Chapter 90: Forgotten Memories - Distortion
Because of Lucas's shouting, Nikita lost her focus, and her power dropped back to normal. The Fenrir clan wasn't renowned for power but for their stamina and speed. Thanks to that momentary lapse of concentration, she lost the duel.
'Ah... I really lost~ even though I wanted to win so badly?'
Despite Nikita feeling like Nikolai would crush her throat. Her lips formed a distorted smile because she felt happy.
That smile seemed to come into the sight of Nikolai as he tore her flesh.
Nikita's blood covered Nikolai's face as he tightened his grip, which caused the colour of her lips to turn blue from the pressure around her neck.
A ferocious gaze filled his eyes until the moment he looked at her face, something inside him shattered. It was like a beautiful glass ornament falling from the ceiling, covering the ground with small shards that twinkled with little images.
Nikolai's eyes began to widen as his mind was overwhelmed by thousands of memories; the next moment, everything turned dark, and he lost consciousness.
"Hey! I'm Nikita. Let's be friends."
He looked at the tomboy with a cute face and a bandage on her nose, pointing at him while reading a book in the small park near his home. 'When was this... I can't quite remember...'
"Oi!"
The next moment, the young Nikolai, with short white hair and red eyes, turned his head away from the tomboy and continued reading. 'Ah... I remember, this time, it was a long time ago.'
A scene played out afterwards, with the girl getting angry and attacking Nikolai, which led to him throwing dirt in her eye and mounting her as they began to fight in the mud.
Nikolai and Nikita were then separated by their mothers not long after, covered in mud and little wounds, and both pouting at each other before telling their mothers.
Of course, both the young Nagisa and Elizabeth just laughed and hugged them. After that, they went to MoonDucks. It was a small coffee shop that had just opened its first store in the capital. 'This is the first time I saw those little drawings in the cream and froth...'
This moment was a memory of the first time the two met at five years old.
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"It's a roof, I know... but man, what a strange dream. Did I meet Nikita when I was that small? That shirt... I am pretty sure I grew out of it by my sixth birthday."
Nikolai woke up in a daze, rubbing his eyes while stretching and cracking his joints. He looked around as if in a daze, or rather like looking for someone. "Nikita?"
'What happened... we were supposed to have a date, right?'
He could remember up to the point of visiting Starbucks. However, then something happened; he grimaced, covering his face and holding his head when he tried to remember. "Ugh..."
Strange images of a beautiful werewolf lingered in his mind: white fur like snow, beautiful golden eyes, and a fierce yet distorted smile... "That werewolf, why do I feel she was beautiful, even while surrounded by blood and fire?"
"Nnn..... Mmm? Nikolai... are you okay?" A voice sounded from under the quilt, causing Nikolai's body to jitter for a moment. He recognised the voice but realised the strange warmth coming from his body wasn't from a quilt as he peeled it back.
Nikita climbed from the quilt, her face a little bruised but pretty as she rubbed her eyes and wore a thick bandage on her neck while climbing up Nikolai's chest, wrapping her arms around his neck and sticking to him.
"You were so fierce last night~ fufu, and you gave me the first genuine wound of my life, you bad boy. Mmm~ your hands are really comfortable."
"Hmmm?" Nikolai tilted his head. Nikita's affectionate actions made him feel confused, but the soft, squishy feeling of her lips pressing against his neck and cheeks, added to the sweet scent of her breath, made him ignore it.
'Genuine wound?! First?' Nikolai's head worked overtime as if cogs were spinning in his head.
'But man, Nikita's body is so soft and warm... not to mention squishy, my hands won't let go of her chest..... mmm?.'
"Chest?"
Now, he wasn't some shounen protagonist and didn't overreact. Instead, his hands began to caress and squeeze her soft marshmallows, causing the lovely wolf to kiss him more. A hot, sticky sensation spread across his neck as she began to lick him while her soft lips pressed against him.
