This choice: Possess Yumi, head back toward Eastman • Go Back...Chapter #12A Yumi Diversion by: Seuzz   Though you're teasing yourself with the thought of fame and fortune, you know that's not for you—at least, not yet. You want to learn all that you can about yourself first, and that involves learning everything you can about the project that transformed you into a body-possessing wad of blue goo. Getting back into Fort Suffolk for a look around is a priority.
But that doesn't mean you have to go charging in, the way you did last Friday. You want to circle it indirectly. And although you are able to make your own allies—as you've made the Garner siblings your allies—you also have potential allies that you wouldn't have to directly recruit.
Your old friend Caleb, for instance. You're still pissed at him for running off as you went over the fence. But he's still your friend, and he could maybe do some snooping for you without your having to do it through him directly. Besides—and though this sounds cold, it's the truth—if he got caught, it wouldn't mean that part of you got caught as well. You've no idea if the military knows about you and what you can do, and you'd prefer keep as far back from them as possible. An unpossessed agent—like Caleb, perhaps—would help you there.
Instead of approaching Caleb directly, though, with one of your bodies, you decide to go in through your old high school. Yumi Saito, who is a cousin of your crush Dana Pak, can help you there.
* * * * *
The next morning, in the student parking lot of Westside High. "I'll drop you guys off in front of the gym," Marc-you tell the girls as you crawl along between rows of cars. "Save you some steps."
"Well, aren't you sweet," Jessica-you retorts. "It doesn't get you off for drinking the last of the milk this morning."
"Give it a rest, Jess," Eva-you sighs. "We don't have to always be on, you know."
"Jess's got the right idea. We need to always be on, even when we think it's just us." Marc-you blast a horn at the stalled car in front of you.
"In that case, why are we talking to each other like there's something funny about us?"
"Because it's giving me a boner, that's why." Marc-you puts out his hand, palm down. The girls lay their hands atop it. "All for one and one in all."
"God, you make it sound so creepy."
Marc-you grins. "Okay, this fucker in front of us is going nowhere fast. Pile out and give him a dirty look. I'll catch up with you girls later."
It's been a successful morning so far, even if you did wake in three bodies that were horny for action and frustrated at a lack of the same. But downstairs you drove your parents crazy with a lot of yelling and fighting about breakfast, and with lots of running upstairs, downstairs, inside and out as various items were forgotten, retrieved, taken back inside, or hurled at siblings' heads. You might even have laid it on too thick, given the glares that Mr. and Mrs. Garner were giving their children. But you feel reasonably proficient at running three bodies with a convincing semblance of independence while still directing them with a common will. The trick, you've decided, is to give each of them just enough free rein that they can think and act with their individual brains (dominated by yourself) so that you don't wear yourself out following and directing three different lives (or conversations) at once.
It's a bit like watching three boring TV shows at once. Or—maybe more apt—watching a boring movie while attending some easy listening music and glancing through a comic book all at the same time. You can follow one closely while still paying attention to the others without strain because they use different parts of your brain, and can easily shift from one to another without losing track of any of them. It's like that with the Garners, except that the "different parts of your brain" are actually three different brains that you've consumed.
So you spend the first half of the day doing cheerleading routines, attending math and history classes, and lounging in the library doing your nails and grousing about Chelsea Cooper and her sidecunts with friends as Eva and Jessica Garner; as Marc you goof off through a German for Reading Knowledge class and more seriously run soccer practice out on the athletic fields. By fourth period, though, you're starting to make some moves.
So you relax Marc and Eva in the cafeteria—where Eva-you stews at the "alpha" table under the tyrannical fist of Chelsea, her friends, her thug boyfriend, and her thug boyfriend's even more thuggish teammates; Marc-you more happily competes with his soccer buddies at stuffing as much of a burrito into his mouth as he can without choking, and with glinting mischief fantasizes about how to get some blue goo into a burrito and thence into some of his friends, should the time for that ever come—while concentrating a little more fully on your Jessica impersonation.
