Next: Being alone, or the lack thereof

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Yukari Takeba was having a difficult time...

She had just spent several moments biting back a scream, her hands balled into fists, quaking with fury at her inner self. Her heart was beating fast and hard, blood pounding through her veins. Her face was flushed with emotion- a burning red of anger, annoyance and frustration at her total inability to confront her nemesis.

Her face, and indeed her whole body, was a rosy shade of red from her livid emotions. Thankfully she had enough sense to reign in her rage. The struggling to calm down was hard, but she was getting herself under control.

Indeed, the only emotion that remained painfully acute was the feeling of pure humiliation.

"Great. Wonderful. Perfect. First she catches you having a one sided argument with yourself about...about being a slut! But then on top of that she watches you have a little mental breakdown where you flail around throwing a temper tantrum!....okay, okay, breath...Aigis knows about your shadow, so she probably knows you haven't gone completely insane. She...just thinks you are a four year old throwing a fit!"

Blushing intensely, Yukari dared a side long glance at Aigis, who gave her a patient but otherwise unreadable expression.

"Stupid Aigis with her stupid pokerface. At least Junpei and Akihiko would smirk or give me one of those shit eating grins so I know they're spending every moment laughing at me! Who the hell knows what she's thinking? Does she think I'm dumb? Stupid? Crazy? Does she think I can't handle the stress? Does she doubt me? Or does she even care?"

Yukari sighed harshly. "Okay, calm down. You know her. She's like the least judgmental person in the world. She's so non-judgmental its almost annoying! If anything she was probably just enjoying seeing you naked..."

That thought brought an unwelcome mental image of the dance of rage Yukari had just done in front of her robot friend...accompanied with the unhindered jiggling of parts of her anatomy she usually kept entirely out of sight. Yukari began shaking again, her blushing growing more intense. She was acutely aware of her lack of clothes, except of course the brown shoes and black on white socks around her ankles and the humiliating white collar around her neck sporting her school ribbon. If she ever met whoever at the Kirijo Group made the "school uniform" for girls with Eden Syndrome she was going to strangle them. It had to be on purpose. That group had messing with the subconscious down to a literal science! So the fact that being allowed to wear these precious few items of clothing, each a very familiar part of what had been part of her normal fully clothed ensemble, only served to remind her even more how much of her old uniform was missing couldn't be a coincidence. Some sadistic little science monkey surely intended for this pornographic mockery of a school uniform to be a constant reminder that she had nothing else on! Wearing the uniform was MEANT to make her feel even more naked than she had felt before.

Yukari glanced down at herself, her slender arms hugging her bare body. The part she hated most was just how horribly effective it was!

"Its fine. Its fine. She's your friend. One of your best! You've even been to a hotspring together! She's seen this all before, right? This is way way better than getting gawked at by a bunch of strangers!"

She regretted that line of thought instantly. Images of her morning so far, filled with leering and mocking faces, burst into her mind like a dam breaking. She had been seen by so many people, so completely naked! So many eyes had seen parts of her body she had never dared to show to anyone, even those few times she had dated. And the things she had done! Dances, poses, spankings...she had played with herself in front of morning traffic! Her whole school had seen her, as naked as she had ever been, having sex in public! They had watched, leered, even touched her body! And the cameras! So many pictures, catching her acts of perversion and exposure, frozen in time forever. More people had seen her, laughed at her, and no doubt had fantasized about her than she had ever imagined possible.

"No. That isn't helping anything!" Yukari admonished uselessly as she felt her nipples stiffening and a tell tale moisture between her legs.

This was all because of that Temptation! She was certain of it, and clung to that certainty for dear life. The idea that she might be excited by this horrible ordeal, might actually WANT people to see her like this, humiliated and helpless and naked...that was impossible!

Yukari glanced again at Aigis, her hands now hiding her naked body and especially the incriminating signs of her arousal. She tried to mutter something, anything, as the sheer feeling of mortification set in. All she could do was squeek out a garbled apology as she scampered away, the shame overwhelming the questions coming from Aigis as she ran out of sight.