Homebound with Shiki
Type-Moon Size Interactive
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
There wasn't any other option, even if he was a microbe Mikiya wouldn't let himself go a day with being around Shiki. Everyone in the room didn't look surprised by his answer, although Azaka did look upset. Only giving a nod Touko reached for a brown coat, "Alright then. Let's all get back here tomorrow and tackle this problem then." Nonchalantly the woman reached her arms into her sleeves to signal everyone to go. Azaka left first, quickly walking out the door without grabbing anything. She seemed upset for some reason, but Mikiya couldn't understand what. Did she want to get picked?
"Woah!" While thinking Mikiya didn't notice the two fingernails plucking him off the desk until they already grasped his shirt. Already in her trademark red-jacket, Shiki dangled him before her face. "Ready Kokutou?" As always her voice held no trace of emotion. For some reason Mikiya found that pleasant, that even in this situation she was the same. "Yeah Shiki, but um..." He made a troubled face. "...Uh Where are you going to carry me? You can't just hold me like this the whole way."
"Oh..." Shiki made a sound like she didn't think it mattered." Her free hand reached into a jacket pocket, "There." It wasn't a question, rather more of a statement. Before the shrunken man could even reply he was already shoved into its dark confines with Shiki's hand. It was kind of rough but she at least had the forethought to keep a hold on Mikiya to make sure nothing bad happened to him. And hey, he kind of liked being held in her fingers. It was sort of like holding hands.
Shiki began to walk towards the door, one hand in a pocket with Mikiya and the other free.
"Shiki..."
"Hmm?" She turned to face Touko.
"Be gentle with him."
"Whatever." The woman gave a careless wave as she turned around and left.
The walk back to Shiki's place was nothing spectacular. Her hand assured Mikiya didn't bounce around or fall out and his size kind of ruled out talking, not that Shiki would've responded anyway. For the most part it was just a dull walk, at least for Shiki. Mikiya on the other hand...The initial comfort he had of being so close to Shiki quickly gave way to problems. The big one: body heat. Shiki's hand slowly warmed up in her pocket, not really a big deal but even a couple degrees to someone shrunken was enough that it soon felt like someone turned the heater on. Shiki's pocket was beginning to feel stuffy very fast and Mikiya couldn't do anything about it. He managed to keep himself happy by looking at the positives though, namely thinking about Shiki. Yeah his affection bordered on obsession but still, in the dark times it really did help out. Like now, Mikiya could spend his time thinking about how hot and stuffy it was during the little ten minute walk. Or he could focus on the finer things, like the softness of Shiki's hands and how it felt like silk was wrapped around him. How her warmth, while stifling, had this odd sort of comfortable quality to it. Maybe how the whole pocket had the scent that could only be described as Shiki. So many little things that drove Mikiya's love-driven mind to bliss.
Naturally though, Shiki did arrive home after a while. Mikiya winced as light suddenly filled his vision. Now in her apartment Shiki removed her jacket and hung it up on the rack, Mikiya still between her fingers. She brought the little man to her eyes, "You still okay?"
"Yeah, though I wouldn't mind being somewhere else next time." Mikiya laughed, noting his sweat.
"Like where?"
"Um..." Mikiya tried to think. Shiki only wore kimono's. Those had no pockets. Only her jacket had pockets. Aside from that, the only other place Shiki could put him would be...He blushed at the thought.
"Whatever..." Shiki shrugged, kicking off her boots. With a couple casual steps she sat on her bed and deposited the shrunken Mikiya before her. After crossing her legs she continued to stare at him. "...You're little." Was all that came out after a couple minutes.
"Touko said about half an inch."
"That's less than one of my toes."
"So you better be careful." Mikiya smiled.
"I know." Her eyes wandered, "What now?"
"I don't know." Mikiya paused, "I don't suppose you want to play a game or something?"
"I'd rather sleep."
"Then sleep!"
Shiki re-positioned herself again, this time laying flat on her stomach. "Not a bad idea..."
"Um...Shiki...?"
It was too late, the giantess was out cold. It all happened so quickly Mikiya just about laughed, "Man, I guess she was tired..." He paused, Shiki's...asleep? He'd seen her asleep before, but for some reason Mikiya really found her peaceful expression enticing. Then the thought crossed the back of his mind. She couldn't feel you if you did anything. He turned red at that. Would he really? His friend was asleep so why would he even think of trying to abuse the situation like that? But that didn't change the fact Mikiya felt an urge to do it anyway, Shiki probably wouldn't care regardless.
