Interpersonal relationships between Samurai are always a bit complicated. Most samurai like to do things at their own pace. This means that if two samurai will get along, it is entirely based on how well the different pace of the two samurai matches up. You can imagine this being somewhat rare, which is why two samurai are just as likely to be friends as enemies.

There are different theories as to why most samurai are unwilling to budge on anything, but the main one we believe in is related to them being a Samurai. If you are one of the chosen of the gods and have more authority than anyone, why would you want to listen to what someone else has to say to you?

-- Samurai Psychology by Professor Natalie Song a program sponsored by The Purple Truth

I wake up with a pounding headache; I stare at the ceiling as I lie there in pain, trying to puzzle together where I am. My head keeps pounding with every beat of my heart. I try to close my eyes, trying to fall back asleep, and hope this awful pain goes away once I wake up again. Sadly, my dry mouth and throat are demanding that I do something else.

I slowly sit up in the bed, rubbing at my forehead, hoping that the pain I feel behind my eyes will go away soon. The cold takes me a bit by surprise: I am not wearing any clothes. I open my eyes again, slowly looking around the room, trying to find my clothes, only to be surprised again: one of the room’s walls has been replaced with a motive glass door showing a few of the cute little balconies beyond it. From this vantage point, I can see most of the undercity. Something that might be beautiful in a way, if this headache was not severely hampering my experience.

I hear something move behind me, and suddenly, two arms wrap around me as someone drapes themselves over me, naked breasts pressing against my back. As one hand snakes down and gently squishes my own, I freeze, trying my best to process this development.

“Hey you, do you need a little hangover cure?” a feminine voice whispers in my ear.

I try my best to concentrate on what is being said, but the headache and the naked person draped over me are making that really hard. “Yes, please.” I say, my voice sounding a little hoarse.

“Ooh, you poor thing.” the woman says to me, planting kisses on my shoulder. As she reaches out one hand, a little plastic cup appears with a dark blue liquid. “Drink this, you will feel a lot better afterwards.” she says, planting a final kiss on my cheek, leaving me even more confused.

I look at the cup for a bit, then decide that it’s better than this raging headache and down the cup. The liquid is cool and tastes faintly of melon. Almost instantly, my headache disappears, and my head stops spinning. The nauseating feeling in my stomach also settles down. Okay, one problem solved; now the more difficult problem of the person laying kisses on my neck.

I slowly turn around to see a woman, long and slender with the barest hint of muscles, completely naked, staring at me, her eyes sparkling with a playful light as she gives me this smirk. My brain does its own little flip, screeching to a halt. I mean, I have seen naked women before. It does not mean I am immune to a pretty one, especially if she is naked on a bed and showing clear interest.

She suddenly crawls closer to me, and it requires all of my willpower to put my hand between our mouths, cupping her face before she can kiss me.

“Sorry, can you give me a minute? I am really confused.” I blurt out, still confused.

The girl looks at me, her eyes going wide, as I register the real hurt there. I quickly dive back into my mind, trying to figure out what happened, only to belatedly realise that we got the Digi-brain upgrades for a reason. I quickly look through the events and it slowly starts to make sense to me.

After Maniac had dealt with the collection of clowns trying to pick a fight, this woman had shown up and taken over. The only reason I decided to leave Maniac in control was because she was so obviously into her that it was almost painful to watch. Which was not something I felt comfortable dealing with. It was also rather amusing to watch Maniac flounder.

Then Maniac started drinking, and I realised how interesting our Digi upgrade truly is. It is very cold and clinical, letting me relive the events with all my senses, but it does not have any of my or Maniac's deep thoughts in it, making the memories a lot clearer than they would have been if I had to relive them in a drunken haze.

Maniac and Katelyn had talked for quite some time before they had headed home together, and… well, they fucked. For quite a while at that, it was too nice doing, Katelyn, I guess. I frown slightly, but what to do now? Do I tell her about this? I look back up at Katelyn to see small tears start to form in the corner of her eyes.

“Katelyn, I am sorry, it is not like that, I promise.” I say, trying to reassure her.

Her face only turns sadder until she frowns. “You called me Katelyn?” she states, more as a question than a fact.

“Isn’t that your name?” I ask, a bit confused. I know Maniac did give her a fake name, but I assumed that she had given us her real name.

“It is, but you seemed really set on calling me Snake Eyes yesterday,” she says, giving me a weird look.

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“That was not me,” the words are out of my mouth before I can think about it.

She frowns at me, now looking somewhat pissed off. “There are better ways to pretend this never happened, you know. You could just say you don’t remember anything from yesterday.”

I sigh, making my head fall. “Would you allow me to explain?” I say in a soft tone.

She still glares at me but nods slowly. “Please enlighten me.” she says.

“We are very weird and broken, to the point that we are two people sharing the same body. So when I say that this is our first time meeting, it means that all those things you did were with the person I share this body with, and not with me,” I explain.

