later, watching a belgian movie like they often do. 
Etienne noticed how Emilie was plucking the streak with white hair.
"Is it bothering you much?"
"No, i just still cannot understand why this has to happen to me." She sighed. "I am already quite unusual but now i'm getting even more special and conspicuous."
He stroke her head. "We just have to wait if there are more changes in a while or if that's all." He smiled. "But whatever may come, i love you and always will love you."
The young belgian smiled back, patting him on the hand. 

The next day Etienne woke up the sleeping girl in his bed who had stayed overnight as she often does lately. He had slept on the couch and while she already were walking in the dreamy lands he thought about Emilie and other things.

"Come on, my sweet, get up." He said and opened the jalousie, letting the sun reaching his beloved Emilie. 
"How late is it?" She was rubbing her eyes.
"It's 6am. Please, Emilie, get ready. We're going to fly over to belgium for a vacation."
Emilie of course was immediately fascinated by that, stood up. She quickly walked to her dorm room, packed a few things together, took a fast shower and slipped into some fresh and fashionable clothes, a book and her plushy Tux.
Around 9 o'clock they left the empty swa facility and headed to the aiport for their trip into their homeland.
They checked in, took their seats in the plane and waited for the take-off.
"Where do we go in Belgium? Do you have something special in mind?" 
"That's a little surprise." He said with a smile.

In Belgium arrived Etienne ordered a Taxi.
Finally Arriving at their destination, a house in the center of Gent,  Etienne held back his Emilie, lowered his voice to talk to her discretely. "Emi, there we are. But first, let me lead the talk and just react to my statements okay? I'll explain it later."
Emilie was lightly confused but nodded approvingly. 
Ding-dong the bell sounded, a older man with greyish hair opened the door, and immediately welcomed Etienne. "Welcome my son, we awaited you. Please enter. 
Both entered the door and in the hallway they were welcome by a woman with greyish hair. "Welcome Etienne, my son. Haven't heard or seen you for a while."
Both of them then noticed the young black haired girl behind him. "And who do we have there?"
"Mum, Dad, that's the daughter of Ellyn,  your granddaughter Emilie."
Both where perplex about this statement, but immediately welcomed the young girl into the family and embraced their granddaughter. "Welcome Emilie." Her grandpa said. "We heard what happened. Poor thing." 
"How do you cope with the loss of both of your parents, honey?" Her grandma asked worried.
Being good in acting Emilie immediately reacted to her grandparents. "Thanks to Etienne who took care of me after i'm fine."
Etienne smiled. "Since she lives with me everything got better. She's a big girl now." 
As Emilie was for a moment in the bathroom Etienne took the time and talked to his parents. "Please, if it's not to difficult, could you don't mention Ellyn or the explosion? Even if she's a big girl it's still grinding on her."
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's okay, i can understand it. We will stop asking about it."
"Thanks."

Emilie came back from the bathroom. Her grandparents gestured her to take place between them and so she did. "We are so happy to finally meet you."

After a while she switched over to Etienne and was laying in his arm.
"Seems like you two get along very well." Her grandpa said commenting his view.
"Etienne is like a father to me since he took care of me, and even more father to me than my father ever was." she said.
Etienne didn't showed it outwards, but he was amazed about this statement, not knowing it was the pure truth she spoke out by herself.

As Etienne and his mother were in the kitchen to do the dishes she was talking to him. "She look so much like your sister Ellyn. But what about the white hairline?"
Etienne was drying a plate. "Well, that... It started a few weeks ago, It's a disorder called 'poliosis'. Basically it's just local loss of melamin in the hair, as the doctor told us. It's harmless."
"Oh, okay." She said wondering. "Is she coping it well?" 
He nodded. "At first we were both unsure but since the doctor said it's nothing serious she started getting used to it. The doc said we could overdye it, but Emi refused and prefered to keep it like that."
His mother were obviously relieved hearing that. "She's really a big girl."
His father had listened to that conversation from the doorframe for a while. "Emilie is really cute, she's got a lovely character."

As all were back in the living room Emilie pointed in the corner were an old piano was standing. "Mind if I play on it?"
"That old thing? Sure." 
Emilie sat down on the bench and played some keys to get a feeling for it. "A little bit mistuned, but i can get along with that." She started playing a dramatic but epic song, both her grandparents were just listening in cheer astonishment as she also began singing to the music.
"I'm speechless!" The grandfather said.
Even the grandmother of her was speechless, just smiled overhappy their only grandchild is such a talented person.
"She has the voice of an angel."

In the later afternoon Etienne decided to take a walk through the city with Emilie since she's never been to their family's hometown anytime before. 
His parents decided to stay back at the house, baking a cake for their granddaughter.
On their walk Etienne was talking to her. "I'm happy they like you so much."
"Me too, they are both such nice and loveable people." She was looking around the streets, watching the buildings and people passing by. "I've never been here but it feels kind of familiar."
"Maybe it's because our familie's origins are here." 
"That might be it." She said. She cuddled closer to his beloved father-in-law slung the arm around him as they were walking.
He noticed her clinging and also slung his arm around her. So they walked together arm in arm for a while.
"I really thank you for taking me on this trip, Père. I appreciate what you're doing for me." 
He gave her a kiss on the cheeck. "You're in a special condition right now and i would do everything, plus, hey, they're your family, too!"

After the few days of their trip, the two were about to leave belgium. His parents brought them to the airport, and were saying goodbye to them. "Bye Etienne, i would be glad to hear more from you time to time." His mother embraced her son.
"And Emilie, don't make yourself crazy. You're still so beautiful and have so much self-esteem." His father embraced his granddaughter for a last time. "We will always love you how you are!"


Inside the plane  on their flight back to italy the two were talking.
"Opa is right. I made myself crazy. I have to look forward, have to live with my condition and make the best of it."
He smiled at her.  "Main thing is you have to feel happy with yourself. Ignore other's opinions and just do what feels best to you. Dye it or keep it, up to you. I will love you either way."

Back at the agency, she left for a walk by herself, rethinking the past days in belgium. 
She sat on a swing in the early evening, the sun already had set and now the sky was overfilled with stars. She saw up to them as she was sitting there in thoughts. "Sigh, Oma and Opa are right."
She finally had accepted her special uniqueness, the fact her forelock might stay white forever from now on, but refuses to redye it black.
For a while she was staying there, had swung a bit, lost in thoughts until somebody brought her back. 
"There you are, Emi." Etienne sat down on the swing next to her. "I knew you were here."
"Etienne, Oma mentioned something similar happened in her family, though it was directly at birth and not like me in puberty and she also said my mother started to get grey streaks lately, too." She sighed. "I guess that's a proof we are family, right?" 
He looked over to his niece. "Well, did she tell you Ellyn and I weren't in close contact?"
"She did." Emilie stroke through her forelock. 
For a while they silently swung slowly until Emilie broke the silence. "I'm glad you took care of me. I wouldn't have been as happy with my parents as i am with you."
"How do you mean that?" He was wondering about that sudden statement by her.
"I don't know much about my former life or remember much of my parents, but what i remember is that they never really loved me nor paid much attention to me at all, no matter what i did, even after my suicide attempt."
He was both, really suprised but also quite shocked about her revealing. "Emilie..."
She suddenly reached over to him and embraced him. "But only you, Etienne, truly love me, and care so much about me at every time." She was still embracing her beloved uncle. "You and Oma and Opa, you are my family." She whispered in his ear. "Why didn't you introduced me earlier them?"
"Emilie, try to understand, within the SWA it's not that easy. Especially if they find out you regain memories."
She was looking into his eyes closely, touching his cheeks with her hands. "I would never betray my dearest, never, Père. Even you weren't aware of how many memories i regained after reconditioning."
He sighed, finally giving up by her gaze of her lovely blue eyes. "Sigh, i guess it's just another secret just between the two of us, right?" 
She began smiling happily and hugged him tightly.

This evening both spend time together in his room, strenghten their bonding by cuddling while watching an belgian movie this night until both fell asleep in each others arm.


Several weeks had passed by and meanwhile the white had swept along the forelock she ususally tugs behind her left ear and her characteristic forehead streak and changed the raven black into a light-greyish white.

They both were for a last check-up again in the basement.
Etienne was talking with the doc about the whole thing. "How does something like this even happen? I still don't get it."
"Usually it's a hereditary defect or mutation of one genome with people who was born with white streaks or spots. But others think traumatical stress can causes this as well." 
"I only knew that from older people." "Intrestingly it's basically quite similar, or more a kind of poliosis, but usually affecting all hair and not just the forelock or some sole spots."
"Is there any cure for it?"
The doctor sighed. "Unfortunately since it's a genetical defect not, only cosmetical solutions, like dyeing affected hair or special balms for white spots on the skin."
Emilie for herself already has decided several weeks ago in Gent. "I don't want to dye, I.... want to keep it like that." she said, clinging to the white streak in her hands.. "I'm starting to like it that way, the others like it too and even say it's suiting me."
"I'm on her side too." Etienne protected his niece. "If is no treatment necessary, then i don't see any reason to change it. Let it be like that."


On a beautiful, sunny day some days later Emilie and Etienne were in the city of Rome for a stroll, walking along the windows of the small shops and boutiques in the streets.
She wore a knee-length dress with a turtleneck shirt beneath. They stood in front of a new shop, called 'Hot Topic'.
She inspected the shop window closely till she found something her taste. 
"Let's get in." She said and dragged him into by the hand. 
"I don't know if that's really a suitable premise for a girl your age." He said.
She smilled. "Trust me, Priscilla and I already have been here several times."
Inside the shop the saleswoman behind the counter welcomed the two belgians. "Hello there. If i can be of service, just ask."
Etienne checked the young woman. "These are some rad tattoos." he said to himself.
Emilie turned to the left and was looking through the inventory, checked some dresses and coats, also some boots and accessoires until the saleswoman, how was strolling through the shop to be of service, spoke to the young belgian. "Cool white streak. Gives you that distingtive elegant Cruela-DeVille-look." She commented as some other customer called for help. 
Emilie blushed lightly.

