masanari | [Badlandia] I'm not sure that's a good AU name tbh but w/e

[Badlandia] I'm not sure that's a good AU name tbh but w/e

[ Junko will find that she's woken up in a motel room. Specifically, on a bed in a motel room which looks dirty and therefore probably not in the city where they had grown up. She'll also find that whatever outfit she had thought she was in had been changed into something Ethan would consider "more appropriate," with some changes for her style, and that whatever she had on before is nowhere to be found.

And that the boy in question was sitting on the edge of the other bed. It was a motel room with two double beds, a bathroom, and not much else. It was sparsely decorated with a few lamps and a digital clock. There's a bottle of pills on the bedstand... which might be why she was groggy.

Well, groggy and there might be other side-effects, like slight memory loss for how she ended up in this position. They had a chance to start over, to connect with each other after their break up and all. Ethan was looking at her repeatedly as she was waking, though he was also doing something on his phone, perhaps googling something.

This day wasn't starting off well, all things considered. Probably not helped by the fact that the room smelled of antiseptic, which was either creepy or implied Ethan himself was horny, which was unusual in and of itself given his strange sexlessness while they were dating. ... Which might be unsettling in and of itself. ]

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Oh no, no, no. Junko, at least rest first.

[ He sounds poised as usual, proper, gentle. But he also reaches his hands out to brace themselves on her shoulders and urge her back down on the bed, trying to make sure that she's relaxed, so that she can recover. He gives her a warm - insofar as he can be warm - smile and ends up nudging the nightstand as he did.

He didn't have a better plan than this, not yet. In that way, they were working against the clock ]

[To be fair Junko tries to resist, she means to push herself forward but ends up falling back suddenly enough that it makes her nauseous. Her eyes screw shut and it just - none of it makes sense and it claws at her, even though every thought and gesture takes up far more energy than it has a right too.]

I've been resting for hours.

[Talking is becoming easier, so that's a plus.]

Not that long - and really, don't worry. I will make certain that you're well cared for, and I even found a nice place to get us a dinner to eat in. It'll even fit with our nutritional schedule.

[ He says this all to be reassuring, and of course in his mind it is, as he strokes her cheek gently and brushes her brow a little bit ]

[What.

And why is he touching her he shouldn't be touching her, but the overwhelming force of his scent is even more cloying now, and her own scent kind of stutters out, as if it's as confused as she is. Which might be fair, this is really not a 'let's get horny' situation.]

I ... [Fuck, what should she do? Junko tries to move her hand to her hip but what she feels is odd, because apparently her life is made up of oddities right now. She'd been wearing jeans and a tank top, that much was easily recalled.]

What happened to my clothes?

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You changed them, didn't you? You thought that you should wear something more suited to your form.

[ Which is way she's in a sundress now! It's spring, so it makes sense, right? She's s pleasing when she's in one of those, and it really suits her body, given the changes that it's gone through since he was with her. But it's okay, it's okay... she changed, and so he needed to change to suit her. They needed to compromise, and get together. Her bangs fixed up, he smiles a little ]

I really liked those jeans.

[Which is why the idea that she'd change out of them, or feel that they weren't 'well suited' to her body is incredibly strange. They were comfortable and they made her ass look a little bigger. What's ill suited about that?]

... I need to go to the bathroom.

[What she needs is her phone, which would have been, surprise! In the pocket of her jeans. But right about now she kind of has to work with it, right? First comes privacy, second comes willing her body to get back to normal, third is finding her phone and calling her dad.]

Oh! Oh, of course, how silly of me.

[ He takes a step back from her, his scent remaining uncomfortably steady, and all the while trying to keep himself composed. He stands, but crouches over her, offering a hand to help her up and get to the bathroom. He seems to have dismissed the idea that the jeans matter entirely, because the topic is dropped. But still, let's get you going out to the bathroom! ]

[She really doesn't want his help and she wants to be touched even less - which is somewhat untrue - but there's no avoiding it. Junko reaches for his hand, but at least she does a better job of managing her own weight. It's not as difficult to pull herself up, but standing is weird. At least it doesn't feel like she's swaying all over the place.]

I'm okay, I can do it.

[Her legs are shaky but she can do this, she has too.]

