Title: If You Could be Someone Like Me~
Character: Tact Mayers, hinted TactxMilfeulle
Rating: K+
Setting: Elisor, year 412
Summary: Well, his day wasn't going as planned, but that wasn't unusual because...
...He was Tact Mayers.
A moron, as you would say. No, that isn't the right word here....
A Pervert.
Much better. Tact Mayers, age twenty one, gender male, etcetera, etcetera, was having the quote, "Worst Day Ever That a Man Could Ever Have." Though, anyone would probably wonder, 'Why isn't everyday a living nightmare for him?' Well, I guess that's up for him to decide.
Tact woke up to a pleasent morning. It was a nice hour of four thirty A.M., and the black space was wonderful; because, as we all know, space is wonderful, with stars that each out billions of light years with no end to it. Anyway, He got out of bed and did the daily rituals of any human being which included:
Going to the shower rooms, taking a shower, drying himself off, puting on his uniform, drying his hair, brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, though no matter how hard he tried, still looked like something burried itself in there, walking to the bridge, sitting down and doing nothing.
"Why am I sitting here doing nothing?"
Rester looked over at him with his single eye and sighed. "What do you mean by 'nothing'"
Tact laid his chin on his hand. "Well, all I ever do is sit here and wait for Eonia's ships to attack us. I mean, they really take awhile doing so. I can't remember the last time I fought one of his goons."
Rester decided he wasn't going to ask Tact what a 'goon' was. Of course, he really didn't understand why he became friends with Tact. At the academy where they first met, Tact DID waltz up to him, say hello, then go barreling after a girl once her skirt accidently flew up. But, that was kind of besides the point. Sometimes, I wonder why I bother. Going over memories with him, he wasn't a rose at all.
"...Rester~"
Rester jumped back because now the twenty one year old had stuck his face right up into his own face. Rester growled and then punched Tact for invading his personal space.
"B-but Rester..."
"Whatever, get back to work."
Tact moaned and sat down, rubbing his cheek. He sighed and watched space go by.
One hour later...
Tact decided to play with his finger nails, cleaning out whatever dirt was there.
Another hour went by...
...and Tact had fallen asleep, soon to be smacked in the head by Rester. Tact then whined about how Rester was too harsh, so Rester hit him on the head again.
A third hour went by...
"It's time to get the Angel Tai up! See ya, Rester!"
Tact bolted out before Rester could react. He sighed and smiled happily. "Well, better do as I say!" He walked down two halls and stood infront of the corridor with the Angel Tai's rooms in them. He would go from easiest to hardest. Because, it's better to deal with challenges later, he mused. So, he went into Vanilla's room first. it was a rather peaceful room, with a bed on the west wall with a small desk by it's side. The wall infront of him had a place to sit down with a cylinder fish tank on either side. He smiled and walked in slowly. He sat down and found a bundle of green hair. It turned over to reveal a young teenager's face. He only had to say her name to wake her up.
"Vanilla..."
Her eyes opened to reveal pools of red. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. The small fox-like creature next to her woke up as well and chirped. It slowly walked up onto Vanilla's shoulder and laid down once again. She turned her head and smiled a bit. "Good morning, Tact-san..."
"Good morning. Sleep well?"
"Yes...I will be out of my room in a moment..."
Tact got up and patted her head before leaving her room. Next is Mint. He smiled a bit and walked over to the next room on his right, the middle door. He opened it.
It was more of a techlogical base than a room, bit it still resembled a room...minus the dome-like thing in the center. The cover of the dome was glass and visible. He peered in and saw what looked like a ten year old inside. She was not ten, however, she was sixteen, despite appearences. Even the extra set of fluffy, white, dog/rabbits ears on the side of her head threw anyone off, but they were indeed real.
He tapped the glass lightly and it immediately opened. Mint sat up and her ears moved up and down twice. She smiled and stood up. "Ah, Tact-san. Good morning."
"Good morning, Mint, sleep well?"