They left the shop a while later, packed with bags stuffed with a pair of new boots, a dress and some accessoires. "Not my kind of shop but nice." He said outside.

While they strolled down the streets both got a bit hungry and thirsty and so decided to stop at a café to take a coffee and some pieces of cake. 
Some of the pedestrians were staring at the young girls hair as they passed by but Emilie for herself ignored the confused and sometimes disgusted looks of them and just enjoyed the tiramisu and coffee in front of her as she already decided to don't care about other people's opinions anymore.

Some time later as they had finished their break both went to the trevi fountain. She stared at the ancient fountain for a while, reminding how she broke up with her love. "I hurt him so much..." She said to herself as suddenly a well-known voice caught her attention.
"Emilie? Is that you?" He ran over to her, embraced her heartily. 
Etienne felt like he was the fith wheel here and left around the corner. "I'm in the near if you need me..."
Emiliano embraced her a second time. "I really, really really missed you, Emilie."
She looked down to the ground. "I'm really sorry for last time we met. I have hurted you."
He looked her deep in the eyes. "I know you well enough to know you didn't mean it." He said. "I've already forgiven you."
"You did?"
He embraced her a third time, now even tighter. "Of course, i did." As he was hugging her he suddenly gave her a short kiss on the cheek. 
She was surprised.
"I'm sorry, Emilie... I was just missing you that much." He tried to explain. "By the way, cool what you did with your hair."
"You really like it?" She asked concerned.
Yeah, it really suits you."
She suddenly embraced him and whispered into his ear. "Kiss me again... but this time more gently..." 
As he was sharpening his lips and about to kiss her cheek again she turned the head so his lips were meeting with hers.

After a moment of pressing her lips on his ones she drew back suddenly, realizing what she just did. "I'm sorry, I don't know what have gotten into me."
He smiled. "It's alright, it wasn't bad after all."

After a while of just holding hands, staring into each other's eyes and just enjoying the near of the opposite one after such a long period of absence, they let off of each other. "I'm sorry, but I have to leave know." He said. "Let's continue where we stopped next time we meet. Maybe we have more time then. 
He left off, waving his hand while he was walking away slowly. "Bye Emilie, See you."

As he had left Etienne appered behind Emilie. "Seems like he haven't given up on you since that day."
Emilie was surprised and lightly shocked about his ghost-like appearing. "Père!"
She sighed. "I'm so glad he still loves me after what I've done to him last winter..."
He patted her head with a smile.


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I don't know where it had come from but somehow I developed a pretty dark personality, sarcasm and irony are my friends, torturing and fooling everybody is my hobby and I wear almost only black....am I strange? -Schaschanist-

Je suis juste un petit fille de goth. -Emilie Valerie De Laroque-
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Post by Thescarredman on Tue 29 Nov 2016 - 13:55

What did she do to him? I missed that, or else it's been so long between chapters that I've forgotten... Embarassed

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Schaschanist on Tue 29 Nov 2016 - 14:20

@Thescarredman wrote:What did she do to him? I missed that, or else it's been so long between chapters that I've forgotten... Embarassed
Well, it's been 2 or 3 years since my last installment, but lets say she kind of broke up with him when she was mentally unstable due to her medication and caused nightmares.

Though she got reconditioned and forgot about that evening she meanwhile regained some memories (even due to her medication) but hid it till then, also towards Etienne.

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Je suis juste un petit fille de goth. -Emilie Valerie De Laroque-
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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Schaschanist on Sun 17 Jun 2018 - 13:56

It's been nearly two years since my last installment, but never stopped thinking and imagining how the story could continue.
Lately i was playing with some ideas, but came to the conclusion to change and rework some things.
Well, playing some new cards here, even if it's quite far from the original lately.
Think of it how you want, it's just something i felt like doing.

Warning, contains nudity and intercourse, so i'm hinding it with a spoiler. Read at own risk.
Spoiler:


... a lovely duett ...


Af few months have passed since Emilie met her grandparents for the first time.
She now occasionally calls them with her cell phone, to let them know their only grandaughter is fine.
It was around this time, Emilie and Emiliano were making out, finally.
Emiliano invited her to his place for the weekend on the late afternoon of that sunny friday.
The shy goth girl accepted his invite, sending her handler a message via cell phone.
"Have a nice stay" he replied.
A while later, the two were on the way to his home, walking side by side like a couple. As soon as they arrived at his place he gave her a tour through the house.
"Where is your mother or father?" she aked interested, looking around in that quite big house.
"Well..." he started. "My father died when i was little in an accident." He looked outside the window. "Mum should be working right now, i guess."
"I'm sorry..." Emilie just replied feeling she hit the wrong spot.
"Let's get upstairs, i show you my room."
Upstairs his room finally was, a tidy room, accentect by some music and sport posters, a typical room for a boy of his age.
"A nice place." she replied.
"You don't know how much i wanted you to visit my place, Emi..." he thought inside.
They both sat on his bed,an akward silence happening, untill he carefully leaned forward to his love. "Thanks for coming here finally."
He leaned forward furthermore now. Emilie just blushed a bit as his lips came closer to her's untill he finally gave her a hesitated, yet long kiss.
He blushed a bit too. "Sorry..." he excused. "It felt like the perfect moment for this.
A light smile appeared on her face, framed by a heavy blush. "Thanks."
"Should we stop?" he asked.
The girl just shook her head in reply, meaning she wants to continue kissing for this very moment.
So he gave her a gentle kiss again, putting his arms carefully around her.
He was caressing her back a whole while untill he held in for a moment. "I love you, Emilie."
"Really?" was the only thing she replied, didn't know how to respond to this.
"Yes." He helped her out of her jacket, then pulled her closer to him now. "I've waited so long for this moment to come..." he was gathering all his stregth to ask her what he was wanting for a while now. "Emilie.... will you... sleep with me?"
The belgian was really surprised by it, blushed heavily, looked at him for a second, then looking away embarrassed but not declining. "As your girlfriend it's okay, i guess..." she accepted.
He smilled as she finally opened up. "Just relax, Emi. I will make it feel good for you."
They sat up, he embraced her and gave her a hug for a moment and kissed her passionately on the lips.
She wasn't very comfortable at first but after a while loosened up a bit.
The pace was slow so she could get used to every step before continuing.
After a while of just kissing he whispered into her ear. "I think it's time we take off our clothes..."
She was still blushing but nodded lightly.
He carefully undressed the girl who was heavily blushing til she was wearing just bra and panties. "You're really beautiful, Emilie."
Laying on the bed she covered face out of embarrassment. "C'est gênant..." she thought to herself as her boyfriend was taking off her bra now.
"Is everything okay for you till now?" he asked worried as she covered her bare chest. "Should we stop?"
"No, i'm fine. It's just... horribly embarrassing for me..."
He continued below the beltline, stripped down her thigh highs slowly.
"That tickles." she replied as he was pulling the stocking off her feet.
"Are you ticklish?"
"Yes..."
She didn't resist even as he pulled down her underpants, revealing her most private place.
Watching how she was still covering her face embarrased he slowly spread her legs, kneeing in front of her, about to do her.
"You really sure about that?" he asked, being sure to have her consent.
She just nodded, still covering her face out of embarrassment.
The boy was thrusting back and forth, finally losing his virginity to the girl he loves, with her lightly moaning, but still covering her face.
He understood it was really embarrassing for her, so leaned forward, put the arms around her, hugging her gently, trying to make her feel more comfortable while doing his beloved girlfriend.

After they finished a while later, both laid on the bed, still naked, Emilie on the side, covering her face with the hands while facing opposite him. "What have I done???" she tried to process what just happened.
"You okay, Emilie?" he asked, touching her by the shoulder gently.
The girl was still covering her face, feeling guilty now. "I don't know..."
"Why?"
"I don't know... it felt so... weird, so...  wrong..."
Next morning Emilie was behaving unsually quiet, avoiding eye-contact with him, feeling guilty afterwards.
He sat down next to her. "I'm sorry for making you do this, Emilie..." he just said, feeling responsible for her feeling bad.
"No, it's just... i am supposed to like that, but i didn't... somehow."
"Sorry..." he excused himself again.
His mother soon came back home, a tall, beautiful, woman with medium length light brown hair and heterochromatic eyes, finding the two teens in the kitchen. She looked at them, knowing by her experience they did it, but diddn't say anything.
"Morning you two. So, I assume you're Emilie, right?"
"Yes. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Evalyn, but you can call me Eva." She smiled at her teens how they were behaving. "I guess you both need breakfast. Let mommy take this in her hands."
Eva was a open-minded mother, always cheering and caring, especially about her only son, even more after her husband died in an accident. She welcomed her son's girlfriend he so many times told about heartily.
Emiliano on the other side was happy his mother was getting along well with his girlfriend Emi and just smiled.