Of course. But allow me to get the door for you.

[ It's a small motel room, so it's not like it's far to walk, but once he's confident that she's standing, he walks ahead of her to the bathroom. And he does indeed get the door for her, but he also steps in himself, picking up a small box inside of there which had been resting in the sink, taking it in hand, and walking on out with it. He gives her a pleasant smile as he walks past her again, motioning for her to go on ahead once he sets the box down on the foot of the bed he had been sitting on ]

[What the fuck.

Whatever, man, at least she can close the door. Junko leans against it and takes a deep breathe. There's a weird sense of relief that comes with having a bit of space, though she can't hope to avoid his scent. Why was she here? What the hell had been in that box? Why couldn't she remember where her cell phone was?]

What the fuck is even going on.

[But it was fine, right? She could just leave. Even if it meant leaving behind her money and her cards and ID, she could just get out and find a phone and call her dad or Yamato or her mom to get her. So where had the door been? Could she get to it without drawing his attention? There was no telling until she tried, and even though she couldn't think of a justification for her fear and anxiety, Ada has always told her to trust her instincts.

So after breathing some more Junko tried to slowly turn the knob, and leave. Her body wasn't reliable right now but if she got outside, that'd be enough.]

[ But no matter how quiet she was, no matter how she moved going in and out of the bathroom, Ethan was there... Or well, at least, the boy was aware. He had the box on the bed and he was standing there with his back to the wall and smiling at Junko once she opened the door enough to see him. He's still got his scent out there, swirling around in the air. And he can't help but reach out and grab her--

No, no, he can.

Be proper, be polite. Even if this new something in his veins really was making him weird. Weird and charged and it was Strange and it was hard... ]

[When she dares to try and peek his way, to see if he's looking at his phone or out the window or something, he's just staring at her and it's weirdly startling.]

Uh, [The strength is coming back into her limbs but there's a new sense of apprehension, she tries to back up towards the door.] Listen, Ethan, I'm just ... Going to get some air, okay?

[Where was the door? Wherever it is, even with his stare and his scent seemingly willing her to remain in place, Junko keeps going for the door, she's just not stupid enough to turn her back right now.]

You really should rest, Junko.

[ They were in a motel mils outside of the city he lived in, but all the same.. it's not like it was the middle of the night. It was possible she would get a phone, and she might try to call her damnable father out here. Ethan shakes his head, and motions towards the bed, he himself poised on the wall next to the door. But... ]

But if you want, I could accompany you.

[ How did other people live with this feeling all the time? ]

I can go alone. I mean, you seem - preoccupied, anyway?

[He was never like this before, hell, trying to get him worked up had been like pulling teeth out of a lions jaw. But at least his arousal makes for a good excuse, even if she's failing to will her own body isn't obedience. When she tries to reach for the knob her hand trembles.]

Ethan, please ...

[She was kind of scared and couldn't he just let her talk to her dad? Couldn't he just let her go, and not do whatever the hell was lurking in his expression: there was a lot jammed into those two words.

[ Ummmmm no? ]

Junko I can't let you run the risk of hurting yourself. Please understand.

[ He claps his hands together, the very picture of reasonable as he pulls them back to himself with a pleasant expression! See, there's no problem here! This is normal. In fact, he gets into step next to her by the door. It's not like it's locked... or well, it is, but not locked to people inside ]

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[Why did she think there was such a thing as reasoning with him? He had always been weirdly stubborn, and it'd been stupid to think that would change.

She doesn't say anything, Junko turns the knob and tries to get the door open. If she can at least get outside then all she has to do is run, basically.

So if it's not locked to anyone inside then it shouldn't be a problem, right?]

[ Nope, she's free to open it up! And it opens to! ... the inner courtyard complete with a pool of a motel on the outskirts of the city they live in. Actually, more like off the highway where you would leave it from. Ethan intends to walk off behind her, a hand on her shoulder as she finishes opening the door.

... HEr skin is so soft... ]

[Oh, great, she's not even anywhere near her house, let alone her neighborhood. It's staggering to realize how far out they were and his hand feels really heavy on her right about now.

Yeah, no.

