- Memoirs of a Fashionista -

Chapter VI: The Shadow From the Past (Part I)

"Ngh.. So warm and soft…" An sleepy Makoto mumbled with comfort as he was waking up on Junko's bed after falling asleep with her when both cuddled with each other the night before.

As he slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were a pair of small but squishy and soft breasts that were almost out from the lacy black bra of his girlfiriend who was hugging him with a warm smile while sleeping profundly making his face to become completely red.

"Mako-chan…~" Junko muttered with a sweet voice while tightly hugging her beloved one onto her flat chest.

"Guah!" The young man exclaimed as he was getting squeezed by the sleeping supermodel who was babbling and smiling due to a nice dream she was having.

"W-what kind of fitness rutine she could possibly do to be this strong!" Makoto wondered about Junko's strength as he couldn't get free form her tight grip.

"Not good, not good!" The brunette desperately said in his mind as the close physical contact with her boobs coupled with the sweet voice of his beautiful girlfriend calling his name made him to begin to 'feel funny things' down there.

"W-wake up J-Junko!" Makoto tried once more to get off from her strong arms but it was in vain since she was hugging him like the stuffed bunny she usually had with her at night..

"Huh? Makoto?" The Ultimate Fashionista asked while waking up a bit drowsy as she immediately noticed how her boyfriend was in her arms gasping for air while getting suffocated by her.

"S-sorry!" She apologized to the luckster after freeing him from her arms and recalling the events from the last night.

"Fwaaah!" Makoto exclaimed as he took a deep breath of fresh air after being free from Junko's embrace.

As the two separated from each other, Junko noticed how a 'tent' lifted inside his pants due to an erection, causing her cheeks and freckles area to turn scarlet while staring in awe at his member.

"Uwaaah! I-I'm sorry for that!" An extremely ashamed Makoto yelled as he covered his member with both hands while turning back.

"M-Mako chan's thingy b-became so big!" The blonde gyaru expressed in her mind bewildered and a bit confused as she turned back as well, wondering with curiosity if she was the cause of it, because despite her sassiness and ''slutty'' attitude, Junko was an innocent teenage girl who was still somewhat ignorant to sexual themes involving males.

Makoto then apologized and nervously explained with some trouble to her that this happened to boys when they become aroused for being in this kind of situations, to which she got a bit more curious but decided to not go further on the subject since the poor boy was looking very uncomfortable by the mere act of telling her the cause of his 'accident'.

The (un)lucky boy then called his parents to let them know he was safe and sound at Junko's penthouse and that he lost the notion of time after being with her. Makoto's father only told him to not do 'this and that' without any protection causing the young man to refute and nervously protested that nothing happened between them to which her mother then lightly assured him that they fully trusted in him.

A few days later….

"And then the radio hostess suggested me off air to increase the size of my boobs since he thinks i'm too flat to be the Ultimate Fashionista! Oh my gosh can you believe it, Mako-chan?!" Junko expressed with annoyance in her usual mild valley girl tone and blonde bimbo mannerisms which Makoto was already accoustomed by now.

"R-really?" Makoto asked to the fashion diva.

"Yeah, like why do these guys really care for my cup size? I mean, i get that having a nice body is important to have a successful career in this industry, but there's more than just having enormous breasts to be a successful supermodel!" The gyaru commented with frustration in her voice.

The young man just listened to his freckled girlfriend and agreed with her in silence.

"What do you think, Makoto?" She questioned him with interest of knowing of his opinion.

"Umm… I think your body is fine as it is, Junko..." Makoto told to his sweetheart while scratching his right cheek as he recalled the times she pushed her boobs against his arms and face, something that caused him to began to sweat and feel his face hot.

"Your are such a lovable dork Mako-chan!" The fashionista exclaimed with joy because Makoto loved her without caring for the size of her breasts or any other superficial trait.

While heading back to Makoto's home which was at a few minutes by walk after leaving a grocery store where they bought snacks and sodas since Makoto invited her to play videogames with Komaru after school. The ultimate lucky student gathered courage and took Junko's hand to intertwin his fingers with her ones adorned with her long and bright red fingernails. Makoto's sudden action surprised her a bit since she normally was the one to take the initiative in their relationship, however Makoto in recent dates began to gain enough confidence to take the initiative with Junko, making her to blush and feel very happy for it. The luckster then gave her a shy and warm smile to which she smiled him back with her famously known cute and mischievous wide grin.

A couple of minutes later, as the two were walking down a lone and dark alley while holding hands and chatting happily, Junko sensed someone was following them by hiding behind the darkness of the night, so without causing suspicion she told her boyfriend to get ahead arguing she left her pursue at the grocery store. After Makoto agreed a bit relunctantly, the young woman with huge ponytails told him to not worry for her by winking and smiling cheerfully at him to reassure him she was going to be okay. Just as he was out from sight, she stood for a second before questioning her stalker without turning her back in defiance.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Junko asked with a firm voice to the shadowy figure who after a few seconds came out in complete silence wearing a dark red cloak and stood behind Junko while not revealing its identity. After a short moment the mysterious individual drew out a combat knife and launched itself with an insane speed towards the fashion model who immediately reacted with an incredible jump in the air to avoid the attack and land on top of a parked car.

The cloaked figure immediately followed her with an incredible leap in the air and began to use swift and precise slashes that were aimed directly at the former Ultimate Soldier who barely managed to evade them while wondering about the identity of her attacker as said individual was able to keep up with her speed, causing her to realize that the person under the cloak was someone extremely dangerous and with combat experience.

While trying to fend off her enemy, Junko managed to catch a glimpse of a metal pipe on the ground, so making use of her amazing reflexes, she dodged an attack and with a quick dash she ran to grab it and began to use it to defend herself back against the fiery attacks of her opponent. However, the lack of combat and peaceful times in the past few years caused Mukuro Ikusaba, codename the young woman was known in Fenrir, to become rusty, and who despite still excersing herself with regularity her excersize routine wasn't anything comparable to the ardous training sessions and intense combat during her time with the aforementioned mercenary organization.

"Tch, my movements and reflexes are nothing like in the past..." The young woman lamented as she was getting pushed her back once again by her attacker with ease.

After getting some minor superficial cuts from the sharp weapon on both arms, Junko deduced her attacker was holding back from causing her mortal wounds, so she awaited for an opening and just when that chance came, she managed to land a powerful roundhouse kick to the cloaked figure who seemed to be not expecting to receive such an impact that sent it to crash against some trash bins, but who reincorporated in no time without speaking a single word.

"Show yourself!" The pinkette supermodel demanded to the unknown figure.

The mysterious person then took out the cloak and revealed herself to Junko who reacted in complete shock by the identity of her attacker.

"It's been a while, Junko-chan…" Spoke with a voice devoid of any emotion yet full of sorrow and anger a short and petite girl with very long dark brown hair tied in low pigtails by red scrunchies, cold crimson eyes and who was wearing a red sailor style school uniform with matching colored thighhigh socks and a pleated black plaid miniskirt and brown ankle boots.

"M-Maki!?" Junko asked perplexed by the sudden appearance of the girl who once was like a sister to her during their childhood as orphans who fought in a tough world who rejected them.

What kind of events in the past led both girls to become like sisters and caused them to follow paths so different in their lives?

Thanks for reading!

Part 2 coming soon