She frowns at me, less angry now and just more confused.

“For the record, she really enjoyed last night.” I add on.

She blushes deeply. “You really think so?”

“You think she would have come that many times if she did not enjoy it?” I ask incredibly.

She blushes even more, which would be really cute if the both of us were not still very naked and sticky. “You were watching?”

“More like remembering in a way?” I say, scratching the back of my neck. “It’s complicated.”

“Oh, I see,” she wraps her arms around her knees. “You think I have a chance? With, like, the other you?”

I pause. “Probably. She always feels a bit emotionally stunted to me, so you might have to work hard for it, I guess.” I say with a smile.

“You know how she thinks?” she asks with more curiosity, now all of the previous bites have left.

“Kind of, maybe, somewhat. It is hard to explain. When she is in control, it feels like I am watching a movie or something, not participating, but when she has strong emotions, they come through, like how you feel sad for a character when something bad happens to them on tv.”

“That sounds complicated and also somewhat scary. Someone else is using your body.” she says, giving me a concerned look

“You would think so, but it does not really feel like that. It is actually really nice.”

“How so?”

“Well, sometimes it is nice knowing that you will never be alone, and that I have a person who will be in my corner, no matter what. It also gives me someone I can let take over for a while when I just don’t want to deal with anything.” I say with a smile.

“I guess that must be really nice,” she says, with a smile on her face, even if it is a tenuous one.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask, getting curious.

“Yeah, sure, what do you want to know?”

“Why do you believe me?” I ask, only a bit confused.

“Uhm, well, you do feel different in the way you hold yourself. The volume of your voice is also different, and you call me by my name. But if I am honest, it is mostly because I am a Samurai,” she says, pointing at her slitted pupils. “I am able to see people's heartbeats, and other tells that allow me to discern if someone is telling me the truth.”

“That is honestly amazing,” I say, not really knowing where to take the conversation from here until l I shiver and think that this is a good moment to look for my clothes. I look back at Katelyn. “I should get dressed.” I say with a smile.

Instead of stumbling around trying to find them, I consult my digital memories to realise that they are in the living room. I crawl out of bed and walk to the door, trying my best to ignore the stare that is firmly on my butt.

As I open the door, my face pales as I spot two teenage boys doing something in the attached kitchen. I freak out for a second, trying my best to come up with a way out of this situation as they start to turn around. I flick out my wrist, turning my bracelet back into a mask, and I quickly jam it on my face. The holographic fabric of the hoody appears around me.

I stand there frozen for a few seconds, trying to decide what exactly is happening. Then one of the boys speaks. “Who are you supposed to be then?” he asks, crossing his arms.

I just shrug. “None of your business, squirt.” I say as I head into the room to collect my clothes, because, yes, that is what Evelin had wanted to do.

“Squirt?” the teen asks with incredulity in his voice. “And this is our house, so it is very much our business.”

I cock my head slightly at that. “I thought this was Snake Eyes’ house.”

“Snake Eyes, you mean Katelyn?” the same boy says, and now that I am looking at the two of them more closely, they are very similar to each other, the only difference being a small metal plate attached to one of the twin's heads.

I just nod. “Yeah, that is what I said, didn’t I?” I say as I gather most of my clothes.

“No, you didn’t. What the hell are you even doing here?” the other twin suddenly breaks in.

“I am hanging out with Snake Eyes,” I say, still looking around for some of my clothes. “Hey, have either of you two seen a pink lace bra.”

Both of them point into the room. As I follow them, I spot the bra Ashley lent me, hanging from a wall lamp. “Now, how did that get there?” I muse to myself as I go and retrieve the garment.

I walk back towards the room I came out from, until I am stopped by one of the twins shouting at me, “What are you going to do in there?”

I turn to him, already smiling, as I push my mask to the side. “I am going to make some more love to Snake Eyes.” I say with a smile, putting my left hand on my chin while making a v shape with my figures, cupping my mouth as I stick out my tongue through my fingers.

The two twins look at me, stunned, as I just laugh and open the door. Inside, I spot Snake Eyes still on the bed, still naked. Lucky me! I dump my clothes on an empty chair and walk back towards her.

“Make love to me, huh?” she says with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Unless you don’t want to, of course.” I say, trying to give her a winning smile.

She smiles at me. “Of course I want to,” she says as she takes off my mask, making my clothes disappear.

I slowly take the mask back from her, not wanting it to leave my range and destroy the illusion of this face. I quickly turn it back into the large white bagel. I wince slightly as some needles release from it and stab my wrist, connecting to my skeleton for power.

Snake eyes stare at me, giving me a long, considering look. “That is a neat toy.” she finally lets out.

“It has been very useful, that is for sure. If you like toys, I have a bunch more hidden away in this body,” I say as I take her lips.