# The Hungry Bunny š°
Date: January 1, 2018 | Time: 11:42 AM
Location: The Gilded Tankard Inn ā Kaiser's Room
Perspective: Kaiser
The door clicked shut. I leaned back against the wood for a moment, exhaling a breath that felt like it had been trapped in my lungs since I first opened my eyes today.
I scratched the back of my head, my hair a tangled mess of half-remembered dreams and lingering irritation.
Yesterday's sleep hadn't been restful.
I stepped toward the bed, my eyes drifting toward the balcony
Ā The glass door was locked, the pale morning light filtering through it in uninviting streaks. This room was supposed to be my peace, but between Sylvia's cryptic warnings and the sheer mental tax of dealing with Lucas, my energy was already in the red.
And the day had barely started.
"Ughh time to work more," I muttered.
I reached for my leather bag, which was slumped by the bed. It was filled with the debris of my existence: metal scraps, chemical vials, and substances that would probably get me arrested in most civilized districts.
I dug through the layers, my fingers searching for anything of valueāa scrap of utility, a hint of my pride.
Finally, my hand closed around a small, cold disc.
"Found it."
I pulled out a bronze coin and held it up.
I squinted. The luster was off. The weight was wrong.
I ran a thumb over the surface, and a flake of cheap paint peeled away to reveal the rock.
I stared at it for a beat, a dry chuckle escaping my throat.
"I actually colored this myself," I sighed.
"Self-scammed. That's a new low. Too bad for whoever would've fallen for it. I guess the world is safe from my poverty for at least another hour."
I flopped onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling.
I needed a weapon. Fist fighting is aesthetically pleasing in a desperate sort of way, but I'm not nearly "cool" enough to make a career out of broken knuckles and bruised pride.
My daggers were gone. The last time I saw them, they were being wielded by my second body's consciousness in that frantic blur against Sylaphine. Now they were likely rotting in some damp cave, or worse, serving as toothpicks for a forest monster with better loot-luck than me.
I clenched my fist in mock mourning.
Those daggers cost me 25 bronze! They started as copper, and I'd meticulously replaced the components with steel until they were perfect. My beloved blades, lost to the void of a battlefield I couldn't even return to.
"Maybe a long-range option this time," I mused, my mind running through schematics. "Not a bowātoo much maintenance. A reaper? A composite blade?"
They'd be expensive. Way out of my current "unemployed teenager" budget.
Click.
The sound was subtleāa shift in the room's pressure rather than a loud noise. I didn't even have time to finish the thought before the latch turned.
She stepped inside with a stride that suggested she owned the air I was currently breathing. With a flick of her wrist, a shimmer of cursed magic washed over the door frame.
The lock engaged with a heavy, final thud.
I didn't move. I stayed flat on my back, watching her through half-lidded eyes as she marched toward the bed. She stood over me, her shadow stretching across the sheets.
"Hi, Celia," I said, my voice as casual as if we were discussing the weather.
"Why are you in my room?"
"YOU!" she hissed.
The word wasn't a greeting. It was an indictment.
"Me," I agreed, tilting my head slightly to look her in the eye. "I'm usually the one in here. It's on the lease. Mostly."
She looked like she wanted to either kill me or consume me. Given her current reaction, the difference was becoming academic.
I sat up slowly, the bed creaking under my weight.
"You look like you've had a breakthrough. Care to share with the average guy, or should I just guess which part of my past is currently offending you?"
"Don't play with me, Kai," she whispered, her voice trembling with a violent, possessive need.
"How could youā! You... you're a liar, Kai! Sylvia told me... she told me about you and Sophia!"
Okay I knoā
"Don't you dare!" she shrieked, cutting me off before I can even think.
"Don't you dare defend her! You had a relationship! A history! You had smiles for her that I've never seen! You were out there... with her! And the kissāthat kiss at the Soulmate Villageāwas it even your first?"
"Tell me! Noādon't tell me! If you say it wasn't, I'll actually set this building on fire!"
