Crimson Snow; Seraphim and Tracy's encounter

It had been well over a week now since that day. Tracy had become welcomed as a part of the family, living in the small apartment that Alison and Seraphim shared. It may not have been much, but at least Tracy had a roof over her head, delicious, hot meals that Seraphim cooked, and she was loved like a sister, welcomed dearly rom both Alison and Seraphim. The girl still had only the floor to sleep on, but Seraphim was nice enough to get her a few cushions, a pillow, and a blanket, so she could sleep peacefully. Overall, Tracy's life looked like it just may be finally turning around, finally having people who really cared about her.

Today, the morning started differently though. Seraphim had been gone since yesterday, and surprisingly, she wasn't back yet, having been gone all night. She also promised Tracy she would have a surprise for the girl soon, but didn't give any hints about it. So, instead of waking up to the wonderful smell of Seraphim's cooking, she instead would find herself being nudged gently. It was Alison, the girl wearing only her gray underwear and bra right now, her thin and fragile body covered in numerous yellow marks like always, as she looked at Tracy through her square framed glasses, poking the girl lightly in the cheek with her yellow highlighter, giggling softly to herself. "Traaaaaacy-chan~ Wakey-wakey~" She said with her cheerful words, hoping to awaken Tracy without doing anything to hurt the girl. IN fact, i she didn't, Alison might just end up drawing on her a little... Seraphim had experianced that more than once.

Since she moved in with Seraphim and Alison, Tracy has trained night after night in a desperate attempt to become really strong. Strong enough to beat Lethe. Strong enough to beat everyone. That was the one and only reason why she was so tired every morning. Seraphim had been giving her some good lessons and teaching her some cool moves, but if she didnt have both the strength and speed needed to perform them, it would be totally useless!

That morning she was especially tired. That was because she had just come back home. She's been practicing her new movements in her own "home-made gym". The redhead barely felt the tip of Alison highlighter like if it was some fly or something, and in order to get rid of it, she ramdomly shook her hand near of her cheek. Yes, she wasnt conscious at all of what she was doing, or of what Alison was doing to her.

When awakening Tracy the lighter and gentle way showed no success, Alison didn't give up. In fact, the girl just followed one of her little mottos in life on how if you don't succeed, try and try again. Only for Alison, who wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, the method she tried was more or less the same, just with a little more force. So for Tracy, it wasn't surprising that she would begin to feel the highlighter pressing a bit firmer against her body, starting to leave markings along her entire cheek, and tracing down the side of her neck. Alison would continue this, softly giggling to herself, as she drew another line, coming down Tracy's other cheek, giving her two, bright yellow marks from the cheeks down. If it still didn't do anything, the girl would proceed to 'yellow her up' as Alison liked to call it, and started to scribble little markings on Tracy's face. As a girl who was easily amused, and hard to upset, it was moemnts like this that would probably leave her cheerful for the rest of the day, just making Tracy's face her marking board for the time being, softly laughing to herself and amusing herself with Tracy while Seraphim was still gone.

Tracy didnt feel the highlighter at all, and if she did, she didnt show any sign. She was too worn down to even open her eyes to check, or to tell Alison to stop drawing on her face. The redhead wasnt really conscious of what was happening around her. All she could do to resist was roll over onto her side, which might mean Alison's hand to slide and draw an extra line on her face. It didnt seem like the other girl's method to wake her up was working, at all, as Tracy's mind was still flying across the skies of dreamland. She snored cutely as she continued sleeping, practically ignoring Alison's efforts to make her get up, even though drawing on her face didnt seem so much like a waking up method, but more like a way to amuse herself.

Still nothing? That didn't discourage Alison. In fact, she would really just keep drawing and having herself a fun time with the girl until she did. "Tracy-chaaan, come oooon." She whined a little, frowning just a bit as her finger prodded the girl's cheek, which now had two bright yellow circles on it that looked like they were supposed to be blush marks. She then brought her marker down further, drawing along the front of Tracy's shirt, letting it slide lightly along the center of her tiny chest, right between her miniscule bumps that were her breasts, before reaching her waist. There, Alison chuckled a little as she lifted the girl's shirt just a little, and drew around her belly next, still entertaining herself as she turned the area around Tracy's belly button into a target.

It was at that time that there was the loud beep of a truck in front of the apartment, if anyone looked outside, it would be noted that the truck belonged to a bedding and mattress company, and Seraphim a few moments later emerged from the passenger seat of it, while a mover followed out of the drivers side with her, both going to the back of the truck. It was hard to tell anything about Seraphim from the distance, just the white hair and shades of gray and black clothing being more than enough to show it was her, but what she was doing, and how come she was gone so long was still left to be answered.