A while later, Emilie went to the kitchen where Evalyn was. "Hello, honey." she greeted the young girl. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, thanks." The young girl was shy, didn't really know what to say, feeling uncomfortable and guilty about yesterday. "May I ask what you are working, if I'm allowed to?" she asked hesitated. "Emiliano mentioned you're working over night."
"Well, I'm working for an escort service."
Emilie was confused. "So you're working as a bodyguard?"
Eva patted the girls head, smirking about her sheer innocence. "No, honey." she now faced the girl directly, lowered her voice to explain it the young, shy girl. "I'm giving customers company for the nights, often men, but sometimes women too. Not seldomly consisting of sex or domination."
The girl blushed heavily, looking down to the ground. "So you're a..." she swallowed. "sex-worker?"
"Kind of." She smiled. "More like dating people who order me and do whatever they paid for, sometimes just chit-chatting, sometimes whipping people, sometimes even sex."
Emilie was still blushing but looked up to her now. "Weird..."
"Actually it's kind of fun." She embraced the young girl in front of her. "But don't think about such adult things, honey. You're too young and innocent."
Soon she was back, the two teens changed to the couch in the living room, both looked at each other for a while speechles untill he broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Emilie..."
"Don't be, it was what we were supposed to do." The girl actually felt it more kind of a duty to have intercourse with her boyfriend after all, not really like a pleasuring act of love. Maybe because she didn't feel as much satisfaction as she hoped for.


Back at the SWA some days later Emilie was talking with Triela about the recent days. Triela assumed by her strange behavior the two did something together. "You two had sex, right?"
"Triela!" Emilie shouted heavily blushing, embarrassed by her straight forwardness.
"So it is true?"
Since they were alone in the dining hall Emilie agreed to tell her. "Yes... we did it..."
"Guess you are happy then?"
"No..."
"Come on, Emi. Say why."
"Well, how should I describe it..." she began. "I guess I'm supposed to like doing it with a boy, but I didn't."
"Did it hurt?"
"No... I just didn't like doing it... it felt weird, pleasing but also... kind of wrong..."
"Really?" Triela asked surprised. "I didn't expect that.... either you just don't like sex or... " she didn't finish her sentence, thinking about the reason.
"Or what?"
"Maybe you're into girls instead."
"What are you even saying??" Emilie blushed heavily.
Up in Emilie's room Triela closed the door, talking a bit more private with her.
"Emilie, please don't be mad at me. I just mean it good for you."
"I know..." she sighed. "You really think I could be into girls?"
"Perhaps, why not?" She said. "How was kissing with him? Was it good?"
Emilie was obviously not really comfortable getting asked out like this. "Triela... I don't know..."
Triela suddenly took advantage of the situation and kissed Emilie out of a sudden on the mouth. "How was it?"
"Triela!" she shouted. "You surprised me! But actually... it was... not bad..."
Even the tanned blonde was surprised. "Huh? Either I kiss better than your boyfriend or it might be true what I think."


Some days later everything should go a different way.
Due to some tension between all involved fraction in the parliament, the prime minister and the ministry of defense decide to shut down the counter terrorism force of the swa temporarily and put the handlers and cyborgs off duty for an undetermind amount of time.
"Seems like we're unemployed..."
"More likely suspended..." Etienne said.
Hillshire looked at them, clueless. "So what are we going to do? What about the girls?"
"The medical departement will support them nevertheless. As for your daily routine, it's up to you. Stay here, go on vacation, whatever." Ferro's voice sounded through the room.
"Will we be able to stay here at the dorm?"
"Since most of us are living here normally, I guess yes."
After that quite serious talk Etienne walked to Emilie's room, telling her about the news.
She looked less upset than estimated.
"You already have something in mind you want to do in that time, don't you?"
"Promise not to laugh." She smiled. "I want to go to school again."
"What? Serioulsy?"
She blushed a bit. "Yes..."
"Fine then..." he replied.
"I even have a school in mind already, near Emiliano's place, I was supposed to go there before..."
"Sigh, I guess I can't convince you to get away from this idea, right?"
Etienne was not entirely convinced this would be a good idea, but since it was her wish he couldn't deny it. Soon he prepared forms and papers, rented a small appartement for them, and bought everything neccessary.
They've already moved to their appartement and were sitting on the couch, cuddled together. "What if they find out anything?"
She hugged him tighter. "I'm good in acting, they won't notice anything."
Due to her parents being often to charity events with their daughter little Emilie always had to pretend to be happy or to be somebody she isn't so it was just natural for her.


The day had come Emilie was in the principle's office, reporting that she just transfered to this school.
"Hmm, let's put you in class 8C then." he said, handing her some papers. "That's your schedule then, and a map of the school yard and building."
The first class/lesson/tuition was nearly over as the principal escorted Emilie to her assigned class.
He knocked at the door, opened and greeted the class, then giving the headteacher a paper, pointing over to Emilie before leaving.
The headteacher was a bit surprised at first. "Well, seems we have a new student in class." The girl was still waiting at the door. "Come over here. How about you introduce yourself to the class?"
The girl, good in acting, stood in front of them, pretended to be a bit nervous, what she inside really was around all thenew faces around her. "Hello, my name is Emilie Valerie De Laroque, you can call me Emilie." she made a formal bow in front of the whole class. "I just moved here due to my father's work."
"So, welcome to class 8C then." the headteacher said. "Take your seat then, there's an empty one there in the bottom middle." She nodded in reply, took her things and sat down on her place. The other students in class immediately began watching their new classmate with her unique appearance, assume her to be some kind of cold, wealthy beauty, unreachable for anybody, way out of the league for anybody, but admiring that cute girl from a far.
The person right next to her, a caramel-skinned, blonde girl with blue eyes began chatting with her of a sudden. "So, you are Emilie, our new student? Nice to meet you, I'm Layla."
"Hello." she replied. "I'm a bit nervous around so many new people."
Layla soon tried to befriend the new one, obviously finding a like on her.
"Anybody who will guide her around and show her everything important?" the headteacher asked the class.
The boys were a bit shy, just watching her now again, the girls chatting instead. Then suddenly one girl raised her hand. "I will."
"Thanks, Layla."
During the next lesson, Emilie was taking notes of the subject the teacher was talkng about, Layla was watching Emilie for a bit. "She's a real beauty and cute like hell. Seems to be a good student as well."
One of the students behind Layla, a girl with short, red hair, poke her into the back, whispering to her. "You took a liking in her, don't you?"
It was no secret Layla was into girls since she had her outing a year ago, though never actually tried to make out with anybody. "Is she your type?"
"Don't make a fool of yourself, she's guarantedly not interested in girls and way out of my league as well..." the tanned blonde replied.
At lunch Emilie sat for her own, watching the students while eating alone untill Layla stopped by and sat down next to her. "Still nervous to get in touch with anybody?"
The belgian just nodded in reply.
"The boys already admire you, but think they're no match for you." She laughed. "Guess they will go crazy when they see you in swimmwear when swimming class starts. Tihihi." She smiled. "By the way, I'm Layla Suragi, member of the school swim team."
Emilie watched Layla eating lunch with chopsticks, from a bento-box filled with several goods and sticky rice. "Why are you eating with chopsticks? Are you from japan?"
"Yes, I grew up in Harajuku, Tokyo, moved here like three years ago." "Amazing, most don't even notice, but she just assumed by looking at my lunch." she thought. "How did you know?"
"I'm familiar with japanese culture due to business trips of my father." she told, nobody knew but this actually was no acting, it's the whole truth.


Next day Emilie was a bit uncomfortable, swimming class was on schedule. She brought a school swimsuit with her, which she was already wearing before class. She didn't like the idea to change in front of others.
Luckily the school had separate changing rooms, so Emilie could undress for her own.
Outside Layla was already waiting for her classmate as Emilie walked outside. "Kawaii!!" she said, watching her wearing her black and white swimsuit. "You look adorable."
"She's such a petite beauty!" one of the boys said to another one.
"Really cute!"
"She may be short but I envy her figure..." a girl said.
The girl was blushing, being the center of attention of everyone like this. "I don't really like getting all the attention like this... it's embarrassing..."
Layla stood next to her. "Let's get into the pool already." she said, jumping into the water. Being a member of the school swim team, you could really tell that energetic blonde likes swimming.
Emilie hesitated a bit but soon jumped into the water as well. She dove and emerged from the water like a mermaid. "Seems you like swimming."
"Usually I swim for my own..." what she time to time does at the swa pool.
"Let's swim together, Emilie-san." she said, adressing her in a formal way.
Both swom side by side for a while to warm up. "How about a little race to the other end?"
"I don't know if I can compete with you... but...okay." she accepted.
Layla's friend, the redhead who was poking her the day before, counted down, miming the race starter. "3, 2, 1, Go!" she said.
Both started at the same time. Emilie swom as fast as possible, trying to keep up with the tanned blonde, but being slightly slower than the swim team champion.
On the other end Layla arrived just 2 seconds before Emilie. "Not bad. You're a good swimmer."
"Thanks..." she just replied.
"I dropped my swimming glasses!" one of the students said at the edge of the pool.
Suddenly Emilie submerged, diving down to the ground of the pool to get the glasses. She emerged from the water, holding the glasses in the hand, handing them at the edge of the pool to their owner, one of her classmates. "Thank you, Emilie."
Emilie just nodded in reply, soon returned to Layla.
"That was really nice."
"Actually I like diving." she replied, what was actually the truth she didn't say anybody ever before, not even Etienne nor Triela.

Layla soon befriended the shy belgian, her closest friends already knew she was after her, often teasing her with it.
"Come on, ask her for a date already." the short-haired redhead girl said.
The blonde asked the shy new girl in school for a date at a café in the near. At first the belgian was a bit clueless but soon agreed the invite, giving it a try.
In the night she was laying in bed awake for a while, thinking about the day.
"Layla really asked for a date... with me..." she thought. "A girl interested in another girl? Will this work?"
She turned around, looking outside the window of her room now. "She really is a nice girl though..."
She suddenly blushed. "What am I even thinking??" she thought, catching herself actually considering homosexual stuff.