Her body is still a third of the way numb but Junko goes right and breaks out into a run, so unless Ethan was ready to grip her by the air and had good aim, she's going to bolt. Granted, she's still recently drugged so she's hardly graceful, and speed is a work in progress - she knows, to a point, that he can probably catch her easily - but she's got to fucking try instead of question every little detail.]

Junko, why.

[ He whispers that to himself as she sets out at a bolt and then turns to run after her. He has no intention to grab her or tackle her, but he does break out at a spring after her. He catches up quickly, but given he's resistant to actually yank her and thus actually injure her for real, he instead shouts after her ]

Junko, please stop!

No!

[Her legs are still incredibly unsteady and every step she manages makes her chest burn. She was never a very good runner to begin with, sports and working out or whatever weren't her thing, and it's not doing her favors at the moment. But it's sheer force of will that gets her to the stairs and right upon trying to go down them she stumbles a bit, disoriented by a height that isn't even impressive, her brain is that fucking disoriented.]

You don't even like me! Why are you - why would I be here, I don't ...

[The worst thing she could do is panic but it's sort of clawing at the surface and her eyes well up with tears. She wants Rin or her dad or her mom or Yamato or Koji or anyone but ... Junko misses a step with her blurry vision, and shouts as she begins to fall.

If Ethan doesn't get her arm or her side or something, well, he'd better hope she saves herself. A cracked skull would be an awful mess.]

[ He doesn't like her? He doesn't like her? Sh really was deluded, he knew it. Of course he needed to look after her, a conclusion he coms to the moment that she gets caught up on the stairs. Fortunately, he's but a step behind her, and as quickly as she trips, he grabs hold of her from behind, putting both hands around her waist and pulling her back up to him. Of course, he's sort of nerdy himself, so he's pulled forward, but with a great show of all of his strength manages to hold her steady and even pull her back into him.

His scent is still throbbing, or as much as a clinical one can. ]

Junko, I love you.

No, [Running was an awful idea, due in no small part to the fact that she didn't succeed.] you don't.

[There have to be people down there, someone in the motel lobby or other residents and yet she's too busy feeling nauseous and weird and his scent is everywhere. Her eyes screw shut as she feels her own pulse, suddenly, like being staggered into wakefulness. This is awful.]

Rin loves me. He's not disgusted by me.

[But Ethan was. He'd never matched her sex drive and frankly put, he'd never wanted her physically or even emotionally. She'd actually been a little hurt by it, willing to overlook his borderline insanity if it meant they could be insane together. But she couldn't be with someone who didn't want her. And she had gotten over it because it all eventually lead to finding her mate.

But apparently she's stuck in some form of hell.]

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[ Rin? Who the fuck is Rin? Ethan snarls a little at the idea that she's conflating him and his affection with someone else, and he pulls her back up to a more stable position. And in this moment, he shifts his hips to rest against her - and in so doing ,the fact he has an erection is brushed up against her ass cheeks. He groans, and he shifts one of his hands holding her, to grab one of her tits through the sundress ]

Junko, I love you. I love you and we have so many plans, so much that we'll be doing in the future. And I am not disgusted by you.

[ After all, he -- ]

[She moans, and then hates herself for it, and hates him even more for proving her wrong. Unless her memory has been scrambled all the way back to December, she's pretty sure Ethan's never been this excited because of her. Overbearingly obsessed and critical of every detail? Sure. But she'd really started to think he couldn't even manage a long term hard on.]

You've never - why now?!

[Does this jerk have any idea how unattractive he made her feel for like two weeks? And now he can get a boner?

What even is her life.] You know what, never mind, just let me go.

[She tries to grab the railing while she squirms against him, because risking a concussion or death was better than getting turned on by him.]

Junko, you'll fall if I do.

[ So he won't. And stop resisting! He doesn't want to have to carry her back to the room! Largely because he's pretty sure that he couldn't. So he keeps one hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back a step and rocking his hips against her. He squeezes her breast again - clearly a rough and somewhat imprecise (for him) movement, and he inhales deep from her. He speaks softly, ]

I didn't understand before, Junko. I thought you were perfect, and while you're still the most perfect I know, I was wrong to think that you weren't... [ He doesn't want to say the word slut. He falters for a moment, and then finally says, ] slut.. And so I was the one who needed to change.

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