It didnt matter just how much Alison tried, Tracy didnt intend to wake up soon. And even if she did, she'd just sit up and tell the other girl that she was already awake so she would leave her alone and she could sleep some more. Barely recovering consciousness, she kept her eyes closed, not showing any signs of being awake. She felt something running over her body, slowly approaching towards her midsection. That "something" started to move in circles around her belly button, the girl assuming it wasnt a fly or anything like that. She didnt think it could be a problem, so she tried to fall asleep again.

The sudden truck beep caught her by surprise and made her sit up with a little scream. "Waaah~!" Looking around as she gasped desperately for the air that scare took away from her. She noticed Alison beside her with the highlighter in hand, but didnt pay much attention to it. Instead, she wanted to find out who was dead man who dared to wake her up. She stood up quickly and ran towards the window, only wearing her typical white shirt with a skull on it and her white panties. The redhead stuck her head out of the window and looked down, noticing her dear friend Seraphy-chan was there. Was she complaining about the noise? She couldnt tell what she was really doing as her sight was still fuzzy.

When Tracy shot up from her pile of blankets on the floor, Alison snapped back, nearly falling over from her own bed, bringing the blanket with her. The girl was wearing just a simple white bra and panties under the covers, clearly not bothered at all by being like this since she was always comfortable with way, and of course, her body was covered in yellow highlighter marks, and a cheerful little smile. Even as she was surprised, she just watched, covering her mouth as she giggled into her hand, noticing all the yellow she put on Tracy, and how the girl hadn't even noticed yet. Of course, when she did, Alison figured the girl would be mad, but for now, she enjoyed the site. After all, the yellow blush marks, curly moustach, and then the tic-tac-toe game on her head was hilerious, especially with the 'bulls-eye-belly' as Seraphim called it once before.

Outside, by the time Tracy's vision returned, she would see that Seraphim had already went inside the building. However, she went in with a massive box, actually pushing the heavy looking package that looked like it probably wouldn't even fit through the doorway. The driver was already off, leaving Seraphim to push the piano sized box, and soon enough, Tracy would here the slow thud noise of the heavy payload being pushed up, step after step, getting closer to the room.

Tracy moved her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes with her knuckles to clear her sight. She finished just in time to see the last of Seraphim's hair passing through the gateway. Really excited, the redhead turned to look at Alison. "Ali-chaan~! That was Seraphy-chaaan!" She said to her cute friend, completely ignoring the fact that she was giggling about something. Not losing a single second, the girl hurried to the rack her skirt was hanging from, grabbing it and putting it on, not even paying attention at her body.

Like two seconds later, Tracy would be running out the room and downstairs, almost tripping but fortunetely managing to keep her balance by grabbing onto the railing. After saving herself from what could have been a really painful fall, the redhead hurried her way downstairs, now being a [size=50:fb5tvt60]little more careful.

Alison was a little surprised herself to hear this, feeling tempted to just leap out of bed and rush over to her best friend and welcome her home. But sadly, she knew that wasn't possible, as Alison was reminded from a pain in her lower stomach when she tried getting up, knowing she should still be resting. She just smiled back at Tracy instead, hiding her pain to herself, and letting the girl go, waving at her enthuisiastically before remaining in bed. ...It was times like this that she couldn't stand being stuck to the bed, and really wished there was more that could be done about her situation.

As Tracy was rushing down the stairs, getting closer to the sounds of Seraphim pushing up the heavy payload, she would find herself nearly running into the massive box when she turned the next corner, starting Seraphim and leaving her to pause and rest the box on the top step, two floors from it's destination. Seraphim didn't see Tracy at first, focusing more on keeping the box from falling down the stairs, but when Tracy got the chance to see Seraphim, she would realize how hard the girl had worked herself. Covered in a thin layer of sweat, causing her black t-shirt to stick to her beautiful form, a few small bandages along her face and arms, and a tired look in her eyes, it was clear that during Seraphim's time away all of yesterday, the night, and this morning, she was keeping very busy.

For some strange reason, Tracy felt like she was forgetting something. Shirt, no. Skirt, no. Shoes, no. And she still had that feeling! She decided to just forget about it. If she forgot, it must have been important, right? She couldnt be more wrong... She forgot to say good morning to Alison! Though some people might think this was stupid, you should put yourself in the girl's place. It must be really painful to be ignored just like the redhead ignored Alison.

Before she could continue, Alison's picture started flashing in her head. The redhead's eyes widened and she quickly turned around, now running her way upstairs as fast as she can. Seraphim can wait a little while more, cant she? Once on their floor again, she'd rush in the room and towards Alison, barely stopping in time so she wouldnt 'tackle' Alison. Then, she'd plant her hands on the bed right beside her friend's legs and give her a soft kiss on the cheek as she whispered into her ear. "Goood moorning, Ali-chaan~!"