A truth revealed

"I will let you go Michael. I did not mean to distract you, you look very preoccupied already." Despite her words, Hina holds to you tightly. Her large tits press firmly against you, her small nipples digging into your belly and her plump lips shifting precariously closer to you.

"Only a little busy..." You murmur as your head drifts down automatically. You lips connect slowly, however unlike your first time Hina kisses you intimately. No tongue is used as you let her control the pace. She takes her time to savour the tender loving kiss.

"Goodbye Michael. I will not keep you any longer." With the kiss over, she walks out of view, leaving you speechless.

"Hina-" It's too late though, she's gone by the time you turn around. You shake any momentary thoughts that cloud your mind and continue to the room you were putting off. The one person whom you have seen so many sides to in a small span of time. The only person outside of your family who might know that you love your sister a little too much.

You knock at your subconscious arrival. "Samantha it's Michael. Can we talk?"

"Sure... Why not." Sam quips as she pulls the door open. She got herself dressed back into her skinny jeans and a tight red t-shirt. Probably with some underwear on this time. You suppress a grin from showing.

Inside Sam's room you stare off wordlessly at her slim, petite, body for a while. Sam tries to keep unfazed by your constant staring unsuccessfully. There's a large gap between the two of you when she backed away from the door. "I brought the stuff you asked for..." You say finally, with a half smile on your face. You pull the box out of your pocket and throw them for Sam to catch.

"Like I need this anyway!" She turns and puts them into her bedside cabinet before whispering back. "Thank you."

"That's not why I came here. Not fully I mean. You asked for them earlier so I brought them obviously but it's not why I'm here now, it was just easier than waiting and probably forgetting and I'm starting to ramble now. Sorry." You cease your mouth. Sam faces away from you still by the cabinet.

"Then what are you here for?" Her voice is steady, like a mask is covering how she feels. Without any body language to read it's difficult to tell what she's thinking and feeling.

"I'm here for..." You clench your hands nervously, sweat tickles down your back and your heart thumps loudly in your chest. "You..." Sam eyes you curiously, as if you were just a stranger talking with her randomly.

"Me? Huh, why not tell me about yourself Michael? If that's even who you are." She asks evenly again.

"W-what?"

"Since this whole thing started you've been a different person. You're more confident in yourself, you're more vocal, you're becoming downright reliable... And you've become impossibly attractive."

"That? That's me, who I am." You grin nervously. Sam scowls at you, removing your grin.

"I want the truth Michael. Aren't we friends?"

You sigh heavily. "Truth is I've always wanted to live in the apocalypse. I'd imagine different scenarios that I'd be in to fight my way through, to get to the people I care about and protect them... I never thought what would happen after I got to them however; how they'd feel, how our lives would end up changing, how we'd have to grow because of this."

"And so you what? Lied about what you could do? Lied to everyone all this time how amazing you were?" She asks in a pained voice, the forming of tears in her deep blue eyes.

"I'm not that gre-" You begin in a chuckle before being interrupted.

"I saw it with my own eyes!" She cries out. "I saw you face off against Charlie by yourself! I watched as you managed to dodge so quickly- Impossibly quickly! A punch from that range should've left you with no chance to react yet you flowed like water around his fist and took him down! Him. So don't lie to me... I want to know who you are..." Ah... She noticed my enhancements then.

"I- That's... Difficult to explain." Her eyes widen.

"I was right, you weren't just lying? What happened to you?" She moves closer like a cat sneaking through the shadows.

"Do you remember the day this started? The morning lesson we had with Miss Rodgers?" Sam nods so you continue. "I had that private talk with her after lesson, that was a reply to the internship for Blackburn technologies I applied for."

"That was why there was a weird old dude waiting outside..." She murmurs to herself.

"Yes, that guy came to see me and-" And what? Infected me with a freaky lab experiment? "He uh... Injected something into me."

"What?" She exclaims. "What do you mean something? Why'd you let him do that?"

"I didn't have a choice. He shook my hand and used a hidden device to inject me through his hand into mine... Without asking me first. I had no clue that was going to happen."

"What did happen? Are you alright? Is it still inside you?" You rub the back of your head.

"You see, this is the confusing bit..." You let out a long breath and continue. "I was injected with an experiment of some kind of AI. Prototype Omega designated Rikka... She's... She's inside my head? No, within my whole body. The two of us are connected, specifically we are being merged over time."

"An AI... Merged? Merged how?"

"Our brainwaves were similar apparently. It takes seven days to completely merge us... Which I don't fully understand yet. If she forcefully merged with me I would have died, she would've took over my body like a puppet and been free to do as she pleases. She chose to merge peacefully, to not forcefully destroy my very self out of my own body. She said we would share the same body basically."

"And what if that's what she wants you to think Michael? What if she really did take over and is keeping you calm by pretending to give you control until your time is up in seven days?" Sam asks worriedly. You shake your head.

"I felt what the forceful merging was like, I know she is telling the truth. I trust her. Rikka wouldn't betray me." You say confidently.

"If you insist. Just know I'll be ready for day seven for you encase she attempts anything." You take a step to her and rest your hands on her shoulders.

"Thank you Samantha." She shy's away from your eyes with soft smile.

"You're welcome... What does she do though? An AI implanted into you should have some function?" This time it's your time to shy away from her stare.

"Oh, yes you could say she does something... Very useful things."

"Like?" Sam presses closer, her slim frame brushing into you as her freckled face gazes up.

"Enhancements..." You mutter quietly.

"Huh? I didn't catch that."

"Enhancements." You mutter louder.

"I don't understand. Enhancements for what?"

"For me... My body. She upgrades me, makes me able to do things I normally couldn't." Sam's face scrunches up.

"Pfft!" She bursts out into laughter. "ENHANCEMENTS! Ha, ridiculous! What could she do to make you any better?"

"You saw it yourself. My fight with Charlie. He's stronger and faster than I am- Was. And yet I beat him." You say frustratedly through her laughs which die down.

"Sh- Show me." You look around the room. The metal bed frame is the closest and obvious thing you can see. You walk over to it.

"Try to break that off." You point to the straight bar running along the width of the bed. She pulls with both hands holding it and her foot on the supporting frame to no avail. You grab the bar in one hand and the supporting frame in the other and pull them apart as if they were a twig being snapped.

"Okay. So you're strong but that doesn't prove you're really strong..." Sam huffs. You hand her the bar.

"That is thick metal. I ripped welded metal apart with my hands." You hold your hands out. "If you don't believe these enhancements I've got then try and hit me with it." You tilt your head back and stare down your nose at her with a smirk. "Unless you don't think you can... Sam." You say teasingly.

She glares angrily at you and swings the bar suddenly. You easily move out of the way - with the help of the adrenaline surge flowing through you - and fake a yawn. "Is that it? That was pretty slow Sam." She swings faster while crying out this time, and swings again straight after leaving you little time to move. Still you easily side step and shift out of the way of every attempt she makes.

"Michael!" She cries out on her next try. You catch the bar in one hand and step directly in front of her, looming slightly over your friend.

"Yes Samantha?" You whisper as you stroke her cheek with your other hand. Those deep blue eyes of the red head stare widely behind you as you hear the door swing open.