Himitsu! The Villainess Lives a Double Life...!? | Fleur

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The young fairy had passed through the open door, and suddenly she had the store to herself, or so she liked to believe given how empty everything looked. It was the perfect place to enjoy her coffee in silence without the sound of the everlasting chitter-chatter from fellow coffee-lovers next door. The lively music was all kinds of great there, but she wanted total silence to reign over rhythm, just this once, and sought the rare tranquility she craved in such a comic book goldmine.


The only sound that could be heard within the vicinity of the elderly shop owner was the rosy lips of their latest blue-wigged customer pressing gently down on a stiff green straw with the look of pure enjoyment on her face at being able to savor the cinnamon roll flavored frappuccino.


Her big, bug-like eyes were the deepest color of cherry, obscured only by sunglasses so tacky and humorous, as they scanned over books-a-plenty and landed finally on the old couple that ran the store diligently over the years.


If the winged dear squinted hard enough, the lines that blemished the pair’s sagging complexions, the speckles that dusted their ivory features a beautiful brown, the natural signs of aging would vanish from their flesh momentarily. Fleur felt she could reverse the hands of time with her mind’s eye and replenish their dying youth in her memories.


She recognized them as the veils of deja vu were finally lifted by the less than nimble fingers of familiarity, and she couldn’t help but stare as she recalled being much younger and twenty-something when she saw them last, entering this little treasure trove littered with nerd culture and wonder. They were so young back then, so warm and full of life. Her heart skipped a bittersweet beat as she raised her hand to greet them, feeling a little sentimental all of a sudden, not caring if the exchange was awkward for all parties involved, especially since they couldn’t exactly see through her disguise or understand the rather honeyed greeting.


The time for sweetness came to a close as a pretty thing walked past her with a touch of merriment in her voice, bubbly cuteness dressing the slim one from head to toe with the purest blessing of nerdy ambition so suitable for a girl her age; only if the assumption of her being human was in some way accurate and true.


One could never be too sure in this world. She could have been a baby-faced angel with hidden wings and be a good thousand years older than Fleur for all she knew.


The fake bluenette placed her drink on a level surface of who knows what to adjust the cuffs of her lightweight, white lantern-sleeved top and yawned.


The gleam of a colorful book caught her eye, and she laughed deeply, ignoring the naughty opus covering most of the magnificence that was  Himitsu! The Villainess Lives a Double Life...!?


Was this a continuation of one of her old favorites? If so, she couldn’t have been any happier to rekindle old interests. “Yes way.” She whispered under her breath, an ominous shadow playing over her shades and nose, as a gremlin took over her spirit and sized her down to a hand, “You’re so mine, baby!”


Small Fleur sprung her colorful red wings to life, and flew close to the floor and ascended over the silhouette of the youth once she was ready to propel to a more upward curve with a massive downpour of sparkles to alert the other young woman of her presence. She didn’t think about the consequences of her diminutive form, it seemed, as she nearly met a lowly mosquito’s doom. A flurry of books were being messily, frantically tossed about and Fleur, pumped to the max with adrenaline, bounced off the books with all the stumbling grace of a video game character trying desperately to dodge an assortment of pixelated obstacles.  She was so thankful for her choice in high waisted jeans, but not for her taste in footwear. Running off flying book covers in high heels, she could say with extreme certainty, was a pain in the royal rump as she found herself nearly sandwiched between two catapulting sets. She feared for her beautiful wings so badly, she barrel-rolled to the side and crashed squarely into the cheek of the girl.


Screaming the warrior cry of a chipmunk, Fleur forgot that she sounded pretty funny to giants in this particular state, but there was nothing to laugh about being in the presence of a fairy. They were the trolls of the Gaiyans, and perhaps a piece of that shined brightly in Fleur today.


She grabbed the cherub-faced girl by her soft, shiny, wavy brown bangs and scaled her fuzzy scalp with a vengeance. She climbed boldly to the top, extremely fearless and unyielding to the possibilities of being ultimately smacked off by a hand bigger than her entire body. As though about to strike a flag deep into her hair to mark her territory, exuding a funny Mighty Mouse persona that was too jarring, she took off once again and landed on the forbidden racket with all the naughty works for screaming perverts to behold.


What she didn’t count on doing today, was to have posed so perfectly over the form of a naked woman on the cover of a kinky doujin, censored by tentacles. Fleur was about to accuse her rival of being a psycho; that is, until she turned around and met face to face with the same censored protagonist of: Mr. Tentacles & I.


Fleur turned blue with disgust and anger. She used this moment to blow off her steam, having been momentarily frightened into thinking she was going to get a dirty 2D tentacle up the butt: “I get it. We have our kinks, we should be open-minded to the ultimate brand of weird that's out there for the plucking and that’s perfectly fine. Healthy, even. But also, that’s completely wrong. You shouldn’t be a monster-fucker, children.” She continued boldly, pulling the big bad doujin to the left and knocking it over the shelf. “That’s borderline, oh, I don’t know, beastiality? We don’t do our forest friends, you bunch of tools.”


The rambling fairy gasped as she saw her precious Himi, her greatest spirit animal, her soul sister. It almost moved her to tears.


But she was a strong girl. No tears for this lady because this was a moment of victory!

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The small light in the room now, a thousand times brighter and a warmer red, took to fondling her finger-kicked shin. But different from the sound of her pained hopping came the awed cooing of the big-fingered menace. Her gaze led her to their prized comic series and the immediate downfall of the fairy.

She fell off the shelf for a good bit before remembering she had wings.

Silly Gaiyan.

Startled Fleur had now cast off all disguise of restraint, and was darting at her victim from every direction, pinching her cheeks each time she touched. “I don’t know how to break this to you, but the world got together and decided that from now on, everyone is entitled to every opinion under the sun! Am I suddenly the exception to that now? Think about where I’m coming from, alright? What would their children look like?! They’re going to have faces only a mother could love!”

She grabbed hold of the comic book with her entire body and clung desperately to it, spitting out pieces of her fake blue hair from her mouth.

Oh, what a nasty flavor.

“Dirty casual? Fine, I’ll let that slide. I’ve been called worse, but you’ve gotta let me have this. It’s the only copy available! I don’t know of any other place that has it! I’m lucky I can even go outside today!” she ran her mouth, not letting up the book still in youth’s vice.

She feared a paper cut more than the average being, and tried to adjust her koala’ing so as to not get her little body mercilessly sliced up by giant paper.

Fleur felt just a smidge pathetic for allowing her desperation to bubble to the surface like this; she could almost hear her uncle’s violin singing her tale of woe, and in her effort not to fly off the edge again — the wig she so commonly wore crawled off her head.

Not that she noticed the falling pile of blue. She was starting to notice her shades flopping about her face, and wasn’t sure whether to let go of the book to fix that right up or to sacrifice her ridiculous sunglasses to the shade gods.

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