At the breakfast table next morning she was sitting opposite Etienne, lost in thoughts, obviously distracted.
"Everything alright, Emi?" he asked.
"Yes..."
He felt there was something bugging her. "You sure?"
"Layla asked me for a date after school..."
He was surprised, but also find it interesting for her to get dated by a girl. "How unfortunate."
"She's a really nice girl, and seems to like me."
"Do you like her?"
"I don't know, I'm so confused lately. You know why..."
"You mean what happened with Emiliano and Triela, right?"
She nodded in reply. "Yes..."

Layla, who wore a white sailor dress that day, was already waiting at the café after school, came there extra early, as Emilie finally showed up, wearing a black high-neck halter dress.
"Hey Emilie-chan, over here." she waved at her.
"Hey, Layla."
"Glad you accepted the invite."
Soon they ordered their coffee and ice cream and started chatting.
"I'm really happy you're here today." she touched the belgian's hand. "You don't know how important this is for me."
Emilie blushed lightly.
"In particular there is something I really wanted to tell you." Even she was now blushing. "You may heard rumors about me being into girls."
"I think some of our classmates mentioned you being after me."
The tanned blonde looked her belgian friend deep into the eyes. "It's true." she breathed in, gathering her strength, suddenly bend over and kissed the girl in front of her on the lips.
Being really surprised by her kiss Emilie blushed heavily, looking embarrassed down to the cup in front of her.
"I'm sorry..." Layla said afterwards, seing how embarrassed her friend was.
The shy belgian was overwhelmed by her own feelings, surprised she actually liked getting kissed by her, but blushing heavily out of embarrassment due to her shy personality.
"It was silly of me..."
She was still blushing, looking down, as Emilie replied. "Don't be sorry." she hesitated a bit before she continued, struggling with her own feelings. "It was... actually good."
Both felt awkward afterwards, walked side by side speechless after they left the café. Emilie was still confused by her feelings and Layla's kiss.
As they passed by an empty side-alley the blond girl pulled her aside, held her by the wrist, pushing her at the wall and giving her a very long, passionate kiss on the mouth.
Emilie resisted at first, but soon closed her eyes, just enjoying this moment of sheer passion in this very moment, even ignored some staring people passing by, just stopped caring about everything.
As soon as she let off of her, she blushed, excusing herself embarrased. "I'm sorry..."
"It's...  okay..." she said. It was the kiss that made her clear, she actually really fell for the girl in front of her. "It was... wonderful."
In the early evening they returned to Layla's place, being there for them alone since her parents were on a trip.
The two teens were inside Layla's room, sitting there speechless for a while.
Blushing the blonde looked for a moment into the belgian's eyes, then gently pushed her back on the sheets, started kissing her wildly on the mouth, now started using her tongue as well.
Again the shy belgian just enjoyed this treatment, didn't resist while the girl was going at her, even as she started undressing her.
"Let's get this off." she said gently into her ears while taking off her dress slowly.
The belgian didn't resist even as her classmate Layla was taking off her panties, just enjoyed to be treated nicely by her.
"It's my first time, being with a girl in bed. Please, tell me when I hurt you." she said before touching her friend down there.
Emilie just moaned lightly while Layla was doing it with her, getting licked by her most private parts, being caressed, getting fingered as well, just enjoyed her first ever girl-girl-experience completely. "AAhhnn!" she sounded/moaned each time Layla inserted her finger into her private place and moved it around, penetrating her partner.
She undressed herself, lifted her partners leg a bit and started rubbing her private parts on Emilie's, moaning as well in ecstasy till both climaxed together.
Afterwards both laid in the bed together, Layla smiled satisfied at her partner. "Thank you so much, Emilie..." she said. "I really appreciate that you let me do this. But you don't need to pretend to like it if you don't..."
Emilie, totally exhausted by this experience, looked over to Layla, gathering her strength. "I... actually really enjoyed it." she said. "I really mean it, Thank you..."
She really meant what she said, after that she was sure she really is into girls like Triela suggested.


Next day at school both of them were behaving different in class, Emilie blushed each time Layla looked at her, Layla always smiled looking at her.
Her best friend watched the scene, poked Layla in the back and lowered her voice. "You finally did it, didn't you?"
She just smiled. "Yes, we did."
Emilie just tried to process everything, but soon started worrying. "Will this really work? Being together with a girl?"
In the hallway Layla met her friend on her way, pulled her behind the stairs. "Are you avoiding me? Do you regret what we did?"
"No.. I'm just not sure this will work. It's just... I've been raised conservative."
Layla embraced her friend, hugged her, giving her a little kiss on the cheek. "Come on, Emilie. Together we will go through this."
Upstairs in the class both sat down, Layla holding her hand, just smiling at her. Emilie smiled back what other classmates of course noticed. "Is there something going on between you?"
Emilie looked at Layla for a second, she nodded, meaning "You can do it!" The shy belgian looked at her classmate, and started blushing. "Yes, we became a couple..."
Most of the boys and even the girls turned to them, looking at them both shocked and amazed.
"What?"
"You and Emilie?"
"How did YOU two end up together?"
"Emilie is into girls?"
"Never imaged Emilie would like girls."
Were just some of the reactions among the boys and girls in class.
"It just happened..." Layla stated smiling.
Of course some of the boys had tried flirting with Emilie since she appeared in their class, but the shy beauty always rejected them.
Soon Layla started holding Emilie's hand even in school, making no fuzz of them being together now just living out their homosexuality.
She even time to time pulls her aside to kiss her when they're alone in the hallways or stairs.
Have to post it in two parts due to it's length...
So, here are Pictures of the characters.
Layla Suragi  Leah Suragi (Layla's older sister)

Evalyn (Emiliano's mother)

Olive Suragi with her "hubby" (Layla's and Leah's mother with their stepdad)


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I don't know where it had come from but somehow I developed a pretty dark personality, sarcasm and irony are my friends, torturing and fooling everybody is my hobby and I wear almost only black....am I strange? -Schaschanist-

Je suis juste un petit fille de goth. -Emilie Valerie De Laroque-
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Original Characters : Etienne & Emilie or "Eti & Emi"

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Re: New Fanfic-Story: "New Ways"

Post by Schaschanist on Sun 17 Jun 2018 - 14:06

Part two of the Story.
Spoiler:

Some days later Emilie set up a meeting between Layla, Emiliano and herself, wanting to show her boyfriend the girl she fell in love with, telling about everything what happened between them., making him clear she's now in a relationship with this girl.
She waited around the corner to the toilets inside the café she chose for the meet, waited nervously for both of them to arrive at the table she ordered before.
Layla was already waiting as Emiliano arrived, looking around for the table his girlfriend texted him about.
He was wondering as he found the tanned blonde at his table, looking kind of bored while resting her head on her fist.
"Are we both waiting for the same?"
"I Don't know." she just replied.
Emilie watched them from a far for a moment, observing how they behave.
As Emiliano had taken place next to the tanned blonde, he was still wondering not to see Emilie around.
"Do I know you or why are you sitting next to me?" Layla asked.
"I'm waiting for someone special."
"Me too."
The belgian felt it was about time, left her hiding spot and walked slowly towards them, obviously nervous.
Both immediately reacted as they've seen her, wondering why both of them respond to the same girl.
"Hello..." she just replied,taking place between them. She just looked down to the ground. "I've called you both to discuss something important..."
Both were curious as well as wondering about the other one.
"What's so important, Emilie?" Layla asked.
"Well..." Emilie was blushing heavily still looking down. "How do I begin..." she was really nervous, so she pointed at Layla first. "Emiliano, this is Layla." She pointed at him now. "Layla, this is Emiliano."
Both looked at each other clueless but nodded in reply.
She was nervously sweating a bit. "Emiliano is my boyfriend, Layla." she was really nervous. "Emiliano, Layla is the girl I fell in love with. We've been intimate together already as well..." It was really embarrassing for the shy belgian.
"Are you serious?" he shouted.
"Stop shouting at her!" Layla shouted back at the boy.
"Don't I have a reason to? She's my girlfriend! You're dating my girlfriend!"
A sudden sobbing stopped the fighting of them, and small tears rolled down the belgian's cheek. "Stop fighting!"
The sobbing intensified. "I'm sorry... It turned out I'm... homosexual, into girls..."
The glare/gaze he gave her was talking it's own language, what Emilie of course noticed.
Covering her face with the hands the belgian stood up and left them alone. She entered the girl's toilet and stood in front of the mirror there, starting to cry horrible. "I'm so dumb..." Thick tears fell down into the sink. She fell down on her knees, crawled into the corner and cried horribly, the head resting on her knees.
The usually shy and introverted Belgian had a serious outburst of her emotions really unusual for her because her former and actual love started fighting about her.
Outside the two were just looking at each other, wondering why their friend left so suddenly but soon regret their figthing at each other.
"You both are really serious about that, aren't you?"
Layla was feeling guilty. "Yes..."
Suddenly they heard one of the personell talking about a girl crying in the girl's toilet.
Both immediately stood up and hurried to her, founding the belgian horribly sobbing and crying.
They both entered the room, trying to talk to her or calming her down. "Emilie!" they both shouted.
She didn't respond at first, just was sobbing instead. After a while where both just tried to comfort her by embracing the emotionally desperate girl she finally started to speak.
"I disappointed you as a girlfriend... I cheated on you, had sex with a girl and even made you meet her. I'm so dumb..." she said sobbing.
None of them both said anything, just embraced their girl speechless untill they completely calm her down.
"You have no idea how difficult this is for me!" Emilie shouted.
Outside the three had taken seat at their table again, Emilie still looking down to the ground for a while now.
Emiliano was deeply touched by Emilie's outburst of Emotions, seeing she really meant what she said but also noticing it was really difficult for her.
The obviously exhausted Emilie left a bit earlier today, going home back to Etienne after that difficult confession, leaving her boyfriend and girlfriend back alone at the café.
"You didn't need to shout at her!" Layla looked at Emiliano. "But again, I'm deeply sorry to steal your girlfriend. It was not my intention, it just happened."
Emiliano looked at the tanned blonde, seeing she really meant it. "Emilie never behaved like that before...." He said. "Guess it must be true then... "

