Raiko Horikawa was bored.

She sat on a rock, hands in the pockets of her white jacket. She was looking up at the sky, wondering what she should do, when she heard someone speak.

"So this is your true body?"

Raiko turned to see Seija Kijin. The girl had her hands on her hips, between the ribbon around her waist and the odd arrow pattern at the bottom - Raiko could never understand why anyone would wear a dress that points at the ground.

Seija was standing before a drumkit, hand on the bass drum. Raiko briefly considered ordering her to take her hand off, but decided she didn't mean any harm.

"It is now. I was born from more traditional drums, but transferred my soul in order to survive."

"Do you ever play yourself?" Seija smirked, clearly thinking she had said something clever.

Raiko, however, did not find Seija's question humorous, missing the joke entirely. "On occasion. I'm an instrument, what good am I if I'm never played?"

Seija frowned, apparently not satisfied with this. She then grabbed the drumsticks, a plan forming in her head. "Hey, can I try playing? See if you can tell the difference?"

Raiko put a finger to her chin, thinking. Whenever she played her drums she never really felt anything, would someone else really feel different...? "If you want to, go ahead."

Seija lifted up the first drumstick and struck one of the toms. As the wood struck the membrane and the sound reverberated through her true body, Raiko felt a soft shiver. Seija lifted up the other stick and quickly brought it down on the same drum, this time making an audible sound. Again Raiko shivered, the sensation stronger.

Seija lowered her foot to the bass drum's pedal. She tapped it once, twice. Raiko felt a twinge shoot through her middle - she felt as though something was missing. Wait, where had that come from?

Seija struck the toms once, twice. Raiko felt the now-familiar jolt to her nerves.

Seija stopped for a moment, turning her head up in thought. With the pressure gone Raiko tried to calm herself.

Before she could finish, Seija suddenly nodded, then turned her attention back to the drums before her. She suddenly started tapping out a rhythm, striking the drums in a pattern.

Raiko jumped, startled at the sudden feeling that overcame her. It felt strangely pleasant, like someone was gently massaging her. "Seija, I..."

Seija wasn't paying any attention. She had gotten lost in the song she was playing "I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors any more, I want them to turn black"

As Seija kept up the rhythm the the feeling started to get stronger. Raiko threw her jacket off, feeling unusually warm. Pleasantly warm? Was she enjoying this?

She's just playing my drums. Why don't I ever feel like this when I do it?

Suddenly Seija's pattern changed and the strikes became harder, "I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes! I have to turn my head until my darkness goes!"

Raiko shook her head, the feeling becoming even stronger. As Seija returned to the previous pattern, Raiko tried to shake it off. Deep breaths...

"I see a line of cars and they're all painted black." Raiko slowly inhaled. "With flowers and my love both never to come back." Raiko released the air from her lungs.

Then Seija changed back to the other rhythm. "I see people turn their heads and quickly look away!" Raiko inhaled sharply. "Like a newborn baby it just happens every day!"

Raiko closed her eyes, trying to regain control of herself. She noticed that a tension had started to build in her stomach.

Raiko began to loosen her tie. Why did her clothes feel so stifling! She noticed that her legs felt wet - too wet to simply be sweat. Had she just -

This time when Seija changed rhythms she was striking even harder. "If I look hard enough into the setting sun -" Raiko removed her tie, and began to unbutton her shirt. "- my love will laugh with me before the morning comes!"

By this time Raiko had managed to unbutton her shirt. Cool air blew against her middle, bringing some relief to the heat she felt. But it wasn't enough! As Seija began the next verse, Raiko tore off her shirt and skirt. Now standing in nothing but her underwear, she noticed just how GOOD the air felt against her skin!

Raiko was about to say something when she suddenly noticed that her panties were, in fact, damp. She lowered her hand to them, hoping she hadn't -

Her hand made contact just as Seija switched back to the second rhythm, sending a jolt through her entire body. Raiko found herself pressing her hand against her groin, revelling in the sensation of both her touch and Seija's beats.

At this point Seija stopped singing - no, not stopped. She was still humming the same tune. But at the same time, she was now playing a new rhythm - one where she struck more frequently.

Raiko slid her hand into her panties, gasping softly as her fingers came into contact with her throbbing slit. As Seija's humming continued, Raiko's traced her fingers over the orifice, caressing the warm, wet flesh.

Seija's strikes suddenly became harder and more deliberate. Raiko felt a jolt pass through her. She gasped as a finger just barely slipped into her.

Seija suddenly returned to the original rhythm as she began to sing again. Raiko did not notice however. She felt every strike of the drumsticks, the beat flowing through every nerve in her body, her finger now thrusting in and out of her. She lifted her other hand and began to fondle her breasts.

Seija again switched to the second rhythm, "I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky!". Raiko was all but naked, her bra torn off and her panties hanging off her ankle. She was moving her hands furiously, desperate to feel release. Her body was drenched with sweat, her nerves felt like they were on fire.

"I wanna see it painted painted painted painted black!" Raiko thrust her fingers to every syllable. As the line ended, she gave a soft cry, feeling her entire suddenly tense up and release. Her hand was soaked, her fluids dripping onto the rock beneath her.

Seija stopped singing and again began to hum softly, her strikes growing softer. Raiko panted heavily, feeling her body finally calm done.

Too late. Before Raiko could move, Seija turned and saw her there, legs spread, juices visible against her thighs, breasts hanging free and softly shifting with each breath, sweat dripping from her skin. Raiko's cheeks turned bright red as she turned away, too embarassed to meet Seija's gaze.

"Huh, I had no idea music was so erotic. Do you always masturbate when you play the drums?" She held up the drumsticks. "Do I want to know where these have been?"

Raiko swiped the sticks out of her hand. She grabbed at her clothes, furiously pulling them on, desperate to get away from Seija. Seija just stood there chuckled.