"Wait, what am I thinking of doing?" Mikiya asked himself aloud. A part of him wanted to act but he wasn't sure how. Soon enough his lusts were something able to be put into words. He wanted...
"Woah!" While thinking Mikiya didn't notice the two fingernails plucking him off the desk until they already grasped his shirt. Already in her trademark red-jacket, Shiki dangled him before her face. "Ready Kokutou?" As always her voice held no trace of emotion. For some reason Mikiya found that pleasant, that even in this situation she was the same. "Yeah Shiki, but um..." He made a troubled face. "...Uh Where are you going to carry me? You can't just hold me like this the whole way."
"Oh..." Shiki made a sound like she didn't think it mattered." Her free hand reached into a jacket pocket, "There." It wasn't a question, rather more of a statement. Before the shrunken man could even reply he was already shoved into its dark confines with Shiki's hand. It was kind of rough but she at least had the forethought to keep a hold on Mikiya to make sure nothing bad happened to him. And hey, he kind of liked being held in her fingers. It was sort of like holding hands.
Shiki began to walk towards the door, one hand in a pocket with Mikiya and the other free.
"Shiki..."
"Hmm?" She turned to face Touko.
"Be gentle with him."
"Whatever." The woman gave a careless wave as she turned around and left.
The walk back to Shiki's place was nothing spectacular. Her hand assured Mikiya didn't bounce around or fall out and his size kind of ruled out talking, not that Shiki would've responded anyway. For the most part it was just a dull walk, at least for Shiki. Mikiya on the other hand...The initial comfort he had of being so close to Shiki quickly gave way to problems. The big one: body heat. Shiki's hand slowly warmed up in her pocket, not really a big deal but even a couple degrees to someone shrunken was enough that it soon felt like someone turned the heater on. Shiki's pocket was beginning to feel stuffy very fast and Mikiya couldn't do anything about it. He managed to keep himself happy by looking at the positives though, namely thinking about Shiki. Yeah his affection bordered on obsession but still, in the dark times it really did help out. Like now, Mikiya could spend his time thinking about how hot and stuffy it was during the little ten minute walk. Or he could focus on the finer things, like the softness of Shiki's hands and how it felt like silk was wrapped around him. How her warmth, while stifling, had this odd sort of comfortable quality to it. Maybe how the whole pocket had the scent that could only be described as Shiki. So many little things that drove Mikiya's love-driven mind to bliss.
Naturally though, Shiki did arrive home after a while. Mikiya winced as light suddenly filled his vision. Now in her apartment Shiki removed her jacket and hung it up on the rack, Mikiya still between her fingers. She brought the little man to her eyes, "You still okay?"
"Yeah, though I wouldn't mind being somewhere else next time." Mikiya laughed, noting his sweat.
"Like where?"
"Um..." Mikiya tried to think. Shiki only wore kimono's. Those had no pockets. Only her jacket had pockets. Aside from that, the only other place Shiki could put him would be...He blushed at the thought.
"Whatever..." Shiki shrugged, kicking off her boots. With a couple casual steps she sat on her bed and deposited the shrunken Mikiya before her. After crossing her legs she continued to stare at him. "...You're little." Was all that came out after a couple minutes.
"Touko said about half an inch."
"That's less than one of my toes."
"So you better be careful." Mikiya smiled.
"I know." Her eyes wandered, "What now?"
"I don't know." Mikiya paused, "I don't suppose you want to play a game or something?"
"I'd rather sleep."
"Then sleep!"
Shiki re-positioned herself again, this time laying flat on her stomach. "Not a bad idea..."
"Um...Shiki...?"
It was too late, the giantess was out cold. It all happened so quickly Mikiya just about laughed, "Man, I guess she was tired..." He paused, Shiki's...asleep? He'd seen her asleep before, but for some reason Mikiya really found her peaceful expression enticing. Then the thought crossed the back of his mind. She couldn't feel you if you did anything. He turned red at that. Would he really? His friend was asleep so why would he even think of trying to abuse the situation like that? But that didn't change the fact Mikiya felt an urge to do it anyway, Shiki probably wouldn't care regardless.
"Wait, what am I thinking of doing?" Mikiya asked himself aloud. A part of him wanted to act but he wasn't sure how. Soon enough his lusts were something able to be put into words. He wanted...
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