On her way back home, Emilie was still upset about her own behavior, looking down to the ground while walking.
She received a message on her cell phone a while later from Emiliano.
"Emilie, I understand now. Hope you will get happy with her."
Back at the appartement where they were staying Emilie just went to her bedroom, threw herself on the bed, the face on the blanket, just wanting this day to end already.
Etienne found his beloved girl like this in her room on the bed.
"How does it turn out?"
Emilie didn't reply, just threw the pillow after him, the face still burried in the blanket.
"So bad?" he just asked himself.
The young girl began crying and sobbing again, wetting the blanket and mattress.
Etienne sat down next to her, patting her head as she showed him the text message.
"He shouted at me, and send me this later..." she screamed into the mattress now. "I deserve loosing him, even as a friend!"
Etienne immediately grabbed her, turned her around and just hugged her comfortingly, her face burried in his chest.
It did work, her sobbing soon muted a bit, the girl calmed slowly down.
"Always remember, my dear, whatever may happen, I will always love you how you are. Family will always hold together."
"Love can really be either be best or worst thing, my sweet." he thought to himself. "I'm sorry you have to learn it the hard way..."
The sobbing may have muted, but she still cried silently, wetting his shirt with her thick tears.
Even if Emilie always seems so tough or distant and cold from outside, she is really sensitive inside, (easily made to cry since she had been alone most of her life, leaving a huge mark on her even after conditioning and all. ) Especially the insecurity about her newfound love, the turnout of being into girls made her even more insecure, hence reacting like that to what happened at the café.

Etienne just held his beloved girl for a while speechless till she finally calmed down completely, his shirt drenched by her tears.
She had stopped sobbing and crying, exhausted from everything she fell asleep in his arms and just breathed peacefully now.
He held her a little longer till he thought she would be sleeping tight now, put her gently back on the bed, carefully covering her with the blanket. The girl just rolled on the side, grabbing the blanket, pulling it closer to her. 
"Love is a beast." she just sounded with closed eyes, leaving her Peré Etienne wondering.
"Take good care of Emiliano, i think he needs it right now." he just texted Evalyn on his phone, the last action he could do in this situation.
At his place Eva already had a talk with her son as the message arrived on her cell phone.
He was making reproaches to himself. "If I hadn't had sex with her, this all wouldn't even happen, she still would only be my girlfriend."
Evalyn patted his head. "You don't know that, even she didn't know before." She sighed. "You don't choose if you like girls or boys, neither your sexual preferences, it's already there. Sex with you was just a trigger for her sexuality to bloom."
"She told she had sex before, was more likely raped by her former boyfriend. Why didn't it already triggered back then?"
"Darling, that was a traumatic experience at a time she wasn't even in puberty. She suppressed everything because of it. Don't underestimate the power of growth. Puberty forms, activates your sexuality. You can turn out homesexual even if you'd been raised strict, conservative or just homophobe." She embraced her son, pressing him tight agains him. "Don't feel guilty. Support her. She is the one having it difficult from now on."
"How do you mean that?"
"Look, homosexuality might be legal and accepted by law, but there is still a huge number out there being homophobe, even with teenagers and hostiling and threatening them. Then think about what must going on inside her mind. Turning out lesbian while being raised conservative is a huge burden on the soul. Many teenagers have committed suicide just because of their homosexuality." She kissed him on the forehead. "So please, my darling, make sure to support her as best as possible. Let her know you will help her find her way."
Evalyn embraced her son for a whole while, making sure he understand how important it is to her, because she met several lesbians who booked her escort service who told her about their live.
"What she's experiencing right now is something wonderful, something entirely new, but also something really difficult." She sighed. "It must he really hard for her accepting this, starting a new bond with a girl."
She pressed him tighter to his chest again. "Please make sure to support her as best as possible. That poor girl is so sensitive yet so unexperienced and innocent..."
Her tried getting off her grip. "Mom, you're suffocating me." he said. "But sure, I will support her, even if the girl I love most is rejecting me for another girl. For the sake of her."
She embraced him tighter again. "Wonderful."
"Mom!" he just replied, getting out of her arms again.

On the other side of the town, Layla was at home, alone in her room as her mother stepped into. "Hey, sweety, how are you going?"
Her mother, a pale, busty forever-young woman with short black hair, already know her younger daughter was dating a girl. "Everything alright?" she asked worried, seeing her daughter alone in the darkened room.
"No. We had a meeting, Emilie, her boyfriend and I."
"Really?"
"Things didn't go as planned, she confessed our thing, he was upset, shouted at her, I shouted at him and she ran away, cried horribly in the girl's toilet where we found her."
She pressed a stuffed animal she was holding tight to her chest. "Then after we stopped fighting she just left, I guess still crying..."
Her mother was shocked by her daughter's explanation. "Did you sent her a message or tried to call her? I hope nothing happened to her or she didn't do anything stupid on her way back home..."
"Seems like she's home now. Her father sent a message from her phone she's home but not feeling well."
"Oh my gosh!" her mother replied. "That sounds bad. It must have been really hard for her to see her former and actual love fight each other."
"I guess so. It was really alot for one day..."
"Just make sure she's alright, darling."
"I will, I'll just give her a bit of time. Tommorrow I'll message or call her." Layla replied worried.
Her mother was smiling at her daughter now, seeing how much she cares about the belgian girl. "Just don't stalk her, okay? She will reply if she's ready again."


The belgian handler was making breakfast next morning. Emilie sat silent on the couch, her gaze empty, the head resting on her knees.
Etienne of course noticed her behavior, but watched her speechless, left her for herself for a while.
He called the school Emilie won't come today, staying home, not feeling well.
As he served the plates and sat down next to her she leaned at him, getting all clingy but he understood this sign. With Emilie clinging on him it was a bit difficult to eat but he endured it for her sake, even reached her a slice of bread she immediately nibbled on.
Knowing her really for a long time now he knew this was her way of saying "I don't feel good" so he put his arm around her, pulling her closer to him.
Right in this moment a message arrived on her cell phone reading "I'm sorry." send by Emiliano.
"Don't you want to reply?" he asked.
She just shook her head in reply.
Soon a second message by him arrived. "Are you alright?" She threw the phone away, the accu flew out the cell phone, she still saying nothing.
"Oha...." he just thought to himself. "This looks serious... she must be really mad at him..."
After breakfast he left clingy Emilie alone on the couch again. He texted Evalyn with his phone. "Emilie just threw her phone away."
Shortly after received message by her. "This is serious."
The caring handler and loving father of her later picked up the phone, assembled it back together without turning it on, so she could decide when she's ready to reply.
And he was just worried about his beloved daughter, never seen her acting this strange before, but knowing it's really something hard for her, grinding on her in this difficult times.
He kind of knew she couldn't bear it when somebody is fighting about her especially not the persons she loves after finding out something that serious like being lesbian.
After a while she stood up, went to the balcony. Etienne observed her carefully, lightly fearing the worst.
She opened the door to the balcony speechless, stepped outside, looked down the railing, sighed and just sat down on one of the chairs.
Etienne was relieved, he feared she could jump off the balcony.
Emilie was still quiet, sitting speechles on the chair as Etienne came to her, placing on the table next to her a cup of tea, her favorite flavour, and took place as well.
They both stared into the far for a long while, speechless. They are one of the few along the fratelli who understand each other without any verbal communication due to their strong emotional bond.
After a long while Emilie finally sighed, turning her head towards her handler Etienne. "I"m sorry..." she just said.
"I know." Etienne already knew what she meant by her strange behavior.
"I just don't like when people fight because of or about me..." she sighed again.
It was already evening, the sun setting. The belgian teen was still in her pajama like in the morning, also didn't switched her phone back on since morning.
She looked at it for a while, knowing why Etienne hadn't switched it on earlier while he assembled it back together. The belgian looked at it, noticed a scratch on the back cover. "I'm so dumb..." she thought to herself.
As she entered the pin code like 20 messages appeared immediately, all sent by Emiliano.
Just as she was reading them another message arrived, this time from Layla. "Sorry for yesterday, Emilie... You weren't in school, hope you're okay..."
It was obvious Layla was worrying about her friend not showing up at school after yesterday.
Emilie also noticed the amount and time each of them send the messages, Layla just sending it as she turned back on her phone, giving her time to consider thinks and clear her mind, being the understanding one. Emiliano instead sent alot messages all over the day, really worried about not hearing anything of her the whole day, really meaning it, still caring and loving the girl who rejected him.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." she just sent them both in reply followed by anothe message. "I just needed some time for myself."
"I'm glad you're okay. I was afraid something happened when you ran away." was Layla's reply.
"Are you sure you're really okay?" he sent.
"I'm fine, really. Don't worry." she sent them in reply.
Emilie was in the kitchen a while later. Etienne was about to prepare dinner for them. He already placed ingrediences on the workplate, as Emilie took one of the kitchen knives and started peeling a potato. He was wondering that she helped him so suddenly, but smiled at her, appreciating her assistance.
After dinner the two sat on the couch, Emilie leaned at his side again, while he had his arm around her.
"I switched on the phone, both are really sorry about what happened." she cuddled closer to him. "I sent them message I'm okay."
He patted her head, glad she replied to her friends after being so froward and quiet the whole day.