"Ahn~ Naughty... You won once, and now you play with my breasts all night~ ehehe."
'Although I know he can't remember everything, this feels amazing~ so I won't tell him fufu. Mother's teachings are always best. Never let go of a chance if you make one! But how is Nikolai so good at these things? Is it the leech or that slut who taught him?'
Nikita's eyes narrowed as she began to suck on his neck out of irritation. Her jealousy over which woman taught him the ways to make them feel good annoyed her.
"Well, they are really soft, and each time I squeeze them, you kiss my neck like that, and it feels amazing. No man could resist such a thing, right?"
'What?! When did Nikolai stop avoiding me and become so honest? Ah... he's hard... It's not a lie!'
"Hmmm~ who taught the innocent Nikolai to do these things... I am jealous, Nn~ don't pinch me. It tingles."
Nikolai looked down at Nikita, her golden eyes peeking back at him as her lips parted from his neck, yet she continued to lick him while narrowing her eyes seductively.
"Fufu~ are you pleased?"
"Of course I am, to think that tomboy who would fight me in the mud would become such a beautiful princess."
The moment he spoke, Nikita's body froze—her eyes seemed to lose most of her arousal, and her attempts to seduce him stopped.
She just stared at him, seeming to be lost; although Nikolai could see her aura, which was filled with happiness, joy, pleasure, and curiosity, there was also fear and loneliness that appeared in the depths of her aura.
"Nikolai... do you remember?" A voice as if seeking redemption, a desperate and hopeful voice.
"Well, not everything." His words caused her ears to flop while her eyes became dull. "However, I remember that we met when I was five and you were four."
Immediately, Nikolai could hear and feel the throbbing heart of Nikita. It was loud, powerful and rapid as if his words ignited her into a frenzy. With sparkling golden eyes, she looked at him with her lips lifting into the most radiant smile as tears dripped like shooting stars beneath her eyes like the sun.
"You can remember... I'm so glad...."
'He remembered our first meeting... My Nikolai isn't gone.... was I wrong?'
Nikita's childish hatred towards his mother was because she mistakingly believed that Elizabeth did what she did to hurt him and take their memories together away... However, Nikita's gaze changed because she could see and feel it from his actions recently.
'Today he feels so different as if someone gave him freedom and released the things he lost.'
"I am sure I will remember everything, so can you give me more time, Nikita?"
Nikolai's hands wrapped around her cheeks, as she felt his warmth and the thick scent of his body, different from when they were kids. It was more mature and manly that her chest became chaotic with positive emotions.
'I waited twenty years... why can't I wait longer, hehe~ you're finally going to come back, right? But... that means he'll remember her too?! I have to stop that... he will run back to her again!'
Though she felt a moment of relief, there seemed to be memories she carried, which Nikita hoped Nikolai never remembered.
At the moment, he only felt that it was him and Nikita.
However... there was a shadow and another grown woman who met his mother in that memory, but Nikolai couldn't quite make out their figure.
"Shall we get dressed? I don't think I can endure this much longer and not attack you..." Nikolai joked because of the situation before Nikita rushed from the bed with a bright red face while quickly wearing her bra.
"N-Nothing happened... you were just tired and needed to rest."
Nikita's embarrassment brought a smile to his face as he watched her leave the room like a boy caught by his girlfriend's dad.
"However... that memory seemed strange. Some parts were blurry and hard to remember fully."
Nikolai climbed out of bed, noticing that he was a little taller, and his muscles felt tight and more compact than before—while looking in the mirror and checking his face, he noticed the dozens of red and purple kiss marks on his neck and chest, likely from Nikita.
"That girl... I wonder what happened to her neck; it looked sore. Shouldn't she have healed overnight like me?"
After getting dressed, he was about to leave the room because Sarah and Nikita seemed to argue in the other room before he stopped, and the memory from his dream flashed through his mind, causing him to feel a little curious.
'Who was the blonde girl sitting on the swing? She always watched me but was always alone...'