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Okarun's time was officially up.
As per their bet, his loving and benevolent girlfriend, Momo, had given him an entire month to prove the existence of aliens or be stuck as her gofer for a week. And right on cue, after a month of failed stakeouts at the "most active alien hot spot" in their prefecture— and a solid hour of 'I-told-you-so' from said girlfriend— Momo declared herself the winner.
To which Okarun pushed up his glasses and smugly reminded her that her side of the bet wasn't to prove that aliens didn't exist, it was to prove that spirits did.
Can you believe she got Um Actually'd by an actual freakin' nerd?
So here they were, in her grandmother's old van, driving up the side of a mountain to the most haunted spot she could think of: Sono Tunnel. Home of the infamous—
"Turbo Granny? Seriously, that's her name? They couldn't think of anything scarier," he asked from the passenger seat, pulling out his phone to look her up. "…Ghostly, super-fast, elderly, haunts highways and tunnels causing CAR ACCIDENTS?! Momo why are we driving there then?!"
"Oh you must really be scared if you're calling me Momo."
With an air of petulance he shoved his phone back in his hoodie pocket, turning his gaze towards the blur of the countryside on the other side of his window. "I'm… making more of an effort, okay?"
Momo smiled at that but kept her eyes on the road. If Okarun saw it she'd never know. "I appreciate that, K-" She took a deep breath. "I appreciate that, Ken."
Resolutely, her eyes remained on the road. If Okarun had smiled at that, she'd never know.
The rest of the car ride was spent in companionable silence, listening to pop music on the radio that was far catchier than it had any right to be. Momo pretended not to notice Okarun bobbing his head in his seat while fiddling with the antenna of a device she's never seen before.
She'd seen several of his radios during their alien hunting expeditions. Different versions of GMRS and Ham radios, but this one was new. It looked more like those tape recorders she'd seen on old detective shows. "What's that new doohickey?" The words had left her mouth before she was ready to admit she was watching him.
"It's called a spirit box," he replied. "So basically, it's a radio tuner that scans radio frequencies at a rate of fifteen hundredths of a second. This creates a white noise that spirits can manipulate to communicate with us."
Since when did he care enough to have fancy ghost detecting do-dads? Momo raised an eyebrow. "And who says this?"
"Um, paranormalists, on the net," he said, reaching up to push his glasses back into place. "Wait, why are you suddenly so skeptical?"
She rested a hand on his thigh. "Just wondering how much research you actually put into this. Y'know, for a non-believer."
Okarun had the nerve to look taken aback. "The amount of research I put into it is exactly why I'm allowed to say I'm a non-believer." He placed a hand on top of hers. "I'm always open to being proven wrong, though," he added, giving the device a little shake for emphasis.
They turned down a path that led away from the cliff sides and deeper into a wooden area. They drove until the road became less and less maintained; until even the light poles had given up following them. Eventually hitting a barricade in the road that they were unable to drive around.
Momo parked as close to the side of the road as she could and turned to her boyfriend. "Alright, you've been a wonderful passenger princess but it looks like we're hoofing it from here."
He stared back at her, deadpan, before deciding no it wasn't worth dignifying that with a response and exited the vehicle. Momo let out a snort and followed suit.
The hike past the barricade and up the slightly overground road was a relatively peaceful one. They stuck to the center of the road as they walked hand-in-hand, with nothing but the light of the moon, the crunch of the gravel under their feet, and the nostalgic sounds of cicadas and crickets in the tree lines to either side of them.
Maybe they should have brought something to defend themselves but she's seen her nerd throw hands once or twice on her behalf and felt in her heart they'd be just fine. Okarun had brought a small backpack with him of supplies so maybe he'd already thought that part through as well.
Eventually, the smell of the trees took on a slightly cold and mildewy smell as they finally reached the tunnel and saw the mouth of it had been sealed off with giant blocks of concrete—roughly one foot high and two feet wide each—stacked on top of each other to form a crude wall. There were slight gaps in the blocks, explaining the mildewy scent from air escaping the tunnel, but not so wide as to allow two humans to slip through.
Momo immediately ran up to the wall and banged on it with the side of her fist. "Are you freakin' kidding me?! It hasn't even been graffitied yet they must have just done this!" She kicked it for good measure. "Missed it by what? A day?! What a waste of a trip."