I should probably be worried about the fire threat, but honestly, I'm still mourning those 25 bronze daggers. At least they died in a cave. I'm about to die in my room because I didn't disclose my previous "relationship" history to a crazy girl.
"Celia, if you'd just let meā"
"And another thing!" she surged forward, her knees hitting the edge of the mattress.
"Why do you want to join strangers!? You partied with strangers instead of me! Lucas and I were right there! We're your team! We're your... your everything! But no, you'd rather go off with people you don't even know, probably looking for bitch to smile at! Is that it?"
"Am I not enough? Is my soul not tied to yours tightly enough?!"
I blinked.
Strangers? Oh man, she thinks I have the energy to flirt with random people.
"Technically, I amā"
"I don't care about your reasons!" she yelled, her face getting closer to mine.
"I don't care about logic! I care that you're mine!"
"You belong in my sight, in my reach, in my very arms! I won't forgive anyone! I'll kill each and every girl you've ever spoken to, so I am the only girl you've ever known!"
She was panting now, her chest heaving, her face flushed a deep, frantic red. She looked terrifying.
She also, in a very twisted, 'I-might-get-stabbed' way, looked almost cute in her desperation.Ā
Like a kitten trying to swallow a tiger.
"You're mine..." she whispered, her voice finally breaking as she ran out of oxygen. She was breathless, her hands gripping the sheets so hard the fabric began to groan.
"You're mine, Kai. Only mine. Always mine. Never... ever... anyone else. What... what do you have to say for yourself?!"
I stared at her. Her red eyes were blown wide, shimmering with tears and madness.
If I stay lying down, I'm just a victim.
It's time.
I stood over her, Celia's chest was still hitching, her red eyes searching mine for a reactionāanger, denial, anything.
Wink.
Her brain seemed to stall.
Before she could process the shift in my expression, I moved. I didn't give her the chance to reset.
My hand clamped firmly onto her waist, pulling her flush against me for a fraction of a second, while my other hand latched onto her left wrist.
"K-Kaiā?"
I backed her toward the bed.
She stumbled, her calves hitting the frame, and I followed her down.
I guided her fall, my right hand slipping behind her head to cushion the impact against the mattress, while my left drove her hand up, pinning it securely above her head.
I dropped my weight onto her, my knee sliding between the middles of her thighs to lock the lower body in place.
She was trapped under me.
Then, I leaned down.
Kissing her.
I felt her gasp into my mouth, her body tensing into a rigid line of shock. I pushed deeper, letting my tongue do the talking, asserting a level of dominance that logic could never reach.
For a few seconds, she fought herself. Her free hand clutched at the bedsheets, her fingers twitching with a frantic, rhythmic spasmāthe last remnants of her anger trying to find a way out.Ā
She let out a muffled, shaky sound against my lips, a soft "Nghā" that was half-protest and half-surrender.
Slowly, the twitching stopped.
Her hand went limp against the sheets, and her body softened, melting into the mattress as she gave up the ghost of her rage and simply let me take what I wanted.
I stayed there for a long moment, breathing her in, before I finally pulled back.
Celia looked completely different.
Her face was a deep, burning crimson, her lips slightly parted and glistening. Her red eyes were blown wide, gleaming with a mixture of dazed shock and a vulnerability she usually hid behind her mania.
She looked weak, beautiful, and utterly breathless.
She tried to bring her free hand up to cover her faceāa sudden, desperate attempt to hide her flustered state.
I caught it mid-air.
I pulled that hand up too, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one of mine. She looked up at me, trapped and exposed, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow bursts.
"Don't act shy now," I said, my voice dropping into a low. "You're the one who started this."
I leaned closer, my shadow once again swallowing her.
"I want you to be a good girl and remain quiet while I talk. Understood?"
"Mmmm..." she hummed, a small, helpless sound. She couldn't even manage a 'yes.' Her gaze was locked on mine, her usual fire replaced by a submissive haze.
"To put it simply, I let my tongue do the talking," I whispered, my breath ghosting over her lips. "And look at you now. You were ranting so much just a minute ago... and now you're nothing but a bunny trapped under my grip."
"Cute."
