Sèx System: Sasuke in DxD [R-18]

His head throbs incessantly.

It's not a pleasant feeling. It feels as if there's a monkey with a cymbal that's clanging away behind his temple, aggravating all of his senses in the process.

When his eyes open, he finds that everything is blurry. His ears tingle as the sound of a flowing stream reaches them; the wind blows through his hair. Despite the blurriness, he can see colors. Green and orange, yellow and pink—a meadow, perhaps?

He claws at his throat, his tongue feeling like sandpaper. His bones ache. A vain attempt to get to his feet shows him just how weak he is.

For now, he isn't concerned with what's put him in his predicament. Instead, he's worrying about something else.

'Who am I?' is the first thing that crosses his mind.

When his eyes close, faces swim before him. He can't say that they're familiar ones. He grits his teeth.

The memories can't or won't surge forth. All he could fixate is a name—he can see the characters forming in his mind's eye.

"Sasuke," he says, his eyes sliding open. "My name is Sasuke."

Sasuke takes a few minutes to collect himself. Every bit of energy is precious, and gradually, he collects enough to push himself to his feet. His legs shake beneath him like trees in a hurricane and the throbbing in his head hasn't lessened in the slightest.

In all the turmoil that he's undergoing, Sasuke can hardly register the footsteps that approach him from behind. It's only at the last second that it clicks in his mind, and he whirls around as fast as he could, earning a wince of pain in the process.

His vision is still somewhat blurry. In spite of that, what he does see completely and utterly blows him away.

The woman who'd crept up behind him was so gorgeous that Sasuke genuinely finds it mind boggling. A slim, hourglass figure compliments a body that is nigh-perfect. Deep, raven coloured hair frames a beautiful face that's dominated by twin violet eyes that twinkle like amethysts in the early morning light. She's adorned in a pretty blue sundress that only goes down to her thighs and leaves little to the imagination.

She smiles at him. Sasuke can't stop his heart from skipping a beat.

"Hi there," she chirps, her voice sweet like honey and yet her eyes full of sin. "You seem like you're a little lost, aren't you?"

About twenty meters up stream is the woman's cottage. It's a quaint place, with a chimney that pumps smoke into the sky and a nice little garden outside. Sasuke isn't sure how he didn't spot it at first, but he isn't about to complain, especially not with the Autumn chill that sets his teeth on edge.

The woman lets both of them in.

Strangely, it seems larger on the inside than it does on the outside.

"Go ahead and take a seat," the woman says, beckoning him into a squishy chair by the fireplace. "Would you like some tea?"

"That would be nice," he admits, his voice hoarse. He settles down into the chair and has to repress a groan—it feels like a plush throne considering his current physical state.

He tries not to stare as she heads for the small kitchen, but her attire makes it difficult. As she stands on her tiptoes and fumbles through the cabinet, her blue sundress rides up and up. He bites his lip.

Curiously, he watches as she fumbles her way through the cabinets, searching for the tea leaves.

'Who doesn't know their way around their own house?' he ponders.

No comment is made by him.

Soon, the tea's ready and made. The gorgeous woman brings over two mugs and he takes one, handling it carefully. He finds the taste bitter, but with a bit of sweetness after. It's rather good.

He sips and relishes in the sensation of a quenched throat.

"Who are you?" he finally opts to ask.

"You can call me Akeno," she chirps, taking a seat in the armchair opposite him with her own mug of tea. She crosses her leg, her sundress still riding up dangerously.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Sasuke," he murmurs. "I'm sorry about the intrusion."

"There's no intrusion," Akeno says quickly. "It's been a long time since I've had some company. Where are you from, Sasuke?"

There was the golden question.

He pauses, and for a moment, contemplates lying. He can't bring himself to do it.

"I'm not sure," he confesses. "My mind's a fog at the moment."

"I understand," she says.

"You live out here by yourself?" Sasuke murmurs.

"Mhm."

Akeno hums as she cradles her cup of tea. She sips it gracefully, as a princess might.

Sasuke bites his tongue. His skin feels prickly and as he looks around, he can't help but notice how unlived in this place feels. There's no decorations or memorabilia—it's a small quaint cottage with the essentials, but that's about it.

Something about Akeno sets his teeth on edge, too.

After the euphoria from her perfect appearance had worn off, Sasuke can't help but notice something queer about her. It was Autumn outside.

Why was she wearing a sundress?

There were a few explanations he could think of, but the only one that found any ground in his mind is the idea that Akeno was expecting him. What better way to ensnare a man than to wear a skimpy little sundress? Autumn weather be damned.

"Who are you?" Sasuke finds himself asking again.

"Whatever do you mean?" Akeno replies gently, a smile dotting her lips.

"I mean that you aren't who you say you are," he says. "Everything about you isn't adding up."

Akeno taps a finger against the side of her cup.

"Am I really that obvious?" she says with a sigh.

He goes still. Almost as if expecting her to pull off a mask. Instead, she simply smiles at him.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sasuke Uchiha," Akeno says. "I am Akeno Himejima. Just not the Akeno Himejima, if that makes sense."