Okarun calmly took in his surroundings and stepped closer to her. "Maybe not. Whose to say the spirit box would even work inside the tunnel, since it needs access to radio waves? And the entrance of the tunnel should still count as her territory, right? Anyway, hold your ears."
"What?"
It wasn't an idle threat. He pressed one of the buttons on and the box all but shrieked to life.
"—T—T—S—G—K—S—T—g—s—t—g—"
The static-y sound of a radio changing stations at a million kilometers per hours scraped against her ear drums for the few seconds it took him to turn down the volume.
"Why did you have it so damn loud?"
"This one always starts on max volume and I have no idea why. Maybe its buggy programming was why it was so cheap."
"You bought cheap equipment? I thought you were open to having your mind changed?"
"Maybe not that open," he smiled. With that he held it away from himself, towards the tunnel like it was a talisman to protect him against evil. "T-turbo Granny. Are you here?"
"Yeah, is the spirit in the room with us."
"Momo, please."
"Sorry."
The next ten or so minutes were spent asking random questions— how old are you, how long have you been here, do you like takoyaki— but only a cacophony of random white noise and random consonants answered them back.
"—t—t—k—d—g—s—s—g—"
Aaaaaaaaand just like that Momo was bored.
She leaned her back against the block wall. "Takoyaki! Takoyaki! Takoyaki," she whisper-yelled.
Okarun, who had been pacing around with the box like he was trying to catch a signal on his phone, looked back at her. "What are you doing?"
She made a show of stretching her arms high above her head. "Trying to see if I can influence the spirit box somehow. I have a spirit don't I?"
"I don't think that's how that—"
"—t—k—k—o—g—s—s—"
"Ha! See! That sounded like Tako!"
"No, it sounded like a scanner changing stations every fifteen hundredths of a second!"
Aaaaaaaaand just like that she'd succeeded in rage baiting him into yet another argument. Gods he was cute when he was flustered. He looks just like an angry little bunny rabbit.
"—SECURITY—s—d—s—HE'S—COMING—t—g—ALMOST—j—h—g—g—SONO—s—GO—BACK—HELPING—HE'S—TAKING—"
The arguing ceased immediately. Their attention focused squarely on the box in Okarun's hand. Suddenly Momo felt like she was being watched.
"Heeeey, Turbo G, are you there? Who's c-coming?
"—t—s—k—t—g—g—GO—g—s—WAY—BACK—t—k—BACK—g—d—k—GONE—s—s—g—t—"
Their thumbs overlapped as they both hit the power button and the box fell into an almost oppressive silence.
"Soooo… that was horrifying, yeah?"
Okarun took a moment to gather himself before slowly nodding in agreement. "But, clearly a coincidence, right? Let's just give it a bit before we turn it back on."
Momo crept back over to the block wall and held her ear up to the concrete. Trying to learn what secrets lie behind it without actually committing to trying to look through the gaps in the blocks; not wanting to risk seeing something she'd rather not have.
"Not much to do out here while we wait," she said as mischief tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Maybe we can share a certain… experience out here."
All she heard back was the sounds of the cicadas and the beating of her own heart.
But no immediate objection, so she continued. "Y'know, find a use for all this adrenaline we have now."
Nothing still.
"Help each other warm up?"
Crickets were joining in now.
"Something to help us pass the time, Ken—"
She startled slightly as strong, confident hands grip her sides, their thumbs massaging into tense muscles just behind her hip bones. "I understood you the first time." The softness of his cheek pressed into the crook of her neck and as she lifted her head to give him more room he placed tender kisses along her shoulder, moving towards her ear. "You were so sure there was a ghost here. Are you sure you want them to watch us," he whispered.
She leaned back against him and felt exactly how well he'd taken her suggestion.
"Then we should give them a good show shouldn't we?"
"And what if they want to join in? What if they take over my body." The hands slowly moved up her sides. "And make me do this—" He lightly pinched and rolled her nipples through her shirt. "What if they make me do something even more perverted, like fuck my girlfriend in the middle of the woods?" One hand left her chest and inched its way down to her inner thigh, parting them slightly.
A shuddered breath fueled the spark inside of her. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and gazed at the mountain side that reached high above the tunnel. She felt secluded, in a good way. Like she was huddled for warmth in front of a fire with him, watching their futures play out in the sway of the flames. "Can't be helped then. Could think of it as an offering to them."
