Bordeaux was in complete inner turmoil.
How, how did things end up like this?
Why was he lying in bed with Testarossa.
And why was she naked.
His thoughts spiraled as he stared up at the ceiling, every instinct in his body screaming that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.
To understand how this even became a situation, we need to rewind a little.
Just after Violet, Veyron, and Zonda had teleported away.
Bordeaux had watched the spot they vanished from for a moment longer than necessary before turning back to Blanc.
"Well then Blanc," he said carefully, "what's your request?"
Blanc smiled. "I don't like it when you don't call me big sister."
Bordeaux blinked, caught off guard a bit. "Ah okay then. Big sister."
Blanc's smile widened. "Good."
She tapped her finger against her chin, pretending to think. "Now, for my request… let's see."
Then she snapped her fingers lightly. "Alright. I've decided. I want you to spend the night with me."
"…Huh?"
"…Huh?"
"…Huh?"
Bordeaux, Moss, and Cien all spoke at the exact same time.
Moss was the first to recover. "W-wait, Blanc-sama. What exactly are you implying?"
Blanc turned her gaze on him, cold and sharp. "I simply wish to sleep in the same bed as my little brother for one night."
Her eyes narrowed. "Is there a problem with that?"
Moss swallowed hard. "N-no. No problem at all, Blanc-sama."
"Good." Blanc smiled again, then looked back at Bordeaux. "Well, little brother?"
Bordeaux hesitated. "…If it's really just sleeping for the night, I don't have a problem. I just thought you'd ask for something more extreme."
Blanc tilted her head. "Extreme? Like what?"
Bordeaux scratched the back of his head. "I… don't actually know. Guess I worried for nothing."
He would later realize he was very, very wrong.
Which is how he ended up here.
Blanc's bed was enormous, far larger than necessary and Bordeaux had placed himself as far from her as physically possible.
Blanc glanced at him. "The bed is huge. Why are you so far away?"
Bordeaux stiffened. "Huh, Blanc I mean big sister, you're not wearing anything."
"I know," Blanc replied casually. "That's how I sleep."
"Oh," Bordeaux said weakly. "Is… is that so."
"Yes." Blanc shifted slightly. "Now come closer."
"Do I have to?"
"If you won't," she said calmly, "then I will."
She moved closer, unbothered, until her body brushed against his arm.
Bordeaux froze.
His thoughts went completely blank.
What was he supposed to do in a situation like this?
He had never been this close to a woman before, much less his own sister. His mind scrambled for some kind of rule, some kind of precedent, anything.
Blanc watched him silently before speaking again. "You're being a very bad loser, Bordeaux."
"If I fulfill the request myself," she continued, "does it still count as you fulfilling it?"
"I… I don't know," Bordeaux answered honestly.
"It doesn't," Blanc said flatly.
She looked at him expectantly. "So you're going to have to do better."
Bordeaux swallowed hard.
"…Okay."
Blanc gently placed her hand against Bordeaux's chest.
His heart immediately began to pound at an absurd pace.
Blanc's lips curved upward. "Oh my. Why is your heart beating so fast?"
Bordeaux stiffened. "I–it is? That's strange. I don't know why."
Blanc leaned closer, her crimson eyes locking onto his. "Are you nervous, little brother?"
"Nervous?" Bordeaux scoffed awkwardly. "Don't joke around. I'm the most powerful demon in the Underworld. I don't get nervous."
Blanc chuckled softly. "How confident. But we've never battled, have we? How can you be so sure you're the most powerful?"
Bordeaux hesitated. "…I suppose you're right."
Blanc then took his hand.
Before he could react, she guided it onto her bare chest.
"Your other Unique Skill lets you see souls, doesn't it?" she asked calmly. "Can you tell me what mine looks like?"
Bordeaux froze completely.
At that moment, the all-powerful Primordial Demon was utterly defenseless. If an enemy had appeared right then, he would have been finished.
Blanc noticed his reaction and smiled faintly. "Well? Are you going to tell me?"
Bordeaux swallowed hard. "Y-your soul… it's very pure and extremely white."
"…Is that a good thing?" Blanc asked.
"Yes," Bordeaux replied honestly. "A very good thing. It means your soul is incredibly powerful."
Blanc seemed pleased. "Oh. That's nice to know."
What unsettled Bordeaux even more was that Blanc wasn't hiding anything, she made no effort to protect the important parts of her soul. If he wished it, he could copy her entire arsenal straight from her soul.
She made no effort to stop him.
Blanc shifted slightly and said, "Well then… I think I'll sleep now."
"Y-yes," Bordeaux replied quickly. "That's a good idea. We should both sleep."
Even though we don't need to, he thought.
Something about this whole request had felt strange from the beginning. Since when did demons need sleep? Bordeaux slept because he once had been human before, so habit and memory engraved into his existence. But Blanc was born a demon. A being with no true concept of time.
There's no way she actually wants to sleep…
Blanc turned her head toward him again. "Oh? Are we not forgetting something?"
"…What?" Bordeaux asked.
She didn't answer.
Instead, Blanc leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
It was deep. Long and unmistakably deliberate.
When she finally pulled back, she smiled. "That was a goodnight kiss."
Bordeaux heard none of it.
His entire body burned crimson as his mind screamed.
My first kiss… was taken by my sister.
What the hell is happening in the Underworld.
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The next day.
Bordeaux sat atop broken ruins within Noir's domain, staring off into nothing.
Suddenly, space warped and Noir himself appeared, standing exactly where Bordeaux was sitting.
"Well, if it isn't Bordeaux," Noir said pleasantly. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"
Bordeaux glanced back at him. "Noir. Indeed, it has. I assume you're not here to challenge me to a fight or something. That would be very out of character for you."
Noir chuckled. "Of course not. I have no time for barbaric acts. Those are left to you and Rouge."
"Fair enough," Bordeaux replied. "So what do you want?"
Noir's expression grew slightly more serious. "You recently went to the Cardinal World again, didn't you?"
Bordeaux's eyes narrowed just a little.
Noir continued, "I want you to tell me everything about it."
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