Tmkoc Sex Stories Convergence: THE VEIL OF TRUTHS
Convergence: THE VEIL OF TRUTHS
(Dumb... Dub-dum...!!)The silence in that place was not an emptiness; it was absolute, an absence of sound so pure that Shija could hear the echo of his own pulse, now rhythmic and strangely warm.
(Where...?)
Before him and all around, there was no trace of the light that had expanded across the firmament.
(... This situation... Again...)
In its place, the air smelled of fresh jasmine and a rain that never quite managed to fall.
(... No... This time... It seems to be different...)
When Shija opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed were his hands, which appeared intact.
(My hands... It’s as if...)
His hands looked young, firm, flawless; they were the hands of the young samurai who once left his dojo with an unbreakable oath, before the world, his experiences, and Melioris broke him.
(No... this isn't real...)
However, to him, that perfection reflected in his eyes was insulting.
"... Hey... Are you there...?"
But despite that, Shija maintained his calm with resignation, feeling the smooth skin where he knew there should be furrows of pain as he tried to call out to the doll's consciousness, which did not respond.
"....."
It was as if time had wound back, erasing the sacrifices and miseries that had forged him in his absence.
"Are you finished admiring the reflection of what you used to be~?"
However, at that moment, abruptly interrupting Shija’s internal reflection, a familiar voice resonated...
(Tliiin...)
In turn, the soft clink of a silver spoon against porcelain sliced through the static air.
"¡¿?!"
In response, Shija snapped his head up.
"In this situation... I believe I should say... nice to see you again...?"
And looking a few meters away, seated at a blindingly white table floating over a floor of liquid crystal, he found Melioris.
"YOU...?!"
She looked exactly as Shija remembered her, wearing the same smile she had when she had arbitrarily decided to leave, saying goodbye to both Shija and Boudica.
"Did you know that, apparently, jasmine tea has a very narrow temperature window before it turns bitter~?"
Ignoring such events, however, Melioris proceeded to watch him with amusement, holding her cup lazily.
"Tea? After all this time... you come to talk to me about the temperature of a tea?"
In response, Shija's voice came out raspier than his "young" vocal cords suggested.
"Don't mess with me!!"
Immediately, Shija's scream tore through the tranquil atmosphere of the "garden" where they stood...
"Tea?! You come to talk to me about the temperature of a damn tea?!"
There was no calm or patience; only the roar of a man who has been dismantled and reconstructed constantly until his breaking point.
"I’ve had enough of your games!"
He took a violent step toward the table.
"I wonder what you mean by that~?"
The liquid crystal beneath his feet stained dark green where his shadow was cast.
"TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON!"
As he approached, his figure began to change and emerald snakes appeared beneath his skin, hissing faintly, stretching until they claimed a large part of his being.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO ACHIEVE?!"
He was furious...
"... Over and over... things keep happening... things that no one seems to talk about!!"
... He was tired.
"I've just been moving without direction since I arrived at that... place... BUT...!!"
And even so, he did not back down.
"My~ what a terrible mood!"
But Melioris, nonetheless, did not change her posture.
"Well, I can understand what you're going to say, and I also think that at this point, a plot explanation is very much necessary... So... where to begin...?"
She, watching Shija's change in behavior as he—letting out his emotions and accumulated stress while he spoke—adopted a more mature form, losing the pigmentation of his hair, tilted her head, holding the porcelain cup with one hand while playing with a strand of her silver hair with the other.
"Oh, I've got it! How about you take a seat first!"
Then Melioris, with a graceful and almost lazy flick of her free hand, caused the liquid crystal in front of her to mold itself into an immaculate white chair, identical to her own.
"Here, have some tea~"
The gesture was a silent invitation, an offer of civility that clashed violently with the storm of adrenaline coursing through Shija's body.
"....."
In response, he watched her for what felt like an eternity.
(... Still the same... Damn it...)
His knuckles, now framed by callouses and scars, began to show slight fissures as they creaked while clenching, as if they were made of broken glass.
(... No... In this state, I understand... She...)
At the same time, at that moment, Shija felt the emerald snakes beneath his skin hissing at a frequency only he could feel, vibrating with a specific emotion...
(... You also seem to be unwell...)
Nevertheless, Shija forced his lungs to inhale the jasmine-scented air.
"... Haaa... Fuuh..."
Only upon understanding that did Shija, after squeezing his eyes shut—blocking out for a second the sight of that eternal and arbitrary smile that irritated him so much...
"ALL RIGHT."
He repressed the emotional outburst, sinking his fury into the deepest part of his being, right where Melioris's soul used to listen in silence.
"... But I'm warning you of one thing."
And with a sudden movement, devoid of any elegance, Shija slumped into the seat.
"When all of this is over..."
The impact of his body against the liquid crystal chair produced no sound, but the emotional shockwave caused the dark green beneath his feet to expand—like a ink stain in pure water—claiming his territory before the tea table.
"Without a shadow of a doubt... I will cut you down!!"
Seated across from her, his hair already stripped of its original color and his eyes bloodshot with a grim determination, Shija leaned his arms on the table, defying the garden's calm.
"My... You really have changed... Well, in that case, I can't wait~!"
However, Melioris did not seem unfazed by Shija's sentence.
"How impatient you've become..."
On the contrary, she closed her eyes for a moment, letting the steam from the jasmine tea caress her face before taking a slow, almost ceremonial sip.
"... I am so envious."
As she did, her gaze drifted toward the sky—a blue so clear and perfect it felt artificial, an endless canvas where her heterochromatic eyes seemed to lose themselves in a sea of complex emotions, indecipherable even to someone who knew her, or thought he knew her, as well as he did.
"But I suppose it’s only fair."
But as the answers were spoken, Shija would come to understand...
(... Tliiing)
... That he really understood nothing at all.
"Consider this a small courtesy, an 'off-camera interview,' if you prefer."
After breaking the silence with the crystalline sound of the porcelain returning to the table, Melioris fixed her eyes back on Shija, maintaining that calm smile that looked like an immovable porcelain mask, while a sudden wind began to blow between them, tossing the strands of both their hair in opposite directions.
"A space where the usual rules do not apply and where answers do not have to hide behind the veil of what the world expects to see."
Melioris interlaced her fingers on the table, leaning just a little bit forward, breaking the safety distance Shija was trying to maintain.
"Come... Let us begin. I will grant you some truths before the curtain falls once again."