Later in the evening Emilie took her phone. "Seems like I have a girlfriend now..." she send her best friend Triela a message.
"See, I told you. Hope you're doing well?"
"Kind of... things could be better, but things could be worse... What are you up to?" Emilie was making good use of her cell phone lately, enjoying this piece of freedom to call and text anytime she wants.
"Taking a trip to greece, enjoying our freetime on a vacation at a beach resort. How is it to be in school again?"
"Wonderful. The schedule contains maths and such, even swimming. And I even got the best girlfriend ever, sitting right next to me in class, you would love her. ^_^ " she send with a smiley.
"Hope you introduce me someday to her..." Triela really wanted to meet the girl who's making her beloved belgian feeling better.
"Sure."


Next morning Emilie was already awake and sitting on the balcony before school, enjoying the fresh air of that nice morning.
"Want to spent the night at my place?" Layla had texted her.
"Layla wants me to stay the night at her place." she told.
"A night-over? Nice." He smiled at her. "I'm happy for you."
Emilie wore a black turtleneck jersey dress with black tights, one of her favourite comfy outfits this day to school.
"Hi, Emilie!" the tanned blonde greeted her heartily. "Glad you're feeling better today."
"Thanks, Layla." The other classmates just stared at her amazed.
"Wow, so beautiful." one of the boys said.
Emilie sat down on her seat, Layla directly next to her. "I'm sorry I was absent yesterday. I just needed some time." she smiled at her. "Thanks you're inviting me today."

In the late afternoon Etienne brought his girl to Layla's house.
She took also a change of clothes and her pajama with her since it's friday and they don't have to go to school tomorrow.
Etienne waved at them as he left them driving away. "She's quite similar to Triela... is that her type of girl?" he asked himself.

"I really like that outfit, Emilie. It really suits you."
Emilie blushed lightly. "Thanks..."
"A lady like always, and so humble..." Layla embraced her tightly, pressing her cheek on Emilie's. "That's why I love you so much."
Emilie blushed.
"Sorry for the day before yesterday..." Layla said while still pressing her cheek on Emi's face.
They entered the house, walking upstairs to Layla's room. "Back here again..."
Layla was wearing a serafuku, sailor blouse, and short skirt, this day.
Emilie suddenly blushed heavily. "Layla!" she shouted, covering her eyes as the tanned blond bend over to pick up house shoes for Emilie, revealing her panties.
"Come on, nothing you haven't already seen." She said, winking at her with a bashful smile. "Here you go, my sweet." she gave her the house shoes.
You could tell Layla's family lived long time in Japan, the house had a notable japanese touch, but Emilie was already familiar with her friend's home.
The girls were just chatting like two friends the evening aside the fact Layla was occasionally touching Emilie.
The two were dressed in pajamas, Emilie was leaning agains the wall, hugging her legs, the head resting on her knees.
"Sorry for the fight with your boyfriend." the blonde said, interpreting her behavior.
"I told you, I'm fine, Layla."
"Emilie..." she said, looking directly into her eyes. "Let's restart our relationship at the beginning."
"Huh? Why so?"
"Because I think it started under a wrong star. I fought your boyfriend, we even had sex right away too... I don't want you think of me like that."
"Layla, I don't mind what happened or regret what we did because of you. Let's get familiar the right way from now on."
"Okay." she reached out her hand and blushed. "Hi, I'm Layla Suragi, nice to meet you."
Emilie smiled a bit. "Emilie Valerie de Laroque my name, nice to meet you too."
Both started giggling at the same time of their silly idea but it worked, both embraced each other like friends.
A while later both just stared at each other, Layla held Emi's hand satisfiedly smiling.
The blonde tried to change the topic after a while of silence.
"Do you have any hobbies or talents, Emilie?"
"I'm a singer and play piano too."
"Wow!" she replied. "You already know I'm in the swim team, but did you know I also play softball?" She breathed in. "I also play electric guitar. We should jam together someday."
"It would be me a pleasure."
A while later the topic changed to a more private, intimate girl talk.
"When did you had your, you know, first time?"
Emilie blushed embarrassed.
"Just curious. Was it with Emiliano?"
The belgian sighed. "No, unfortunately not. It's something i don't really want to talk about because it hurted too much..." she sighed. "It was forced, I wasn't ready at all that time, too young, and it really hurted both inside and outside..."
"I understand." She looked to the ground for a second, understanding the reason of her reserved and shy behavior finally. "Do you still love Emiliano?"
Emilie sighed. "I don't know... I mean, we had sex, kissed alot and did what couples do, but...."
"It felt something was odd or missing, right?"
She just nodded in reply.
"Does it feel better with me?"
"It feels strange and awkward, but also so good..." she sighed.
Layla sat down next to her, and put an arm around her, placing Emilie's hand on the belgian's chest. "Just listen to your heart, Emilie. It will tell you what's right for you."
"It tells me alot lately..."
"Even if your head says something different, just follow your heart, Emilie. It knows what's best for you."
The belgian was struggling for a second, hesitately reaching out her hand, pulled the blonde gently closer to her by the collar, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She blushed and immediately let off of her after it. "Thank you very much..." she just said.

After a while Emilie laid down on her back, had rested her head on Layla's lap as the blonde requested and was just breathing peacefully while staring at the ceiling.
The tanned blonde wiped the hair out of her face, examining her white streak.
"What I wanted to ask for a while now, did you dye your hair?"
"No." the belgian replied. "My hair is all natural."
"Really? You didn't dye that streak?"
"It lost it's color-giving melamins due to a condition called poliosis prematura a while ago. Nothing to be afraid of, it's hereditary."
Layla smiled at her friend. "It suits you really well."

Later Layla's mother was back from work, found them like this, just wanted to check if everything's allright or if the teen girls need something.
"What a lovely sight." she commented, seing her younger daughter with her friend's head on her lap. She smiled happily her daughter finally found herself a girlfriend. "Everything alright? Do you need or want anything?"
"No, mom. We're fine."
She left them alone, closing the door and sighing happily outside. "What a lovely couple..."
Emilie, her head still resting on Layla's lap, looked up to her. "I'm glad we started all over again. I mean, we began this by having sex right away." she closed her eyes. "But I'm not like that... I mean..." she blushed "I liked it, but it's not neccessary for a relationship."
A gentle smile appeared on the blonde's face, knowing what she means. "I'm fine with just being together with you."
Emilie lightly smiled, but then blushed. "I mean, if you really want 'IT' that bad, i'm also fine. But... you know what I mean..."
"I understand, my sweet." Layla confirmed. "So shy and humble. Yet I know how lewd she can get when teased." she thought to herself.

Down in the basement, Layla's mother was sitting in the living room, drinking a glass of wine, watching tv with her older daughter Leah doing her homework at the time.
"Is her girlfriend still here?" Leah asked.
"Yes, darling."
"I still can't believe she's into girls, though she had her outing already a year ago..." she sighed. "Now she even got herself a girlfriend."
"Come on, be happy for your sister."
"I am, mum. I just still can't believe it..."

In the night Layla was snuggling close to Emilie. First they were facing each other, Layla holding Emilie's hand, later Emilie turned around and Layla put her arm around Emilie, still holding her hand like a lovey-dovey-couple, just spooning before falling asleep peacefully.

On the next day, It was already morning, both laid next to each other in bed. Emilie was already awake, staring at the ceiling and occasionally over to Layla, thinking about them. "Will this really work? Two girls? Together?" She was still obviously doubting two girls could get along on a love-base even though she's the type of girl she prefers lately. Even more though she lost part of her worries due to the talk they had the day before.
Layla on the other hand was over the ears in love with the shy belgian, being the exact type of girl she prefers.
Speaking of which, Layla was waking up, seing Emilie, and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, Emilie."
"Good Morning." blushingly she replied.
After a short while of silence the blond girl stood up. "Let's get ready for today."
Soon Layla was ready for the shower, pushing her beloved girlfriend to the bathroom too. "Come on, let's shower together."
Emilie just sighed in reply as Layla pushed her through the door.
The blonde locked the door, soon they both undressed. Emilie blushed heavily and tried covering her breasts and crotch out of shame while Layla undressed easily in front of the shy goth girl.
The blonde pushed her into the streaming shower and started soaping her girlfriend's back.
"You're really beautiful, Emilie. You have a great body."
Emilie blushed, the back still towards her friend. "You don't know how difficult this is for me, Layla, to stand in front of you like this..." Emilie thought, fighting with herself to remain cool. "Thank you..." she just said in reply.

After shower the girls were drying themself with the towels, Layla even dried Emilie's back.
"You know, I once lifed in Tokyo. Bathing culture has a really different social meaning there unlike here." that's why she insisted on showering with her.
As they were dry Layla gave her friend something. "Ever wore a yukata?"
The belgian shook her head declining. "No, never."
Even though she hadn't put back on underwear Layla was already helping Emilie into the summer-kimono, wrapping it around her naked body, tying the bow on the back. She had chosen a yukata fitting Emilie's style and now was admiring her. "It totally suits you, Emilie. Like a real japanese."
"Really?"
"You wouldn't stick out there that much, unlike a gaikokujin like me."
"A what?"
"Gaikokujin, foreigner. Just look at me, my dark skin and blonde hair. People there thought more of a gyaru or kogal of me cause of my appearance. I mean, seriously, some schools even suggested me to dye my hair black so I wouldn't stick out that much."
"Sounds like a weird culture."
Layla smirked. "They have their problems, but hey, I grew up there and am familiar with it. I'm fine."

