<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beef bowl shop in town<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day, night<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School uniform<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/><strong>“Melissa,”</strong>Natsuki repeated, in a half-dreamy voice. Her attention was still entirely captured by the bike itself.<br/><br/><strong>“Eh?”</strong>Her reverie was finally broken by Biscuit taking her bags from her. She looked at him, confused, not understanding at first what his intentions were. Even when he opened the saddlebag, she didn’t clue in to what he had in mind. She still hadn’t quite got over the surprise of the bike’s size and style enough to recall the earlier conversation about getting a ride. She thought maybe he was showing him some feature of the bike, such as where one could stash bags.<br/><br/>She watched him start the bike, fascinated by the process. Seeing the latent power of the machine as it roared to life – even causing the headlight to dim – caused her to suck in her breath.<strong>“Awesome,”</strong>she murmured, as it fell back into its petulant idle state, almost sounding impatient to really open up.<br/><br/>But when he invited her to take a seat, she blinked in confusion for a moment.<br/><br/><strong>“Eh?”</strong>she said. Then she pointed at herself.<strong>“Eeeeeehhhh?”</strong>she cried out, after another couple of blinks.<br/><br/><strong>“Eh, heh heh,”</strong>she laughed nervously.<strong>“I think… I mean… that would be a little….”</strong>The truth was, she was torn. On the one hand, she really was starstruck by the exquisite American machine, and she knew that if she passed up this opportunity, her future self would find some way to time travel just to be able to come back and kick her ass. On the other, she was scared witless.<br/><br/>But slowly, curiosity won over fear, and she inched closer to the bike. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed as she could<em>feel</em>the rumbling the closer she got.<br/><br/>She got up right next to the bike, and then, somewhat awkwardly, started to lift a leg over it…<br/><br/>… then stopped abruptly when she felt a gust of air between her thighs, reminding her of her too-short school skirt.<br/><br/>Quickly she dropped her leg and clutched at the hem of her skirt, her face going pink. Her mind worked furiously looking for a solution to the problem, and she even made a few false starts at attempts to either sit side-saddle, or perhaps slide on from the rear. Soon her face was red, and she was scowling angrily, her eye twitching, at the inanity of the situation.<br/><br/>Then, without warning, she looked up, looking at something just past Biscuit with amazement.<strong>“Ah-reh?”</strong>she said, her voice full of wonder. She pointed just past Biscuit.<strong>“What’s that?”</strong><br/><br/>The moment Biscuit turned his head to look, she quickly flung her leg over the bike and furiously shoved her skirt down between her legs and under her bum – both front and back – to pin it under her. She sighed with relief and relaxed somewhat in the seat once her skirt was secure.<br/><br/>That solved the skirt problem, but there were still plenty of other problems for Natsuki to puzzle over. She quickly realized the foot pegs were for her, but she was still wary of her bare legs on either side of an exposed engine. And of course, there was the problem of what to hold on to. She had seen kids riding doubles on bikes where the kid on the back held on to the sides of the seat – she’d never ridden a bike herself, but after trying it she realized that simply wasn’t going to work. She was far too shy to just put her arms around Biscuit, but his smile and thumbs up emboldened her somewhat. Nervously, she delicately took hold of the back of Biscuit’s jacket.<br/><br/>But if that had been her plan for the entire ride, it ended the moment he revved the engine. She cried out and  wrapped her arms around his torso.<br/><br/><strong>“Maybe this is a little…,”</strong>she started to stammer, in a small voice – far too small to be heard over the motor.<strong>“I’m not sure….”</strong>Of course there was no response – Biscuit simply couldn’t hear her – but she desperately tried to think of how to say ‘maybe this isn’t a good idea’ in English.<br/><br/>All that came out, though, as the bike started to move, was:<strong>«<em>VERY BIG NOOOOOOOOO!</em>»</strong><br/><br/>But by then, it was too late.<br/><br/>She wrapped her arms<em>tightly</em>around Biscuit’s torso, gripping his T-shirt with white knuckles. Her body pressed tightly against his back, thighs clamped around his waist. So tightly and desperately was she gripping him, that if he had stood up and walked away, he would have carried her on his back like a backpack – he would have probably needed a crowbar to pry her loose.<br/><br/>For the first few moments, her eyes were squeezed shut and she was trembling, honestly terrified by the roar of the engine just beneath her, and the fear of toppling over sideways – or of simply falling off the back. But after the first few turns, she finally recovered enough sanity to realize that falling over could hardly be likely, and she grew accustomed to the scary sensation of leaning from one side to the other. Slowly she relaxed her death grip on Biscuit, and soon very cautiously lifted her head to peek over his shoulder. The sensation of the wind blowing in her face, blowing her hair back, was<em>exhilarating</em>. The feeling of the powerful engine rumbling between her legs was<em>thrilling</em>. Finally, she lifted her head enough to close her eyes and let the wind just wash over her face, then she threw her head back and whooped.<br/><br/><strong>“<em>Ya-hoooo!</em>”</strong><br/><br/>She let the breeze wash over her like the stream from a shower head, even opening her mouth wide to drink in the cool night air. (Luckily, this wasn’t the time of year where many bugs were around.)<br/><br/>She even eventually found the courage to release Biscuit with one arm, first to reach back to brush the hair out of her eyes and mouth, then to pump a fist in the air and whoop again.<br/><br/>By the time they reached the school, she was not only quite comfortable riding with Biscuit, she was flushed with excitement. She dismounted awkwardly, with shaky legs, and stumbled for a few steps like a sailor who hadn’t been ashore in ages. Her heart was racing, her eyes shining, her breath came out in pants. She had to stop for a moment and lean forward, hands on her knees, just to compose herself.<br/><br/><strong>“Incredible!”</strong>she gasped between breaths.<strong>“Incredible! That was so much fun!”</strong>