"Shoot me in the face," Jessica-you requests of Yumi Saito as she settles next to her in the AP German IV class you share, "if I ever compliment Chelsea again."
"I almost shot you in the face this morning," she retorts. "What the fuck got into you?"
"I don't know. That was a pretty impressive bunch of backflips she did, I guess my admiration got the better of me."
"Teach you never to say something like that again," Yumi mutters. Chelsea had only snorted at the compliment and said, Yeah, you might learn something, Jessica, if you paid attention.
"Like I say, shoot me in the face. But are you free this afternoon? Come home with me and Eva?"
"What for?"
"Do we need a reason to hang out? Bring your homework. And any cuss words you have for Chelsea."
"Cunt. Bitch. Dripping whore." Yumi cuts out when Frau Kohl at the front of the room raises her face from her work with a distracted expression. Yumi flashes Jessica-you a black look, and slumps in her desk.
* * * * *
So that's the afternoon's acquisition set up, and you spend the rest of the school day shuttling through a succession of classes: biology, English, French, Art, Calculus, Statistics, Psychology, Physics and Orchestra. Between the three of them, the Garners are taking almost every AP class at the school, and it's all you can do to keep from using Eva's superior math skills to get Jessica out of a tight jam when her calculus teacher springs a quiz on her last period. When the final bell rings, you swing Marc's body past Yumi's locker: "Hey, Jess says you're coming over school. Wanna ride with us?"
"I brought my own car to school."
"We can pick you up at your house if you want. We're gonna swing by and pick up some snacks on the way home. Want us to snag you something in particular?"
"No, I'll be good."
"Sure." Marc-you jerks a chin at her and squeezes back into the flow of students, but glances back long enough to ogle Yumi's ass. It would be sweet if you could take her through the back door, but you've already got another idea for possessing her.
"She's going to notice if it's already open," Eva-you observes as she rips the foil off the top of a yogurt. She holds it out to Marc-you, who is stopped at a traffic light. You vomit up a wad of blue goo, let it drip from your mouth, then bite it off. You hardly sense the addition of a fourth viewpoint on the world, as the goo sits in the middle of a minivan that already feels enclosed within your own brain by the three bodies that surround it in a triangle. Besides, it is almost instantly swallowed up in the yogurt, which Eva-you stirs up with her fingertip.
"She won't notice if you just bring up to the bedroom and are stirring it up for her," Jessica-you replies. "And it's better than our dear, disgusting brother's idea of introducing it to her anally."
Marc-you grins at his sisters, then punches the accelerator as the light changes. "I could try vomiting directly into her mouth," he chortles. "Maybe she'd think it's my tongue."
"Shut. Up. You vile—"
"She'd think it was hot after she was part of us. What do you think? Four way after she's us? A three way with you two? Something intimate with her and me?"
"We're not going to do anything—"
"We don't know that."
Eva-you turns to stare at Jessica-you, who it was who spoke. "Excuse me? Did you just say—?"
"Come off it, Eva," Jessica-you snorts. "Ten to one she's going to be as horny as us. Something's going to happen. But you can shut up," she snarls at Marc-you, who has softly hooted at her words.
* * * * *
It's four-thirty before Yumi arrives, and Marc-you has driven off in answer to a summons from his girlfriend, who has aggravations of her own that she needs to get off her chest. So you're listening sympathetically to her with thirty percent of your attention as she bitterly complains about Anita Nuevo and her acolytes on the girls' soccer team while your direct the other seventy percent toward Yumi. It doesn't go quite to plan, though, as Yumi declines the offer of the tainted yogurt with the excuse that she'll be heading home for supper in an hour or so.
You don't even exchange a glance between your two bodies. As Yumi gets up to stretch, Jessica-you grabs her from behind by the throat while Eva-you scoops out the yogurt-covered worm and jams it into her mouth. Yumi's face turns purple, and she froths and chokes. You watch her impassively out of two pairs of eyes, while with a third pair somewhere else you smile into Hannah Westrick's face.
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