A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 28a

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Interlude 28a

-VB-

The world wasn’t fair.

“Did you have to be so violent with the arrests, Rabbit?!” one reporter asked while thrusting his smartphone towards my face and attempting to climb over other reporters.

“You eliminated the Teeth that came to Brockton Bay! Does this mean that you’ll be taking the fight to any villains who come to our city?!”

“Rabbit, why is your name rabbit?!”

The world wasn’t fair, because these kinds of people existed.

Victoria wanted to talk with Amy and Alan, but she was now kind of afraid to go out to the front of the crowd.

Especially when they were not hesitant about throwing personal questions out there.

She shuddered to think about what kind of questions the team would get if she appeared right now.

So she waited outside and away from the eyes of the reporters and journalists.

…

And then she remembered that Alan and Amy had a backdoor.

She flew around rather than high, and used the buildings and other houses in the block as cover for herself from the ravenous hyenas of the media. Then she lightly dropped herself into their backyard and walked in.

Vicky blinked when she saw Amy in the living room.

And she also noted the size of her pregnancy.

“Amy!” she grinned quickly with a chirp as she flew over slowly and then scooped her up sister into a hug.

Amy, who looked distracted until then, blinked and then grumbled. “Hi, Vicky.”

“... What’s wrong?” she asked while setting her sister down.

Amy huffed. “Alan’s getting a whole bunch of attention.”

“... And?”

“I don’t like it.”

She stared incredulously at Amy. “You… don’t like it?”

“I mean, I know that I’m supposed to be helpful and supportive, but … apparently, taking care of the Teeth was far more impressive to people than what I ever did.”

“... You’re jealous?!”

“N-No! Not jealous! Just … exasperated? Tired? Frustrated? Hell no, am I jealous of Alan’s new fame!” Amy huffed again.

Vicky wasn’t convinced. “... Alright, what’s really wrong? You were never like this when I got famous for whatever reason,” she prodded with a grin.

Amy pouted and refused to answer.

“Come on, Amy~,” she whined.

“Ugh.”

“You sound like a cavewoman.”

“Shut up.”

“Nah! Tell me!”

Amy glared at her. “Fine. I don’t like the hussies draping themselves on him, alright?” she snapped waspishly.

Vicky blinked and also felt something tight and quivering inside her chest.

“You mean like when I hang off of him?” she blurted out her question.

Wait, what?

Amy gave her a confused look. “No? I mean the bitches who just want my husband because he’s famous!”

“Ah, right. I actually haven’t seen any of them,” Vicky recovered quickly.

Her sister snorted. “My man’s a good man. He keeps them at arm’s length at all times.”

Vicky giggled. “Well, he does have some chiseled muscles, you know.”

Amy leveled a flat stare at her. “You would know, wouldn’t you? You spar with him too often to not know.”

She hesitated. “... Hey, Amy.”

“Yeah?”

She was taking a big risk with this. Merely asking this question was going to put some cracks in their relationship.

But she had to know.

“What if … what if I liked Alan, too?”

It was a feeling that was there long before Leviathan came and killed Dean along with a whole bunch of people. She met with him so often that it became a norm. He was kind, strong, and resourceful. What more could a girl ask for? Sure, she had Dean back then, but it was simply knowing that an unrelated man like that was nearby and always niggled at the back of her head.

And then Dean died.

And Alan was there for her more than her parents and Amy. He listened to every little thing she sobbed, ranted, and screamed about. He didn’t complain - at least until she started throwing stuff at him when he inevitably said something that upped the mood.

She knew that Alan was Amy’s.

… But could she join them, maybe?

It was a desperate and hopeful thought. Vicky knew that. She could still be suffering from grief and using the only relatable, successful, and kind man as clutch, even for her loneliness.

Instead of looking for someone else, she was asking for a taken man.

She felt so shitt-.

“... Kind of took you long enough to say it.”

Vicky blinked and stared at Amy. Then her jaw dropped in shock at Amy’s non judging exasperation.

“Huh?”

“Vicky, who takes care of your health?”

“You…?”

“Who always checks on you after you spar with him?”

“You…”

“Who knows everything about biology, Vicky?”

“... You.”

“Right. Did you really think that you could hide your attraction to my man?”

… When Amy put it that way, Vicky felt ridiculously stupid.

Her only answer right then and there was to pull her hands up and cover her face as she began to blush.

“Did you know that he likes you, too?”

Her hands dropped and she stared at Amy as her heart pounded inside her chest.

“W-What?”

“Oh, we talk, you know,” Amy grinned. “We talk about everything with each other. We keep very little secrets from each other.”

Vicky stared at her sister incredulously. “You two knew?!”

“Yeah. Did you know he said the most romantic thing when I actually told him and he told me that he knew? ‘You come first for me, always and forever.’”

Vicky wanted to squeal and moan in despair at the same time.

“And did you know what I said?”

“...What?”

“‘If only Vicky didn’t have a boyfriend, then I could watch you ram my sister.’”

Amy grinned slyly.

It was too much.

Vicky squealed.