Celia pressed her lips together, her face darkening into a final, total blush. She didn't look away. She couldn't.
Right now, Celia isn't just a girl; she's being the queen of curses to my past. If I explain the 'academy' if I reveal the truth about Elfie, It'll be like a ticking bomb.
Tremendously worse doesn't even cover it. I don't want her anywhere near the name Elfie. The only way to save the room, and likely the town, is to overwrite her obsession with a more immediate obsession.
I leaned in closer, my lips nearly brushing the shell of her ear. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her pulse thrummed against my thumb where I held her wrists.
"Tell me now, bunny," I whispered, my voice vibrating with that low, heavy authority. "What are you craving?"
Celia blinked, her long lashes fluttering against her cheeks. She tried to speak, her mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. She looked smaller like thisāstripped of her malice and reduced to a flustered, stuttering mess.
"I... IāI..."
She was too shy to find the words. The 'yandere' who was ready to burn the world a minute ago was now struggling to form a coherent sentence because I touched her waist.
"You're a good girl, aren't you?" I asked, my tone shifting into something more nurturing, yet undeniably dominant.
"Y-Yes..." she swallowed hard, her voice a tiny, fragile thing. "Yes, daddy."
...What. Okay. I didn't see THAT specific situation coming, but if this is the script she wants to play, I'll be the best lead she's ever had. Whatever keeps the 'Jealousy' from swallowing us both.
I didn't let the confusion show on my face. Instead, I tightened my grip on her wrists for a second, just enough to remind her who was in control, before slowly sliding my hand down to catch her fingers.
"I'll... I'll be a g-good girl," she whispered, her head bowing as if she couldn't handle the weight of my gaze. "I promise."
"Then tell me what you want."
"I... I want..." She took a shaky breath, her fingers curling into mine. "I want d-daddy's lap. Please."
I let out a soft, humored huff.
I released her hands and sat up, shifting back until I was leaning against the wooden headboard of the bed. Without a word, I reached out and hooked my arms under her, lifting her light frame as if she weighed nothing.
"Ekk!"
The sound escaped her as I pulled her onto my lap.
I wrapped my arms firmly around her, one hand resting across her stomach and the other splayed over her chest, anchoring her against me. I felt her heart hammering like a trapped bird against my palm.
"Better?" I asked, resting my chin on her shoulder.
"Ngh... yes," she breathed, her entire body trembling.
She leaned back into me, her head finding the crook of my neck. All the tension, the jealousy, and the cold emptiness she'd been carrying seemed to drain out of her, replaced by a desperate, vulnerable need for contact.
"I love it... I love it so much when you're like this. When you're mine like this."
"Do you like being my good girl, Celia?"
"I do," she whispered, her hand reaching up to clutch at my arm, her touch possessive yet submissive.
"I love it when you tell me what to do. When you... when you look at me and I know I'm the only thing you see."
She turned her face slightly, her red eyes gleaming with a newfound clarityāa singular focus.
"Daddy..." she murmured, her voice regaining a bit of its strength but none of its anger.
She turned in my arms, looking up at me with a pout that was half-seductive and half-childish.Ā
"I'm a needy little girl... and I need your attention right now. All of it. Don't look at anything else. Don't think about anything else."
"Okay, baby girl," I said, my voice smooth and final. "I'll give it to you."
The duality of Celia is something I haven't fully mapped. This is the same person who, not ten minutes ago, was ready to burn this building down.
To the rest of the world, she's a terrifying queen of curses, a cold-eyed apex predator. Yet here she is, tucked into my lap, vibrating with a level of submissiveness that defies all logic.
It's truly odd.
I shifted my grip, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw before tilting her head up. Her face was still flushed, her breathing shallow.
"Tell me something, bunny," I said, my voice smooth and resonant against her ear.
"Why the sudden change? One second you're ready to burn the building down, and the next you're acting like a good girl. Why do you want to be like this for me?"
Celia blinked, her gaze unfocused for a second before she let out a tiny, melodic giggle. She leaned into my chest, her hands finding the hem of my shirt and twisting the fabric.