Emilie and Layla walked downstairs to get breakfast.
"Ohayo, Emilie-san." Layla's mother greeted the belgian with a formal bow, but also smiling, seeing the girl in taditional japanese clothing.
"Bonjour, madame Suragi." she replied with a formal bow as well.
"A real lady." she said. "Domo arrigato, Emilie-sama."
Emilie smiled. "I may not speak japanese, but i'm familiar with their culture due to business trips of my parents." That's also why she didn't resist putting on the yukata even without any underwear beneath it.
"You have a very beautiful mother, Layla. Very youthfull."
"Yeah, Mama-chan is still like a college girl, she's like forever-young."
Emilie watched her mother, how she was stretching with raised arms, her shirt lifting up, revealing her belly because of her huge breasts."Amazing..." she thought, staring at her massive chest.

In the living room Layla's sister Leah was already sitting.
"Good morning." she greeted.
Emilie looked at her surprised. "There's two of them?" she tought. "Didn't know you have a sister."
"Yeah, Sorry. That's Leah, she's my older sister."
Leah indeed was Layla's older sister, being 11 months older, slightly taller, blue eyed and having a more golden blonde than Layla's ash-blonde, even having a darker skin tone than her younger sister.
"Well, hello Emilie." she said. "So you're the one my sis was talking about lately." She turned to her sister. "She's cute. Good taste."
"Onee!" Layla shouted, obviously embarrassed about her comment.
The belgian looked at them a bit confused, noticing how different the two sisters really were.

Emilie had tied her hair up into a high ponytail, decorated by a huge red bow, matching the red bow of her black yukata.
The two girls were sitting on the porch. Emilie was studying their garden. "The japanese touch here is really nice." Emilie really liked this place. "Unfortunately I've never been there till now."
Layla winked at her. "Maybe we can take you with us next time we visit my grandparents there."
"You have family living there?"
"Yes. My mother's mother is japanese and living near Kyoto." She was obviously proud "But enough about me, what about you?"
"Well..." Emilie blushed a bit. "I'm from Belgium. My father was actually from france, hence I grew up mainly french-speaking. I don't really remember alot of my parents since our relationship was somewhat pretty cold. We've been quite wealthy due to my father's business."
"That explains your perfect manners." Layla threw in between.
"They both died some years ago when our house blew up of a gaspipe-explosion."
"My bad..." she said empathizing. "But then, who is the man who brought you here?"
She blushed bashfully smiling, happy to speak about him. "Actually he's my uncle, the brother of my mother, and took care of me after their death, but since he's so caring and even was before I moved here, he became pretty much my father. Hence I often call him my Peré... that's french and means father." she sighed, blushing delightful. "I really love him. Though he's alone, he's an even better parent than my actual parent ever were..."
Layla gave her a warm hug, sympathiszing with her.
Nothing what the girl said was even a lie, it was all truth, and she didn't care to tell her friend the whole truth about her family.
"He and my grandparents are my only remaining family..."
Layla after a while smiled at her. "Head up, now you have me too."
Layla's mother watched the two girls on the porch, having fun, talking, laughing together. "They started with sex right away, now building up an actualy relationship." She smiled. "I'm happy for them..."
Layla looked at Emilie for a while now, leaned a bit towards her. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"
"Errrr..." she just replied right before Layla suddenly touched the girl's head from behind, while holding her hand, pushing her head closer to her, giving the shy belgian a kiss directly on the lips. Emilie was surprised at first, blushed heavily, the eyes widely opened as she even stuck her tongue into her mouth, giving the girl a long, passionate tongue kiss as well.
Emilie's eyes soon closed, she didn't resist anymore, loosened up just enjoying what her friend was doing with her.
As she let off of her after a while Layla excused herself lightly blushing. "Sorry, I couldn't help it..."
Emilie just blushed. "You love teasing me like that, don't you?" she just asked, knowing the blonde was in love with her.
"Yes..."
But while Layla loves teasing, Emilie was the one needing the teasing to push her over her shadow, to get over her restrains and do what she wants to deep down inside her.
Emilie is just too shy and pure, not even able to ask for these kind of things on her own.
Layla on the other hand is impulsive, carefree and doing things coming to her mind. The complete opposite of Emilie, but that's why they get along that well.
Layla's mother had watched the whole scene, smiled over the ears, happy for her daughter. "What a lovely kiss.." she just thought.
The two were sitting together on the porch couch, Layla had put her arms around her from behind, pulling her back gently so she was mostly leaning on her. Like that they stayed for a while until Emilie sometime tried to get out of her grip. "I need to go to the bathroom, if you pardon me."
Inside the bathroom Emilie sat down on the toilet, lifting the yukata to sit down. "Weird... I'm still not wearing any underwear beneath, but somehow i don't even care..." she looked to the ground. "Sigh, if this relationship will work..." she questioned herself again.
After a while Layla was worried because Emilie still wasn't back. She went upstairs and found the girl sitting on her bed in her room. Emilie rested her head on the hands, looking down to the ground, appeared to be in thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm not sure this relationship will work..."
"You're still unsure?"
"Yes..."
Layla sat down next to her, put the arm around her, rested her head on her shoulder and just gave her beloved friend support by being there for her.
"Stop worrying, Emilie."
After a while Emilie calmed down, lifted her head up, and smiled at her. "I'm fine again."
They laid on the bed, next to each other, stared at the ceiling for a while. Sometime the blonde turned her head toward Emilie.
"Be sure, I will definitely marry you."
"What?"
She smiled at her. "You're already my waifu, aren't you?"
Layla sat upright, straddled now over Emilie, grabed her face with both hands and kissed the shy belgian directly on the lips.
Emilie resisted at first but very soon relaxed and let her do.
Layla slid a bit lower on her, opened the belt/bow of her yukata, revealing the beautiful stomach of her partner, kissing her gently on the belly.
"Layla!" Emilie said but soon giggled. "That tickles."
She continued a bit higher, kissing and caressing the girl's bare chest.
The shy belgian was moaning silently, trying to  keep the volume low.
The hand of the tanned blonde reached for her most private parts, rubbing and teasing her down there while kissing her on the lips now.
"Say, does this feel bad?" she asked her partner.
Emilie moaned lightly but replied. "No, it actually feels good."
Layla let off of her, sat up, now straddling above her partner. "See? If it feels good it can't be wrong."
She was breathing heavy of ecstasy, laying there uncovered under her friend. "Please..." she whimpered. "Don't stop now..."
This was the first time ever she really begged for doing it, being with her new love, feeling extraordinary good due to Layla's treatment, being entirely in mood right now.
Layla looked at her, the first time ever she saw her this helpless, even begging to continue.
"Emilie..." she just thought. "I'm sorry...." she said, backing off. "I swore to go easy on you..."
The still helpless, heavy breathing naked girl in sheer ecstasy grabbed her by the collar, pulled her back on her. "I meant it. Please, don't stop just now." she said.
The blonde kissed her on the lips again, the hand again treating her special place down there with her moaning "Ahhnn!" each time she penetrates her with the fingers.
"Thanks, Layla." Emilie finally said, after they were laying exhausted on the bed. "Just what I needed."
"How do you mean that?"
She smiled, lightly blushing. "I'm confident now this will work. I just needed another push."
Layla smiled happily, patted her girlfriend's head, both laughed happily satisfied together.


On monday in school both sat together, chatting about things. "Say, you told you sing. Is that true?"
"Yes, it is." the belgian smiled. "Do you sing as well?"
"Kind of, I sing for myself at home, but mostly in japanese."
"Interesting, I would like to sing a duett with you someday."
In class the headteacher was in front of the students. "Kids, don't forget the School Dance is on friday." she announced. "Prepare your dresses, girls, boys, don't forget to ask your girls to be your dance partners."
"Emilie, be our dance partner." some of the boys immediately asked the belgian.
She in reply just smiled, declining their request. "Sorry... But Layla will be my partner." she said.
Even if she had her outing to be into girls, and is one of the shortest in class, she is still very popular in their class among the boys.

During swim class on tuesday Emilie was talking with her friend while swimming. "Did you already choose what to wear on friday for the dance?" she asked.
"Originally i wanted to go with something traditional, but since i'm not alone there this time i think about something more appropriate."
At the end of the pool they stopped. "I would like to go shopping with you after school."
"That would be awesome, Emilie."
The belgian submerged, dived down to the ground of the pool, before emerging again. "Great. Let's go shopping after school then."

In the afternoon, the young couple dropped by Layla's place again. Layla's mother had off earlier this day, was there just before her daughter arrived.
"Mama-chan, Emilie and I are going shopping, I will go to the school dance with her."
"Oh, you changed your mind about that? How unfortunate." she said. "How about we go shopping together, just the three of us?"
Emilie looked at her, wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse, accentuating her huge chest. "That would be nice, she said smiling."
The three entered her car, the mother behind the steering wheel, the two teens in the back.
In the city the two girls were walking in front of her, holding hands like the couple they became. "So young... so cute and innocent..." she thought about them.
"Let's go in there." Layla said, pointing a a boutique with dresses in the windows.
Inside the two spread, looking each on their own for a while now till they met somewhere. "What are you planning for the school dance, Emilie?"
She was thinking for a moment. "Hmm, I thought about doing my hair up, maybe a bun or backcomb them up."
"Nice. That will look sharp I guess."
Emilie blushed a bit. "Et tu? How about you?"
"Thinking more of just decorating my hair with a flower, more matching my style."
Both went to the changing rooms with what they picked. The mother was already there, had picked some things herself and came out first. "What do you think, does mommy look good in this?" she asked, wearing a sleeveless short black turtleneck dress, posing in front of them.
"Looks good on you, madame Suragi." Emilie replied
"Come on, you can call me Olive." She said, winking at her.
The shy belgian blushed by her charm. "She's really youthful..." she was thinking.
"Come on, show mommy what you picked."
The two teens entered the changing rooms as well, trying on the first outfit they picked.
Layla was the first who left the cabin. "Emilie, finished already?"
"Yes." she replied, leaving the cabin as well. The belgian wore a rockabilly-style dress, Layla a skirt with a spaghetti top.
Even Layla's mother Olive left the cabin again.
"Mama!" Layla just shouted, seeing her mother in a lace-trimmed black dessous-set.
"What?" she was turning around and posing in front of the mirror, the other customers around just staring at her massive breasts in that bra amazed. "Something nice to surprise my hubby."
"She's really youthful, like an eternal 17..." Emilie replied. "But she really has a great body."
They changed outfits again till they were done with everything each picked for their own.
Now both were picking something for each other instead like Layla suggested.
Both left the cabins again, Layla wearing now a cute black cocktail dress Emilie picked, the belgian wearing a princess-like ball gown her blonde girlfriend had picked.
"How do you like it?" Emilie asked her friend.
The tanned blonde watched herself in the mirror, was amazed by her girlfriend's pick. "Beautiful!"
"Suits you just perfect." Olive said, coming out of the cabin herself.
The belgian blushed bashfully. "Glad you like my choice."
Now Emilie was in front of the mirror, turning aroung in that princess-like ball gown. "It's just wonderful." she took her hair, holding it up like backcombing it. "Yes, just like that."
"You look like a princess, so cute." Olive praised her.
Soon they changed back to their own clothes, paid the things they finally picked and left the boutique.
"Thanks for coming along with us, Mama-chan." Layla said during their way back home.
"Yes, thank you very much, madame Suragi, pardon, Olive."
She smiled, happy to go shopping with her daughter and her girlfriend after a long time again. "No problem. Everything to make my little angel happy."