"Why yes, yes I did! I just ordered a new cosplay outfit last night. It should be comming in the mail soon, so I will let you know when the cargo ship will arrive."
He nodded and left her room. He moved to the room left side of the hall and to the first room and went inside. This room had a mixed feel to it. The room had chinese decorative window panneling and it was very exotic. The bed, however, was a girly bed with a canopy over it. The curtains were currently covering the beauty inside. He gulped a bit and walked over to the bed, moving the curtains over to reveal the eighteen year old inside. She was strong, beautiful, had long, blonde hair, tan skin...anything a guy could ever want and lust over. The triangle circle mark on her head was even aparent too. Nobody knew if that was a jewel or not but...
"R-ranpha?"
He shook her a bit. She woke up, turned over and saw Tact. He nervously grinned at her and waved a bit. There was a pause...
"KKKKKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
"WWAAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!:
Ranpha huffed, her leg extended from her bed covers. Tact, on the other hand, was currently on the other side of the room, his body crippled on the floor and his head bleeding. There was a dent in Ranpha's door from where Tact's head hit.
"Oh...Tact...good morning. You okay?"
He got up and rubbed his head. "Heh heh heh..." She glared at him. "I asked you a reasonable question!"
"I'm fine, Ranpha!"
Ranpha smiled. "Okay, make sure Vanilla heals it later."
He left the room and wiped the blood off of his face. The next room was on the same hall and right of Ranpha's room. Forte's room. Now, Forte was pretty difficult, since usually, she would be hung over or something like that. He opened the door and was greated by the massive gun collection on Forte's walls. He walked into the room and tripped over the couch. He groaned and got up and then looked down. Forte was on the ground, right at his feet, sleeping. Tact blushed because her breasts were practically showing off in his face, not that they were already hard to miss. Being the eldest at age twenty two, the most mature and the most physically round out, Forte had mesmerizing features.
He bent down and looked at her. It wasn't the best thing, since it looked like he was about to molest her. He gulped and poked her cheek. She gurgled under him and turned over. His face twisted with fear and he poked her cheek again. "F-forte?"
He jumped back on the couch and watched the figure rise. She moaned and rubbed her head. "Damn...oh...Tact... mornin'. I'll be up in a minute...good luck with Milfie." He nervously nodded and bolted out. I'm lucky she didn't try and shoot me this time!
Tact wandered to the right side and to the very first room. It opened easily to a very nice room. A kitchen on his left, a table in the center and a bed on the right. The window over the bed had pots with flowers in it. The shelf above the bed had stuffed animals. He smiled softly and walked closer into the room. He saw the lump in the bed and sat down on the left side and at the head of the bed, which was against the back wall. The lump turned over twice before staying in one position, which happened to reveal her face. She was seventeen years old, her face still showing childish features. Her medium length pink hair flowed out of the sheets with her flower head band near her bottom, since it must of fallen off during the night. He couldn't help but blush. Tact did have some feelings for the girl, since they spent so much time together. Though, she was the most difficult to wake up.
Once she was awoken, however, she was like sunshine. He bent over, his face near hers. It was wrong to kiss her, especially in her sleep, but...the peaceful look on her face invited Tact so...inch by inch...his lips were now just a slither apart his eyes gazng at her, ever so kindly, warmly. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers. This only lasted for a few seconds because she moved under him, so he quickly pulled away, trying to figure out what he had just done.
She gurgled and sat up. Stretching and yawning, she smiled cheerfully at Tact. "Good morning, Tact-san!"
"Hi, Milfie."
She got out of bed and stretched. Milfeulle then turned on the lights and smiled again. "I dunno why, but I had a nice sleep! I felt like something warm touched me...but then I saw you!" He smiled and got up. "Well, I'll let you change then."
She waved goodbye and Tact closed the door once he was outside. He thought for a moment and decided that it was best if he kept that kiss a secret. He walked down the hall and to the bridge. Maybe today will be good afterall...It's not everyday that Milfie wakes up easily!
Or...so he thought.
The End
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