"Silly daddy..." she whispered, the stutter finally beginning to fade into a soft, playful lilt. "You forgot how b-bratty I can be when I want you all to myself. If I'm a good girl... you won't look at anyone else, right? You'll only have eyes for your bunny."
She shifted, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling herself closer, her heart beating against mine.
"Besides... my soulmate is also like a father figure to me. It makes sense."
No, it actually doesn't. That doesn't make sense at all. But I suppose arguing semantics with a girl currently high is a losing battle.
Instead, I let my hand slide down her back, my touch deliberate and grounding.
The term 'Daddy' isn't just a label; it's a role. It invokes a sense of being looked after. She sees me as someone stable, dependable, and capable of handling the 'heavy lifting' of life's problems.
In the outside world, she has to be the weapon. But in this room, she can be the girl.
"Is that so?" I murmured, my hand moving to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair.
I applied just enough pressure to make her look at me, giving her those butterflies I knew were currently swarming in her chest.
"You like it when I take the lead, don't you? When I don't give you a choice but to be quiet and listen."
"I... I love it," she confessed, her eyes gleaming with that dangerous, adoring light. She was being so good, her body reacting to every shift in my posture, every command in my tone. It was like talking to a completely different person. The submissive haze had swallowed the monster, leaving only the girl who belonged to me.
I held her for a while, letting the silence settle. I could feel her relaxing completely, her head resting on my shoulder as she basked in the attention.
She was needy, yes, but in this state, that need was manageable.
Then, I caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.
11:55 AM.
I had things to do.
I tried to move a little.
Immediately, the atmosphere in the room curdled.
Celia's body went from soft to rigid in less than a second.
Her eyes, which had been dazed and flustered, snapped wide open. The red glow in her pupils intensified, the "good girl" mask slipping just enough to reveal the possessive iron beneath.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
It was a demand. Her grip on my shirt tightened until I heard the threads groan.
And there it is. The 'bunny' has teeth again. Big problem. But... no problem. I've handled many unknown entities with less effort than it takes to get out of this bed.
I looked back down at her, my expression remaining unbothered.
"I'm not done yet,"
"Celiaā"
I didn't get to finish.
The Ring of Empty Chaos on her finger pulsed with a violent, cobalt flare.
Before I could calculate a counter-move, the sound of rattling metal filled the small room. Chains of dark, translucent energy erupted from the air itself, coiling around my wrists with the weight of cold iron.
She didn't just push me; she drove me.
With a strength fueled by her manic resolve, she slammed her palms against my chest, forcing me back against the mattress.
I hit the bed with a muffled thud, my arms immediately pinned above my head as the chains latched onto the headboard, tightening until the wood groaned under the tension.
She crawled over me, her movements fluid and predatory, until she was straddling my waist. She leaned down, her face inches from mine, her red eyes swirling with a mixture of desperate hunger and absolute triumph.
"Take off your clothes," she said. "We need to talk."
I blinked, staring up at her. "Excuse me?"
The silence stretched for a heartbeat before a small, jagged giggle escaped her lips. She tilted her head, her hair veiling our faces in a private, dim world.
"Just kidding," she whispered, though her eyes didn't look like they were joking.
"But I do want to taste you for a bit more. So just lay back, Kai... I'll do the rest."
"Celia, listen to reason for once,"
Despite being literally shackled to a piece of furniture I had the confidence to talk.
"This isn't 'good girl' behavior. This is a kidnapping. In my own room."
"A hungry good girl gets what she wants," she countered, her thumb tracing the line of my lower lip, dragging slightly.
"You said I was a bunny, right? Well... bunnies are very needy. And I'm starving, Kai. I'm so hungry for you that it hurts. Every second you're not looking at me, I feel like I'm disappearing."
She leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. "I don't care about the past. I don't care about the answers. I just want to taste you until there's nothing left for anyone else to find."
I think there is no escapeā¦
I looked at the chains, then back at the red-eyed disaster currently hovering over me.
But this? I have no counter-move for this. Between the level-cap, the lost daggers, and the fact that my 'soulmate' is currently a hair's breadth away from devouring me...
I'm finished.