In the evening Layla's mother was laying in bed, next to her husband, a black haired, pale italian, her former best friend from college in Tokyo to say. "Darling, remember I told you about Layla's school dance?"
"Err, I guess you mentioned it a few weeeks ago. You were afraid she wouldn't go."
She turned to him. "Yes. She's going now, with Emilie as her partner."
Interested he looked to his wife. "You mean that black haired girl who stayed here for the weekend?"
"Exactly." she smiled. "Didn't I or Layla told you they became a couple?"
He was wondering. "No you didn't. She really found herself a girlfriend finally? How long has it been, a year since her outing?"
"Yes."
"I wish our time in college had been like this..."
"Yeah. I didn't even notice what I had in you untill my first husband left me for another girl. I'm glad we came together."
He kissed her on the cheek. "Me too, darling."
He started kising her on the neck.
"Geez, darling. Did this turn you on?" she said, giggling. "That tickles..."
Soon he unbuttoned his busty forever-young wife's pajama, revealing the new dessous she just bought today. "You bought new underwear too, didn't you? Looks really hot, honey." he commented his view. In the end they both did it, fired up by their love for each other, being still like newlyweds.
"My hubby..."


Soon the week has passed by and the evening of the school dance had come.
Emilie wore the princess-like black ball gown, the hair done up, her mallen streak accentuating her hair. Layla on the other hand wore that cute cocktail dress, her hair hanging loose, decorated with an satzuki-azalea blossom from her garden. The two walked inside hand by hand.
Their classmates welcomed them heartily, complimenting what a lovely couple they are dressed like this.
Both blushed, but smiled happily, to be at each other's side on this special occasion.
They started dancing together after a while, watched by some of the classmates as well as students from other classes how much fun they had together. "Those have really alot fun together, what's with them?" one student asked one of their classmates. "They are a couple, didn't you know?"
The two danced alot together, the usual shy Emilie really was enjoying this, finally being able to be just a normal girl around people.
"You're a really good dancer, Emilie."
"Thank you, Layla." she replied. "Had to learn several dance moves for charity events due to parents work when I was young."
In the middle of the evening, the principal lowerded the music, stood on the stage with a microphone. "Students, well, the time has come to crown the school's dancing king and queen." the cleared his throat. "You've voted the whole evening, now, let's announce who you voted for the queen first."
He took out an envelope, opened it. "You've voted as dancing queen... how unfortunate, Emilie Valerie De Laroque from 8C."
The spotlight swayed over to her, the belgian was surprised, the principal waving at her to receive her tiara.
"Come here, Emilie."
On the stage he placed the tiara on her head, giving her the next envelope with who will be her king. She opened it, read the name, but turned over to the principal. "If this is right, I have to refuse being queen, because there is only one person I would want to be by my side, a very special girl."
"Really? A second queen? We didn't even considered that option." he switched off the microphone to speak to his secretary, then turned over to Emilie. "Alright. We agree on you choosing that special girl as a second queen. This will be the first time we have an actual lesbian couple."
Emilie switched on the microphone, turned to the student body. "Well... Originally you voted for somebody else, but in this case I have to refuse, because there is only one person I will choose to be at my side."
She left the stage, followed by the swaying spotlight, reaching out her hand. "Layla Suragi, will you be my queen?"
Layla smilled, tears of happiness rolling down her face. "I will."
Now even the last student of their school knew about this couple's love. All applauded them, now wanting the two to be their school dance queens. Even the principal applauded them, obviously made the right decision.
On stage he crowned the the school dance queens, both with tears of happiness in their eyes, holding hands like the couple they became.
Soon the music continued playing, Emilie and Layla were dancing on stage arm in arm, enjoying this nice evening together.
After a while Emilie whispered into Layla's ear, walked over to the dj, spoke to him and returned to her friend.
The music lowered, Emilie and Layla holding a microphone, trying to get the people's attention.
The whole student body looked at them as the music started playing and Emilie started singing.
All were just staring at them now, didn't say anything while the belgian was singing. Soon Layla faded in, both singing a lovely duett on stage.
"Encore!" all just shouted afterwards.
"How about we try something original now?" Emilie asked.
"Yeah!" alot of students shouted.
She nodded at her girlfriend, soon Emilie started singing in french, while Layla as her counterpart sung in japanese.
None of the student body understood any of what they were singing, just enjoyed this unusual experience of west and east, where both sung about their love for each other in their respective native language.
Later, the two left the stage, hand in hand, some of their classmates came to them for a chat.
"Amazing! You both were so good on stage!"
"Didn't know you can sing, Layla."
"Sorry, it was totally improvised, we didn't even practiced." Layla told blushing.
"Come on, you were really amazing, be proud of it."

It was already midnight as the adorable couple finally left the dance, being just some of the very few remaining ones.
Layla stood opposite her girlfriend, holding Emilie's hands. "Thank you for the wonderful evening, Emilie. I really appreciate making me your queen tonight."
The belgian smiled. "It was the only thing I could do for you after everything you've done for me."
Layla blushed, then put her arms around her girlfriend, pulled her closer to her, gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. "Thank you, Emilie. Koishii Kanojo! (dear girlfriend)"
"Ma chéri copine." she thought to herself.
 

Next day in school. Emilie sat at her desk, reading a book as Layla came around the corner. "Have you read the latest school newspaper?"
She turned around. "What's inside that's so exciting?"
The blond opened the school newspaper, held in front of her nose. "US! It's us"
Emilie took it, saw the photo of them on stage, singing and holding hands.
"Wow, that's really us."
Layla blushed excited. "Read the article!"
"Yesterday's school dance event was a real success, the principal stated. It was the first time ever we had a queen-queen pair crowned instead of a king and queen pair. But the overal highlight of the evening was the pair itself. As the music started they started a duett on stage which made the whole student body go crazy, but the encore of them was just out of this world. Both sung in their native language which was an experience par excellance! Swim team champion Layla Suragi and new student Emilie Valerie De Laroque sure sung their way into the student's hearts."
Emilie put down the newspaper, blushed a bit. "What a nice article."
Layla's friend, the redhead girl who always pokes her in the back turned to them. "Good, right? I thought they would edit it but they printed it like I wrote it." She wrote it as author of the school newspaper production team.
"I appreciate you're honorizing our relationship."
"Always so polite, Emilie." She sighed. "Everybody was freaking out because of you two yesterday." She handed them some photos she took the day before. One showed them on stage holding hands while singing, another one dacing together, the next one kissing in the spotlight. "Here, made some prints for you."
The blonde hugged her girlfriend heartily, gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I will never forget this evening because of you. Thank you, Emilie."
"Me too, Layla. It was the best evening of my life." She said, giving her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek as well.
The short-haired redhead watched them how they were hugging each other. "Sigh, there really two have found each other..."
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Post by Thescarredman on Wed 20 Jun 2018 - 20:37

'New Ways,' indeed.

This is much less a GsG story than a coming-of-age story familiar to many young women. Emi's discomfort with Emiliano is done just right, I think: out of friendship and cultural inertia she goes through with it, even though it doesn't seem right. And his acceptance of her orientation is very mature and noble, especially for a boy his age.

Having practical den-mother Triela help Emi sort out her feelings was a masterstroke. I didn't notice until it was mentioned in the story how much Layla (and Leah, her older sister) resembles the Princess. 


In the US, at least, I think it will be some time yet before any high school votes in a pair of girls as homecoming couple. It was a sweet and hopeful ending to the story.

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Post by Schaschanist on Thu 21 Jun 2018 - 0:04

I guess the School where Emi and Layla are tried a theme Event there, inspired by prom nights in the US, something everyone in that age desires... Also a nice oppurtunity for her to sing in front of People, finally.

Triela of course is still the big sister / mother / therapist (/ princess) for like everyone at the dorm (well, at least for the 1st gens). She's always aware of what's going on and so... experienced in many ways... always knows to do the right Thing.



In other News, Well, if you have social media you sure have heard it even is pride month this month, so this chapter fits perfectly.  sweat
Not my Intention, this idea developed already some time ago... 


Luckily the Story is not over yet, already figuring out how to continue and in which direction it's leading. (hope it won't take 2 years again...)

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