"Turn around."
Momo turned around inside his embrace. His face was silhouetted by the distant treeline. The light of the stars was a halo above him. His lips were slightly parted like he wanted to say more. Moonlight glinting off his glasses obscured one of his eyes but the one she could see held a sharper glint of its own.
Focused only on her. Like a cheetah calculating if it can make its next catch. Dangerous, yet hopeful. Deadly, yet adorable.
Her body moved before she could think about it, closing the distance and capturing his mouth with hers as he reached behind her thighs and lifted her up just as fast. Her legs wrapped around him as he pinned her between the wall and the toned expanse of his chest.
With the wall holding her in place, his hands were free to roam and travel her body like a man truly possessed.
And she was a woman possessed by him.
Their kiss was desperate. Desperate to breathe each other's air. To beat their hearts as one.
She lifted her head to the sky for air and breathed in the universe above them just as her own universe reached under her skirt and ran his thumb across her panties, stroking her clit at just the right pressure.
"Did the ghost tell you to do that?"
"No. It told me to do this."
He moved her panties to the side and after a moment a delicious pressure built inside of her as he slowly pushed himself into her wet and aching hole. They exhaled together and sucked in a sharp intake of air when he started to move. Most nights he would spend hours on her, slowly stoking the flames inside of her with his hands, his tongue, anything but his actual dick until she had to beg him for it and she loved him for it. But the stupid nerd just loved to pay attention to her and somehow always knew when that wasn't what she wanted. Just like always he knew that what she wanted right now was to be pounded relentlessly into the side of a mountain.
All she could hear was the rustle of the trees in the wind and the sounds of his moans in her ear. Her hands gripped his hair as she tried to cling to reality but the edges of the concrete blocks dug into her back in a way that only enhanced the feeling of being used by her love. Soon it was too much. The pain, the pleasure, the sounds. Her eyes rolled back towards the sky and the stars behind her eyes blended with the sea of stars in the sky, drawing new constellations that whispered her name and called out for her to drown.
And so she did.
She cried out his name. Not for him to save her, but for him to pull her further and further into his stratospheric depths. Deeper and deeper until she felt the heat of his release at the ocean floor.
As they floated back to the surface he lowered them to sit on the ground—her still in his lap and him still inside of her. Their arms still wrapped around one another. She gave a shudder of delight when she felt dick slowly shrink its way back out of her as it softened.
'"God daaaamn. Tell that ghost I said 'Thank you.'"
"Thank… you… ghost," he said between deep inhales. For a moment she wondered why he was so much more out of breath than her before remembering he did all the work just now. She nuzzled deeper into his neck. "Thank you, too, Ken."
They cleaned as best they could and, after another hour or so stargazing, they decided to head back down the mountain. Even though the ghost hunt was a complete failure, the trip wasn't a complete bust.
Unless she counted Okarun busting inside of her.
Which she did… so maybe she needed to rephrase.
Even though the ghost hunt was a complete failure, the trip— and the bust— wasn't a complete waste of time. They spent the walk back to the car, hand in hand, celebrating another successful stress test of her IUD, when suddenly—
"Um, Miss Ayase… Momo, where is the van?"
Her attention snapped to her boyfriend. "Huh?"
"The van. This is the same barricade, right? Isn't this where we parked?"
Oh.
Oh FUCK!
Exactly where she'd parked was another set of tire tracks and a block of wood. Whatever made them had to have had at least eight tires judging by how they were doubled up.
"OUR VAN WAS TOWED!"
WHAT?! " Okarun started to nervously pace back and forth. "HOW? WHY?"
Suddenly he stopped and started mumbling to himself before his eyes shot back up to hers. "The spirit box!"
Momo was getting agitated, that box was waaaaaaay down on her current list of concerns. "What about it?!"
"Security, Sono, he's coming, way back, taking. Whatever was out there might have been trying to warn us!"
White hot heat crept into her face. "No… No, because that would mean a ghost actually did watch us bang—"
"—or an alien."
Okarun turned on his heels and ran as Momo gave chase. The sudden motion must have jostled the spirit box. It suddenly whirred back to life at max volume from the inside of his backpack.
"—a—h—a—h—a—WELL—COME—h—a—h—YOU—YOUR—h—a—"